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KNOCK KNOCK.
“Oh, a visitor today!”
Leur lifts his nose from his writing – a fantasy novel he’d been writing to keep himself entertained – to stare at the enormous wooden doors at the front of the library. Each door was adorned with an ornamental knocker on the outside, so that those brave enough to come to Ardine’s fabled archives could request entry.
A woman’s voice, strong and serious, states the reason for her presence:
“I seek knowledge about the White Springs at the base of the mountain!”
“White Springs?” Leur repeats to himself. “I’ve got no knowledge of any springs on the surface world around here…”
Leur uses magic to open the heavy, enchanted double-doors. His instincts tell him that the person on the other side intends him and the library no harm.
Standing on the other side of the doorway, a woman not unlike the image conjured in Leur’s mind when he first heard her voice: Tall, strong, and covered in plated steel armor.
“Angel,” she says to Leur, “I seek information about the origin and properties of the white waters of the magically-sustained springs at the south foothills.”
The tips of Leur’s ears start to burn up, and his cheeks fill with a red warmth.
“W-what do you mean by ‘magically-sustained’?”
“You don’t know, angel?” The warrior lady’s curiosity grows even larger as she learns that the springs are a mystery even to Leur. “Over the past few years, life has quickly returned to the dead soil around a once ashen, dried-up lake.”
Leur, half-listening to his guest, racks his brain trying to recall whether he’d ever been to that side of the mountain. There’s no way what she described could be…
“A lush forest, thriving with life both fey and animal, surrounds the restored lake for miles. I saw the transformation occur with my own eyes: The soil went from dry and grey to dark and moist. Trees and flours sprouted up from nothingness. Birds returned to those trees, and other animals soon after.
“The only thing that could have caused it – the single constant throughout the land’s revitalization – was the refilling of the lake.”
As his guest continued to tell her story, Leur had sunk into his chair. His heart was racing, and he could feel the corner of the table’s leg dig into his fattening chub.
There was only one thing that “white spring” could be.
“And so,” the warrior continues, “every morning a holy waterfall brings new fluid down the mountain and into the basin, replacing the share that is absorbed by the soil. Every day the spring’s fertility expands to more land, blessing my village with new and plentiful resources. Our women bathe in the thick, steaming waters. We believe that it can spread fertility to our bodies, too. Couples have blessed with many, many children after soaking in these waters.”
Leur sends out a prayer to Adrine, to give him the strength and the will to restrain his growing urges.
“Angel!” The warrior’s narration draws to a close, and she repeats the question she traveled to this library to find an answer to. “Are these waters one of Ardine’s blessings? How long will the springs replenish themselves? What can my people do to sustain this sacred land?”
“Uhm, I-I’m sorry…I don’t have any books on this.”
Disappointment fills the face of the plated traveler.
“However,” Leur continues, “I think that if you continue to pray, your village will continue to prosper.”
“…”
The large hall falls silent. The confused warrior stares at Leur, who is still just able to hide his erection underneath the table. Sweat covered his face. He lifted an arm up to wipe his brow as he continued to make nervous eye-contact with his guest, but would prove to be an ill-conceived idea. No longer held down by the strength of both his palms, Leur’s cock smacks against wooden underside of the table.
THWAP!
His book hopped into the air and the reservoir for his pen toppled over. The back cover of his book was stained black.
“I’m sorry!” Leur shouts at the warrior, “I have something I need to take care of!”
Much more quickly than they opened, the doors of the library slam shut in front of the warrior’s face. With a mighty THUD, Leur isolates himself again.
“Hnnnnggh…I need to get to the basement!”
Leur haphazardly tosses his desk to the side, exploding out from underneath it with an erection nearing full size. He felt choked by the tight fabric of his pants. It had already begun to tear, dampened by the eager drippings of precum that flowed so effortlessly from his drooling cock.
For the second time today, he rushes down into his special chamber to relieve himself of his sexual frustration. Hopefully, the clouds are still thick enough at this time of day that the secret of the White Springs won’t be ruined for the warrior’s village.