Chapter 35 - The 'book' store

By the time Noah had finished fitting the clothes Ingvald seemed much too eager to have him model for—whether for his own amus.e.m.e.nt of Noah's reactions or as a slight 'kind' gesture to the increasingly large horde of women outside, Noah wasn't sure. He wasn't sure he even wanted to know the answer either way—he had left the store, pushing through the throngs of ladies both old and young, a few uncomfortably so only getting a few cat calls, butt pinches and whispers that he could come back with them and have a realgood time.

'Why is every woman here a pervert!?' he inwardly screeched, twitchy at the eye. 'Is Redle just filled with a bunch of perverts? Alder wasn't like this!' it truly wasn't, though he hadn't spent much time there to really get a feel of the people. Bar Caina and Liora, the only people he'd so much as spoken to was Haggar and Mother Camelia, and one of them looked about ready to sodomize him and the other was a horny nun.

After the ladies heard Noah repeatedly say 'no,' 'sorry, no,' and 'I'm busy,' numerous times, their excitement began to dwindle and the crowd following him began to thin until eventually they all went back to their own business and left Noah on his lonesome to finally feel relief.

His head tilted up to the darkening, raincloud filled sky. 'Oh screw you mother nature,' part of him feared that an embodiment of literal mother nature was about to come bursting from the earth to drag him down and turn that expletive, into a reality. Luckily though that didn't happen and by the first drop of rain descending to splash against his face, Noah heard the first bell since separating from Liora and Caina, leaving just one more to go before they were set to meet up.

'I should get there now, they'll probably be wanting to get out of the rain,' he thought, his paused stride still halted as he realized how passive all the other were, some only stopping to look up at the sky and scowl, others pausing to close their eyes and await the decent of rain. Only a few seemed to be actively rushing into cover to get out of the rapidly hastening downpour. Noah himself being one of these, having rushed to a small overhanging roof to watch as a sudden curtain rained down coating the earth a shade darked and matting the clothes of the men and women against their skin to hug their form and heavily accentuate the bosoms and bottoms of the more feminine formed.

A minute later all the paused people unpaused and calmly went about their days, wandering between the stall picking out groceries and the like with an attitude uncaring to possible sickness. Noah was left completely confused, on earth, people treated rain like a nightmare, never once wanting to be stuck out in it but here all was calm—bar the louder tone they spoke in to power past the raucous of bullets hitting the earth.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Noah suddenly jumped, his head tilting to the side to see a tall woman in thick purple robes besides him. Her hair an ill.u.s.trious pastel pink and tied in a lopsided bun as spectacles sat calmly before her brown eyes. She cast him a quick, sidelong glance and sipped from an elegant white and gold accented porcelain cup. The woman's lips curled as she looked to the horde of matted women, a spark in her eyes sending a pang of nervousness through Noah as she followed up her question with, "those b.r.e.a.s.ts, those tight asses… Ohh how I wish I could just lunge and have my way with those beautiful, beautiful tits." She licked her lips of a near dripple of drool, hungrily devouring the appearance of a woman whose white dress had turned a shade see-through showing off the light frizz of her crotch and the pink of her n.i.p.p.l.e.

"Uhh," unsure of how to respond, Noah simply replied with the only thing he could think of, "yes?"

She tilted her gaze Noah's way and smirked, "what, you don't find these taught ladies appealing?" she questioned.

"No, I do. It's just, I wasn't expecting the question."

She chuckled, "at least you aren't a eunuch then."

'Those are a thing here?' a feeling told Noah that eunuchs weren't treated all that well in this world. Though apparently, they existed. "I've still got my balls, so, I guess, yeah. Not a eunuch."

The woman laughed some more and gaze down to Noah with tilted lips. "So, tell me. What brings you to my store? There some bit of knowledge you wish to know? Have you got a question without answers I could possibly provide for you, or are you here for simple browsing?" Her three questions tilted Noah's head more and more until he turned and gazed into the wide-open double door, seeing a collection of books dotting bookshelves and stacked across the floor.

"A bookstore?" 'that could actually be quite useful,' he mused. "Huh, I didn't think there would be a bookstore here."

"Eh," the woman shrugged, "I could have gotten a place in Estalder but all the people there are such prudes. It's like they haven't seen the majesty of b.r.e.a.s.ts." She practically sparkled, staring back at the crowd of dampened women's bosoms.

For once since arriving in Redle, Noah was feeling safe. And it of course was with the only overtly lesbian—he knew of—around.

"Right. I actually just came here to get some shelter from the rain. I'm supposed to be meeting with some friends when the next bell goes." He told her and her expression didn't go through any major changes.

"That's fine as well. Feel free to look around, though I'd advise against trying to steal anything. I'd hate to chop your hands off."

Noah felt the comical tone of her voice was more to denote how casually she took the action and not that it was a joke. God, he hoped it was a joke. "Thanks, I guess." Noah cast a look around, not seeing either Caina or Liora then turned to the book shop, shrugged and decided perhaps he could have a look around. "I'll do just that," he slowly backed away from the woman, hearing only an impassive hum from her as steam puffed out of her nose as a particularly buxom lady passed by, her dress sticking like glue to her every accentuating curve.

The store wasn't large, seeming to barely be larger than the tailor, though more packed from the wanton sorting of books and the amount of bookshelves. At the head of the room, close by the door was a counter and what Noah was guessing the cashier—which in reality was just a heavy looking metal box. Looking to the shelve, he made his way down the first row, eyeing up and down at the various spines of the books, finding strange labels like 'His Royal P.e.n.i.s,' and 'The Tightness of her Anus,' to be the only ones with various states of disrepair from how much they'd been 'used' for their 'cultural' contents.

"This… isn't a bookshop, is it?" Noah muttered passing a look across another book right at the end of the row, '101 ways to break a woman's mind and turn her into your eternal s.e.x slave. Volume 57.' "It's a p.o.r.n shop." He corrected, and something telling him if he tried really hard, he might just find the odd, actually informing book within this woman's collection of e.r.o.t.i.ca.

Sighing exasperatedly, Noah pushed into the second row with blank eyes, quickly scanning over the variety of oddly named, undoubtedly s.e.x based books. On and on he searched, finding nothing more then penile references and feminine expletives. "Jesus christ theres more p.o.r.n here then on the internet," an over exaggeration but he felt was an apt comparison in the moment. Sighing out, he pushed into the third row and ready the first title, instantly pausing when he noted the name 'The Monsters of Minas by Richard Gigante' wasn't directly a p.o.r.no title.

'Is this it? Is this the needle in the haystack?' Noah thought and pulled the thick book from the shelve, shakily turned it over to see a modest, beautiful red leather cover and pulled it open to a random page.

'Caramel plunged his c.o.c.k deep into her seedbed, ploughing him until his c.u.m was released inside her w.o.m.b and fertilized the many eggs nurtured within her belly-'

'God dammit its p.o.r.n!' Noah slammed the book shut, tempted to hurl the thing at the earth but refrained from doing so, instead opting to push it back into its place on the shelve and mechanically start striding to the door. Only to be met with the smiling face of the stores owner, her red lips curled into a smile and eyes lowered to half lidded states as she stared down at Noah, a now noticeable dark pink, nearing purple leather tail tipped with a heart shaped arrow falling from her behind swaying side to side.

Noah's expression feel as he realized the door behind her was shut and tightly locked. He gulped, took a step back as she took her own step forwards. Her smile only widening the closer she got, and the closer she did, the more her form would shimmer, and two horns would raise from her scalp and miniature pinkish purple wings would appear from her back.

When he pressed himself against the opposite wall, the blonde-haired succubus was just a meter away. Her stride halted and she bowed her body, keeping her shimmering brown orbs locked tightly with his own, her breath rubbing against his lip filling his nostrils with a sweet, honey like smell.

Then she said with a lick of her lips, "when were you first reincarnated?"