The girl at the circulation desk gave Zoya a perplexed look as she entered, doubtless wondering why anyone would waltz into the library an hour before closing, well after sundown. Flicking a lock of bright blue hair out of her eyes, Zoya offered the staring girl a small shrug and breezed past her, heading for the towering stacks.

"You'd think she'd seen a fucking alien...", Zoya snorted quietly, eyeing the listings at the end of each row, moving deeper into the otherwise empty building, her black sandals shuffling on the carpet quietly. She paused at a corner, tugging out the neck of her cobalt blue tank top to blow a cold breath down her front, the light sheen of sweat icing away on her similarly colored bra. Satisfied with her cooling for the moment, she looked around again, getting her bearings. Grinning, she started off again, following the signs into the Fiction section.

"Hmm, nice selection. Even better than the libraries back home," she ran a finger along the titles slowly, pale blue painted nail tracing the words she had trouble reading. Finally, in a corner of the section, she laughed merrily and clapped her hands, looking around for a step ladder. Spotting one and dragging it over, she climbed up carefully, uncaring that her knee length black and white checkered skirt was riding up her pale thighs, offering a brief glimpse of white cotton panties between steps, gleefully snatching a book from its place.

"Is this an original printing?", she murmured quietly as she climbed back down, turning and sitting on the ladder, crossing her legs and setting the book atop her knee, fingers sliding over the worn leather cover, the embossed title The Princess Bride smooth against her skin.

"I do think I will like it here after all, despite this God damn heat." She opened the book carefully, turning the first few pages and pouring over the words of the familiar and favorite tale.

Zoya's sarcastic comment was truer than she knew. There was indeed an alien in the library that evening, though no one had seen him. The tiny eight-legged Quen was curled up on top of a nearby shelf, using his mental powers to flip through a book several times his size. The approach of a human caught his attention though, and he peered down at the girl curiously and sent a quick mind probe. Ah, what an interesting girl this Zoya was. And it was about time for him to begin feeding....

As Zoya began to read, Quen exerted his psychic power on her body, beginning a very subtle process. Over the next few minutes, the heat would only get worse for the girl. Her body would begin to spark with unexplainable arousal, from her head to her toes and every inch of skin in between. All the while the little lizard alien watched and listened to see how long it would take her to notice and react.

Zoya hardly noticed the time passing, enthralled in the story laid out before her. She smiled faintly, shaking her head as she wondered what a younger her had thought when she first read the tale. Her smile slowly faded as she felt the heat grow, pulling out her tanktop to fan herself more and more often, a faint blush rising in her usually pale skin, wisps of steam drifting off of her as the unnatural heat met her chill, warring against it and slowly, inexorably winning. It didn't occur to her that anything was amiss at first, though an occasional sour glare at the nearest ventilation grille displayed her growing discomfiture.

"Why the fuck do they have the heater on in here? Feels like I'm boiling...," she muttered angrily to herself, carefully closing the book and moving to stand, her knees wobbling slightly as blood rushed to her legs after so long idle. The vertigo provided fertile ground for the rising arousal, Zoya gasping faintly at the sudden shiver of desire that rippled up her spine. She reached out for the book shelf with a shaking hand, wobbly knees pressing together instinctively as she struggled to understand what was happening. Was it the heat? She'd never been this hot before, never felt sweat steaming off her usually icy body. Was it just a reaction to the temperature?

Quen chirped happily- the girl was already providing him with a tasty snack of confusion mixed with lust. If he kept up a variety in his play, he might be able to play with her and feed from her for hours. He extended his power further and slipped his mind into hers, until her body was his puppet to play with at will. Time to begin the play.

Zoya leaned against the book shelf with one hand bracing her. But her other hand was doing something entirely different. She might not have noticed it brush against her stomach or slide down her side, but soon her fingertips traced down over her bare thigh, then slid back up to her hip, hiking up her skirt as it went. If she tried to change her hand's path, she'd find that she was completely unable to stop its actions. Her fingers traced circles on her skin and intensified the feelings of arousal wherever they touched. And soon they approached her cotton panties....

She took a few slow, deep breaths, trying to calm down. She barely noticed what her other hand was doing until she felt her skirt start to ride up her legs. She looked down bemusedly, face twisting into a confused moe. She must be more hot than she thought, to not even notice pulling her skirt up...that had to be it, she was delirious. Though, it did feel good to get more of her skin exposed, and her fingers on her thigh and hip felt nice...really nice...

"Mnnhhh...what's wrong with me?" she mumbled, trying to stop, to walk away and head for her room. But, for some reason unknown to her, she just couldn't make herself move. Had she been ignoring her body's needs for too long? It had been quite a while since she'd had any "Fun"...but this was getting a little ridiculous.

(sorry to take so long! the year's been real busy so far.)

Whatever Zoya tried, her hand just would not stop its motions, nor would her other hand let go of the shelf or her legs move from their spread position. It wasn't long before one finger slipped underneath the fabric of her panties- then the rest of the hand immediately after. Her fingertips brushed lightly against her clit, then rubbed against it harder as several fingers slid forcefully between her folds and into her depths. Right there in the middle of the library, Zoya had her hand down her panties and was rubbing herself off.

While this was going on Quen extended his mental powers curiously. There was no one else in the library except for that student who was running circulation. Quen slipped effortlessly into that girl's mind and ensured she would not leave the desk any time soon. Zoya may have feared interruption, but there wouldn't be any. At least not yet.