[X] Pulls Marisa off to a secluded location

> "You're full of something, alright."
Full of gumballs?

[X] Pulls Marisa off to a secluded location

Marisa woke a sleeping beast.

She played with Saint Elmo's Fire.

She unleashed a Noachian Deluge.

She made Silent Selene cry out.

She made the Unmoving Great Library; move.

I hope reading that made you cringe as much as me writing it did.

[X] Pulls Marisa off to a secluded location

[x] Pulls Marisa into a kiss.
Token dissenting vote.

[x] Pulls Marisa off to a secluded location.

Deeper.

[x] Pulls Marisa off to a secluded location
gggggggggaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Hey had to reevaluate my life for few days but we are back. I spoiler'd the funny part of this post not because I personally think it's that bad but just to be safe really. Though it is funny to think that I could actually have a "NoOoOo!!! The sex is actually very integral to the plot!!!" Moment with this story but I'm not strong enough. I'm whipping up some DDiTBS stuff too so Roundedheads are gonna be eating today! ^_^

Patchouli started drifting backwards, almost pulling Marisa off her broom, leading her through the repeating rows of bookshelves. Stopping in front of a lone black door nestled into a wall a few meters to the right of the east entrance. Traversing around the library to any location within the mansion with such ease was already a feat in itself but finding such a niche spot whilst infatuated with something else was a feat that could only be achieved by about three or four people out of the hundreds that dwelled here.

"Now what is this?"

"Defect room it's where we put any books that get damaged, basically where we put anything you touch." Patchouli slammed her back into the door, launching it open as the two flew inside.

The defect room was the library's small reminder that things could always get more depressing, all the room consisted of was a lone ceiling light and a pile of books stacked in the corner but at least it had a nice carpet flooring. However, the dreadful vibes of the room didn't seem to affect Patchouli, and by proxy Marisa, at all. This was one of those miracle days- a break away from the seemingly endless monotony and sure indulging in her lust in the library would've gotten things started sooner the constant paranoid from the possibility of getting caught probably would’ve killed the moment in the end. Patchouli certainly wasn't going to let any outside factors ruin the one source of excitement that flew in between this section of the mansion's walls. Honestly, in the recent few weeks, her mind had been replaying some of the moments from the other small encounters she'd shared with Marisa.

"You know, if that's the case, I'm surprised they haven't locked you in here yet-" Patchouli's arms shot around Marisa's waist pulling their bodies into each other, interlocking their lips seemed to be a sure fire way to end the Black Cat's quips.

Marisa quickly followed in Patchouli's footsteps wrapping her arms behind Patchouli's head and pulling her in deeper. They pulled back just long enough to catch a breath or two as a stand of saliva made a bridge between their mouths. Then they slammed back together once more, their hands shifted upwards, pulling and throwing their respective hats onto the floor. Stan Sevens' Grimoire of Illusions an unfortunate casualty caught in the crossfire. Marisa's lips relocated themselves onto Patchouli's neck but unlike last time there was no need to undermine how good it felt. Moans flowed out from Patchouli's mouth, filling the room as her body twitched paralyzed by the sensation. Marisa's right hand scoured around the pink fabrics on top of Patchouli's chest in search of one of the small hardened mountains hidden underneath them- a sharp moan signaled her success. Beginning to rub the nipple in a circular motion she removed herself from Patchouli's neck, looking up into her eyes the blush on both of their faces spreading and reddening.

"So do you still want me to go because you seem pretty fine with me now?"

"God, could you just shut the fuck up."

"I'll shut up if you take this off." There wasn't a nanosecond of hesitation from Patchouli the moment the terms were voiced she began to undress. It was so sudden it stun-locked Marisa who after blankly watching Patchouli for a moment, slightly offended, realized that she should be getting undressed and began doing just that.

After that roughly thirty second pause in the passion was over it continued for roughly thirty minutes. The most shocking thing about the whole ordeal being that Marisa did, in fact, keep her promise to not say anything past that point. There were sounds, of course, but the effort was commendable as with other things. Nonetheless, when the dust settled, Patchouli was laying on the floor with her back against the wall and Marisa was sliding the sought-after grimoire under her hat again ready to leave.

"You don't have to bolt out- umm…you could stay a bit if you want to."

"Oh… I'd love to, but I wouldn't want to accidentally bump into Sakuya."

"It should be fine. I don't think she's due to inspect the library for at least another hour. We got time… even if it's just to help you borrowl some stuff."

"Ummm- Nah, I think I'll just head out. Only made it this far by playing safe but if you can convince silver hair to serve me again I'll come over for tea."

"Alright then… before you leave could you pass me my hat?" Patchouli pointed down to the disheveled fabric beside Marisa's feet; Marisa casually bent down and tossed it into Patchouli's lap. "I'll… see you when I see you then?"

"Yeah." The distinct low creaking noise of the defect room's door filled Patchouli's ears, quickly followed by the sound of it being nestled back in between the doorframe. Patchouli looked down at her hat running her thumbs across it in silence. There weren't any thoughts going through her head, however her face firmly locked itself into a frown. The only thing that she had now was herself. It was almost like she held her own head in her hands and was touching her hair when she rubbed her fingers across her hat and the faint sound spawned by the friction entered her ears. It wasn't clear how long she'd stayed in there but it definitely was too long and when Patchouli realized that herself she let out a loud groan, throwing her face forward into her hat barely stopping herself from screaming into it. She pulled back.

"You really know nothing do you?" Not even the silence responded. She let out a long sigh; put on her and finally raised to her feet taking one last breath before leaving the room.

She couldn't have been out of the room for longer than two seconds before she felt a visceral swirling sensation in her gut. She knew what it meant and it was the last thing she wanted to deal with right now but all she could do now was tilt her head to the side. There stood Sakuya whose look was oozing with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

"Patchouli, we've got an issue."

"What now?"

"There are eight books missing now. She's struck again."

"Waitwaitwait, Eight?"

"Yes-"

"That bitch."

"She's taken Stan Sevens Grimoire of Illusions while you were slacking, I assume."

"Y-yeah I took a nap, sorry."

"It's fine- well it's not fine but we'll have to make due with it. Though you're going to inform Remilia about it, along with telling her about your little break."

"...I understand."

"Now, dinner should be done in thirty if you wish to join us. Also, one of your collars is up." The feeling from before swells up in Patchouli's gut again as Sakuya seemingly disappears into thin air. Patchouli flattens her before deciding to…

[-] Head to the dining room for dinner.
[-] Skip dinner entirely and go to her room

You need to replenish nutrients after bedtop sport for indoor types.
Even if she doesn't strictly need to eat as a magician. (Or was it just human magicians who cast that spell?)

[X] Head to the dining room for dinner.

Small note: I don't think you marked this as an update, so the front page didn't update itself.
Congratulations on getting both your stories finally listed, by the way.

[x] Head to the dining room for dinner.

Patchouli is her own woman, there's no shame in who she consorts with! She can be at the dinner table without feeling awkward.