I'm writing another thing. Twice in one month, what a miracle. Anyway, still not the Michael Vey story, but instead the Alcatraz series, because it's very well written and I couldn't find any smut for it. Also this is an AU where the characters are over 18 for obvious reasons. So here's that:

"Wait I didn't get to say any-"

"Shut up Kyle! Wait, haven't we done this joke this joke before? Maybe. I'm too lazy to check. So if I haven't consider it an original joke, and if I have consider it a clever callback.

"Quick, Inside!" Bastille said, grabbing my arm. She roughly pushed me into a closet and jumped in herself, closing the door after herself.

"Gak!"

"Be quiet, Smedry!" She ordered. I did what she said. We were infiltrating a library to steal some books in the forgotten language, ones that might have information on the Incarna.

"What was that for?" I whispered to Bastille.

"Librarians. Outside. So shut your stupid mouth before they hear you." She told me. I nodded as best I could in the tiny supply closet. It couldn't have been more than 30 seconds before I realized just how close Bastille was to me. I've already noted how she smelled like soap, and how that smell made it hard for me to think, but I hadn't noticed how warm she was. I suppose all people are, but with Bastille it felt different somehow. I hoped she wouldn't notice how fast my heart was beating. I didn't think it was possible, but I'd seen many a thing that were impossible, and Bastille had been the cause for many of them.

"Shattering Glass, this is tight. My leg's falling asleep. I'm Moving." Bastille said, wiggling to get more comfortable. Unbeknownst to her, her butt brushed up against my crotch as she moved. Had it always been this squishy and squeezable? Wait, what was I thinking? Stupid women and their pheromones. Where was I? Oh right. With Bastille's butt on my crotch. My cock started to harden in my pants at the stimulation. I had to hope Bastille wouldn't notice.

Bastille of course, noticed immediately. She froze.

"Smedry... That better not be what I think it is."

"Probably not. After all there are tons of things you could be thinking, right Bastille?" I whispered in a desperate attempt to confuse her. It didn't work.

"Is it your cock poking my ass or not?" She asked, unamused.

"Yeah. It is."

"Well make it go away somehow!" She whispered angrily.

"It doesn't work like that!"

"Well how does it work?"

"Sometimes it goes away on it's own..."

"Sometimes isn't good enough! Is it going to go away on it's own or not?"

"Probably not, especially while you're so shattering close to me."

"Well isn't there something else we can do?"

"The only other way to make it go away is to...is for me to... It needs..." I stammered

"Well, what is it? Spit it out!"

"I need to cum for it to go away!" I admitted embarrassed. What was I thinking? I was definitely gonna get kicked in the crotch for this.

"Fine. Let's get to it then." Bastille said with a sigh.

"Wait, really? Just like that?"

"I'm a Crystin. We're sworn to help and serve the Smedrys and other nobility, and follow their orders. This is just an extension of that."

"Wait, Bastille, that wasn't an order, and I don't want you to do anything you don't want to, especially not out of some perverted sense of duty."

"Don't worry, it's fine. But y'know, just remember that it's just duty and its not like I'm into you or anything...idiot. " Bastille said. Even in the darkness I could tell she was blushing. Something was off about her words. Just duty? That didn't make much sense. It was like- My train of thought was cut off as Bastille wiggled her shapely ass again against my dick. It was very distracting. She was wiggling her pants down a bit. I could see the gap between her thighs.

"Take off your pants, idiot." She ordered. I did as she said. Soon she rubbed up against me, slipping my hard cock between her thighs. It felt incredibly warm, and...wet? Was it normally wet? I thought that was just when women were aroused. But Bastille couldn't be. This was just duty to her. She had said so herself. Before I could think any more on the matter, she moved, and it felt amazing. Like all the warmth and heat in the world was wrapped around my cock.

"Let's see if this helps. To go faster I mean. It's not like I like this." Bastille said, the silver haired woman blushing even harder. She wrapped her fingers gingerly around my cockhead. It was wonderful, indescribably incredible. I grabbed at Bastille's tits, despite the risk involved with such an action, but she didn't stop me. So I squeezed them. They felt like big, squishy pillows. Ones I would love to suck on. Another time. For now, since it was my first time, I was already about to burst.

"Bastille... I'm gonna cum." I whispered, as quietly as I could. She didn't seem to respond.

"Bastille!" I repeated nervously, doing my best to hold in my oncoming orgasm. Bastille moaned softly and sensually, her eyes closed. That was unexpected. Bastille moved, but instead of moving away so I could cum, she slipped my cock inside herself. It was so warm, velvety feeling, tight, and- shattering glass it felt so good. I came pretty much instantly, cum spurting out my dick into Bastille's tight, hot cunt. I exhaled heavily, still shaking form the intense orgasm. It was then that I noticed... Bastille looked sad. Or disappointed at least.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I didn't get to cum." She complained.

"But I thought this was all just duty to you. That you weren't actually into me."

"You really believed that nonsense? Shattering glass, you're dense."

"You're distracting!" I complained.

"Oh? Would you like me to not distract you next time?"

"No, I- Wait, next time?"

"I still haven't cum, remember? You'll make that up to me. But for now, Let's go find that book.