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Nestled in the privacy of his grand library, he finds solace in the forbidden. His hands, once used for signing decrees, now wrap around his immense cock, pulling at the velvet skin. The room is filled with the scent of aged books and musk, as he begins his rhythmic dance. His breath hitches, his grip tightens, and his body tenses as he nears the edge. A low growl escapes his lips, a primal sound that echoes through the grand halls, a secret only the walls will keep.