Deflowering the Virgin Librarian © 2012 by Sasha Merin
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Deflowering the Virgin Librarian
By Sasha Merin
“Any last words?” the headsman asked, his guttural tone only serving to annoy the man who’s head now rested on the chopping block.
“Words are what got me here you brute, I don’t have a need for any more.” It wasn’t true, Victor had plenty he wanted to say. And it hadn’t only been his words that got him here, but his cock. His lover had betrayed him, had pointed him out to the guards with the his exit so near.
Of course she had, what they had shared had not been true love. No, he had confused love with lust, a mistake he had made before with far less disastrous results. No man in the crowd could blame him as any would happily climb atop the kings youngest daughter, though it didn’t stop them from calling him a thief, a whoreson, and even a craven. How exactly had he been a craven? Sure he ran from the guards, who of this lot wouldn’t have done the same?
But they knew, they knew and only the presence of the women at their sides stopped them from cheering his actions. Hair as golden as the coin he had spent wooing her and eyes, well her eyes hadn’t been her best quality. In fact thinking back they should have been his first warning of her betrayal.
She had the eyes of a fox, always calculating, looking for danger, ready to act if any threat came her way. Him being discovered in her suite had been that threat, so obviously he had to have been an intruder seeking to deflower the kings loveliest of daughters.
Of course if that had been true, it would also meant she was his loveliest daughter. The hag was a far cry from that. Now he was lying to himself, his hatred of her distorting his memory. Realizing it changed nothing however and did he just hear the creak of leather?
“Are you making your move headsman?” he asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Thought you were done with words you sot,” he replied in the typical commoner brogue that set Victors teeth to grind. “ And naw, his lordship wanted to be present for this one.”
Why wouldn’t he, Victor almost laughed. His grin angered the crowd who saw fit to throw several shoes and a variety of other objects his way. So angry they would go barefoot? Victor laughed, resulting in such a shoe striking him in his grinning face.
“Aren’t you going to arrest them?” Victor prodded the headsman. “It’s assault!” Maybe he just wanted this handled before his lordship arrived, surely there would be no other reason to taunt your executioner.
The headsman had acted, though only due to being struck by rotten fruit. He could only yell at the crowd however, leaving the gruesome stage would be a dereliction of his duty.
Oh Isabella, walk to your window so I can see your bitter old mug once more, you crow. It was not her however who stepped onto the balcony above, but her father. His usual sad eyes now angry, his brow furrowed and without any delay he cried out for silence.
“You have seen to assault my castle, to breach it’s walls and rob the virtue of its greatest treasure, my lovely Isabelle.” His voice echoed loudly through the square and as usual had put fear into those who heard it. Not Victor however, he only smiled, always smiled.
“I can see you have no intention of defending your actions, for it is clear that there would be no point.” The man turned his iron gaze from Victor to the bulky hooded figure towering above him. “Off with his head!”
Would she come running? Assault her father in his defense, cry for his release? If so, she was late, as the loud thud silenced his last hope. The crowd spun and suddenly only the sky filled his vision. You lousy crow.
“No!” Ana cried out as she slammed the book shut. How could he? Jail, you put him in jail! Tears ran over her cheeks as she mourned the death of her Victor.
“Ana?”
She tensed as she heard her name, “yes?” She turned to find Leslie, one of her coworkers poking her head into the lounge.
“Ana, what’s wrong? I heard you shout,” Leslie said.
“It’s nothing, I just forgot where I was.” Poor Victor. If only he had been more careful, but then he wouldn’t be the Victor she loved.
The woman sighed, “Seriously Ana, you have got to get your nose out of your books. Everyone’s starting to think you’re a loon, you never talk to anyone. You should come out with us tonight, we’re all going to the bar on Madison and try and meet some guys.”
As if she could move on so soon, did she think her so heartless? “I’m sorry, I’m just really not feeling up to it.” It’s not as though part of her didn’t want to however. The love she had felt for Victor had been as passionate and as real as anything anyone else could feel for a lover. But she did yearn to be touched, held, made love to.
“I wish you’d reconsider Ana, but I can’t force you. You really should at least try and socialize with the some of your coworkers. They don’t know you like I do, they just see you as rude, not shy.” Turning to leave she paused before walking away. “Since you don’t want to go, you mind closing up tonight?”
“No I don’t mind,” Ana replied. She often found herself being the last to leave, the library housed her friends, her lovers, and Victor. It wasn’t as though she didn’t like her coworkers, she just didn’t find it easy to talk to people in general. She never knew what to say or how to act.
Now alone Ana thought about the number of nights she had spent with the now deceased bard who had stolen her heart. Sure there had been others, Wilfred Pierce, Lance Corporal Daniels, both men who went to any length to pursue their goals. One in the courts of Chicago and the other in northern farmlands of Korea. They had both survived, they still visited her at night in her dreams. Would Victor?
The library, now empty, always served to put her mind at ease and was truly where she considered home to be. But it also served to remind her of how lonely she was. Now nearly thirty she was still a virgin, though she had been impaled on the cock of many men in her dreams.
Nights like this, alone in the library she would often touch herself. Never beneath her clothing, she would save that for she climbed into her bed or perhaps a warm bath. But for the last two nights she had daydreamt of the handsome young bard climbing through her window and under her sheets. He would wake her with a tickle at her inner thigh, sending chills through her body. His fingertips would play her like he played his lute. He would make her sing his song and cry his name. It made those last few hours at work nigh unbearable.