Alone in the Library
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Adult ++
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I own these characters and this story, and greatly wish I got money from it. It is fiction, all of the characters are my own creation. It is nt based on true events. Any likeness to real people or stories is just coincidental
Alone in the Library
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((Try my other story My King, short, sweet, and romantic! Leave a review here or there, hopefully it'll give me more incentive to finish this!))
Nienar stood silent in the changing room keeping his eyes at the floor. Around him his fellows changed into and out of their armor, socializing merrily. He had just reached for his pants when he felt a cold hand fondle the curve of his ass. He stood bolt upright and whipped around only to meet the looming leer of Alias. Alias was an older elf, but only by a few years. He had known him since he entered into the training barracks. The man had always been there to terrorize him. A physical apparition of everything he hated in a person, constantly lingering behind him.
"So MoonScar, came down from the tree house to play with the grown ups huh?"
His friends behind him sneered and laughed, hoping for a fight. They fed off violence.
He suddenly became painfully aware of how nude he was, and how clothed Alias was, making him feel very vulnerable. He pulled his pants on quickly, but not quickly enough.
The taller elf grabbed him roughly by the shoulders spinning him on the spot and sending him face first into the wall behind him.
He kept him pinned to the wall as he leaned in pressing his body erotically against him from behind, leaning in close enough to breath heavily on one of his pointed ears. His breath was hot on his neck, it hit his ears and sent a shiver down his spine.
"You should come play more often, we miss you around here" he whispered roughly. He could smell the liquor on his breath.
The small group had began to heckle and cuss, egging Alias on.
A deeper voice echoed in the small room from behind them.
"What the hell do you think your doing?"
It was Aristotle.
He stood six feet and four inches, abnormally tall for an elf. His thin black hair hung just past his gleaming pauldrons. He was fully clad in his silver armor. Sword hanging at his hip and lance on his back. he held his helm limply in his right hand.
Neinar silently thanked the Gods. Aristotle had always been a sight for sore eyes. He seemed to show up at the most opportune moments and save his skin more times than he could count.
Alias quickly let go of Nienar and backed away from the taller elf.
"Nothin' jus' talkin' to 'im, weren't we boys?"
The others nodded and mumbled in agreement.
Aristotle towered over them glaring.
"If I find you harassing him again, I'll send word to the king!"
The other men departed.
"You alright Nienar?"
He nodded. And returned to dressing.
"Yes, thank you...."
"If they bother you again let me know, you don't need to deal with that. And Micah wouldn't like knowing how much of it you just silently put up with."
He nodded and ran his fingers through his strikingly blue hair.
"Don't tell Micah, he doesn't need to know."
The man sighed but nodded.
"You should get home, Nienar."
"No...I have some work I have to do. I'll see you tomorrow."
He walked away as quickly as he could. Still feeling Aristotle's stare piercing him.
When he was sure he had put distance between him and the clanking armor, he wandered into the nearest bathroom.
He splashed cold water on his face and inspected himself in the mirror. His blue hair, bangs now damp, stuck haphazardly all over the top of his head. He gingerly ran a finger down the thin scar that slashed across his face, curving in the shape of a crescent across his right eye. He adjusted the eye-patch that covered the blind spot, still trying to decide whether or not he liked the nickname "Moonscar."
He pulled his gloves quickly over his pail hands and left the bathroom in direction of the castle's library.
He climbed a few flights of stairs before turning down a deserted corridor and into the spacious room.
The library was large, one of the largest rooms in castle. It was a few stories tall with rows and rows of books towering near the ceiling.
The room looked as empty as the halls, he assumed all of the scribes must have gone to bed. He cursed himself for not getting there sooner. Nienar hated trying to find his way around the maze of shelves.
He heard a book fall a few shelves down. He jumped and jerked his head around the corner, eyes wide and heart thumping.
Nothing
He sighed and leaned against one of the shelves.
'No on is here' he told himself
'A book was probably just stacked wrong and fell off the pile. Damn lazy scribes...'
He sighed his shoulders relaxing into a tired slump as he shuffled lazily over to a near by table. He ruffled through the books reading the various titles. Someone had be researching subterfuge. Nothing on the Drow Genocide he was looking for.
"Well well, look who it is." A familiar voice sounded behind him, echoed by croons of laughter.
Nienar pushed away from the table, attempting to flee. But Alias was to fast for him.
He was grabbed roughly by the shoulders, spun on the spot, and slammed, face down onto the desk. He grunted softly in pain as his face made impact with an edge of a large tome.
"Get off..." He mumbled "...please?"
More laughter rang out behind him, and he immediately regretting begging.
"Sorry MoonScar, but I'm not that nice..." The older man hissed in his ear.
He shuddered as he felt a hot tongue skim the edge of his sensitive and pointed ears. He jerked his body
roughly, trying to get away. But that only enticed the man further. He jerked again and almost had him off, but he felt more hands on him now. Grabbing his arms and pinning them down. He bucked his body again, a hand grabbed a fist-full of his hair and smashed his face into the wood.
"Keep fightin' Moon, you'll just get more memorable scars."
He whimpered and went limp, he could feel blood seeping from his now broken nose. He heard the sound of ripping fabric, and felt a sudden and uncomfortable draft.
"Raven, you watch the door, Crow, keep Moon quiet. I don't want to be interrupted, especially not by any clanky giants."
The man at Nienar's right wandered off, the one to his left let go his arms, but Alias grabbed them and held them tight before he could try anything. Not that he would have, he wasn't that stupid.
((Try my other story My King, short, sweet, and romantic! Leave a review here or there, hopefully it'll give me more incentive to finish this!))
Nienar stood silent in the changing room keeping his eyes at the floor. Around him his fellows changed into and out of their armor, socializing merrily. He had just reached for his pants when he felt a cold hand fondle the curve of his ass. He stood bolt upright and whipped around only to meet the looming leer of Alias. Alias was an older elf, but only by a few years. He had known him since he entered into the training barracks. The man had always been there to terrorize him. A physical apparition of everything he hated in a person, constantly lingering behind him.
"So MoonScar, came down from the tree house to play with the grown ups huh?"
His friends behind him sneered and laughed, hoping for a fight. They fed off violence.
He suddenly became painfully aware of how nude he was, and how clothed Alias was, making him feel very vulnerable. He pulled his pants on quickly, but not quickly enough.
The taller elf grabbed him roughly by the shoulders spinning him on the spot and sending him face first into the wall behind him.
He kept him pinned to the wall as he leaned in pressing his body erotically against him from behind, leaning in close enough to breath heavily on one of his pointed ears. His breath was hot on his neck, it hit his ears and sent a shiver down his spine.
"You should come play more often, we miss you around here" he whispered roughly. He could smell the liquor on his breath.
The small group had began to heckle and cuss, egging Alias on.
A deeper voice echoed in the small room from behind them.
"What the hell do you think your doing?"
It was Aristotle.
He stood six feet and four inches, abnormally tall for an elf. His thin black hair hung just past his gleaming pauldrons. He was fully clad in his silver armor. Sword hanging at his hip and lance on his back. he held his helm limply in his right hand.
Neinar silently thanked the Gods. Aristotle had always been a sight for sore eyes. He seemed to show up at the most opportune moments and save his skin more times than he could count.
Alias quickly let go of Nienar and backed away from the taller elf.
"Nothin' jus' talkin' to 'im, weren't we boys?"
The others nodded and mumbled in agreement.
Aristotle towered over them glaring.
"If I find you harassing him again, I'll send word to the king!"
The other men departed.
"You alright Nienar?"
He nodded. And returned to dressing.
"Yes, thank you...."
"If they bother you again let me know, you don't need to deal with that. And Micah wouldn't like knowing how much of it you just silently put up with."
He nodded and ran his fingers through his strikingly blue hair.
"Don't tell Micah, he doesn't need to know."
The man sighed but nodded.
"You should get home, Nienar."
"No...I have some work I have to do. I'll see you tomorrow."
He walked away as quickly as he could. Still feeling Aristotle's stare piercing him.
When he was sure he had put distance between him and the clanking armor, he wandered into the nearest bathroom.
He splashed cold water on his face and inspected himself in the mirror. His blue hair, bangs now damp, stuck haphazardly all over the top of his head. He gingerly ran a finger down the thin scar that slashed across his face, curving in the shape of a crescent across his right eye. He adjusted the eye-patch that covered the blind spot, still trying to decide whether or not he liked the nickname "Moonscar."
He pulled his gloves quickly over his pail hands and left the bathroom in direction of the castle's library.
He climbed a few flights of stairs before turning down a deserted corridor and into the spacious room.
The library was large, one of the largest rooms in castle. It was a few stories tall with rows and rows of books towering near the ceiling.
The room looked as empty as the halls, he assumed all of the scribes must have gone to bed. He cursed himself for not getting there sooner. Nienar hated trying to find his way around the maze of shelves.
He heard a book fall a few shelves down. He jumped and jerked his head around the corner, eyes wide and heart thumping.
Nothing
He sighed and leaned against one of the shelves.
'No on is here' he told himself
'A book was probably just stacked wrong and fell off the pile. Damn lazy scribes...'
He sighed his shoulders relaxing into a tired slump as he shuffled lazily over to a near by table. He ruffled through the books reading the various titles. Someone had be researching subterfuge. Nothing on the Drow Genocide he was looking for.
"Well well, look who it is." A familiar voice sounded behind him, echoed by croons of laughter.
Nienar pushed away from the table, attempting to flee. But Alias was to fast for him.
He was grabbed roughly by the shoulders, spun on the spot, and slammed, face down onto the desk. He grunted softly in pain as his face made impact with an edge of a large tome.
"Get off..." He mumbled "...please?"
More laughter rang out behind him, and he immediately regretting begging.
"Sorry MoonScar, but I'm not that nice..." The older man hissed in his ear.
He shuddered as he felt a hot tongue skim the edge of his sensitive and pointed ears. He jerked his body
roughly, trying to get away. But that only enticed the man further. He jerked again and almost had him off, but he felt more hands on him now. Grabbing his arms and pinning them down. He bucked his body again, a hand grabbed a fist-full of his hair and smashed his face into the wood.
"Keep fightin' Moon, you'll just get more memorable scars."
He whimpered and went limp, he could feel blood seeping from his now broken nose. He heard the sound of ripping fabric, and felt a sudden and uncomfortable draft.
"Raven, you watch the door, Crow, keep Moon quiet. I don't want to be interrupted, especially not by any clanky giants."
The man at Nienar's right wandered off, the one to his left let go his arms, but Alias grabbed them and held them tight before he could try anything. Not that he would have, he wasn't that stupid.