The Virgin Maiden

Part Eight:

Lucius patiently watched Virginia sleep as the light from the setting sun filled the room with pink light. Plenty of time, he told himself. I've waited this long, I can wait a little longer.

The potion began to wear off at about eight in the evening, and Lucius moved from his chair in the corner to the edge of the bed, to greet his virgin maiden when she awoke. He carefully folded the white satin and lace dress over his arm and sat by the sleeping Virginia. She stirred uneasily, finally opening her eyes. Squinting at him, she whispered, "Lucius?"

"Good evening, my dear," Lucius whispered. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes," Virginia answered. She sat up and stretched, yawning. "What time is it?"

"Eight in the evening." Virginia's eyes went wide with surprise at being asleep for so long. "You must be hungry," Lucius continued. "The house elves are just finishing dinner. And I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" Virginia asked, looking anxious...and nervous. Lucius stood and unfolded the dress, showing every detail to her.

"I had the seamstress elf make it today. What do you think?"

"It's lovely," Virginia whispering, reaching out to touch it. But Lucius did not want to waste any more time: now that she was awake, he was anxious to get the night started.

"Get up, my pet," he commanded softly. Virginia obediently rose, and Lucius tenderly spread the white dress on the bed, freeing his hands to undress her. Usually, he relished in examining the details of her pale little body, touching her full little breasts and gripping her sweet little ass in his hands. But tonight, he'd have as much of her as he wanted. So, he dressed her quickly.

After brushing her hair and tying a white satin ribbon in her flaming hair, Lucius offered Virginia his arm. She had learned long ago to take it immediately. Lucius led her down the halls and stairs to the dining hall, trying to keep their pace normal. He didn't want to hurry her.

The dining hall, usually lit with dozens of candles and the chandeliers above, was now dim, with only the light of a few candles in front of their plates. "Romantic, isn't it?" Lucius asked as he waved Virginia in. He was unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, and hated himself for it.

He pull Virginia's chair out for her, and she sat in front of her plate. Lucius had requested a meal of veal cutlets and pasta, covered in a sun-dried tomato sauce. Lucius filled her goblet and his own with his best wine, and took a sip, nodding to encourage her to do the same. She did, hesitantly: she was figuring out what was going on.

Five minutes later, the girl hadn't touched her food. Lucius eyed her impatiently. "Eat, my pet. You'll need your strength for tonight." He saw Virginia swallow.

"I'm not hungry, Lucius."

He sighed. "Well, if you're not going to eat, then come feed me." Virginia gapped at him, as if not sure if he were serious. "I'm not kidding," Lucius said, almost dangerously. "Sit on my lap."

She slowly rose, and sat herself in Lucius's lap. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, surprised that she had actually sat on his lap. "I'm waiting, Virginia."

She twirled some pasta onto a fork and held it up to Lucius's mouth. He took a bite, licking the sauce away from his lips. "Very good," he whispered. He felt Virginia tremble a bit, but she fed him the rest of his dinner in silence.

When Lucius was finished, Virginia rose from his lap. He stood as well. "My dear, are you sure that you're not hungry? I want you to have energy. I can wait..." He didn't want her to be weak, wanted her in her best condition when he...

Virginia must've figured that this was a good way to waste time, for she sat back down. "Per-perhaps I could..." he heard her murmur as she took a couple of bites. But she couldn't eat very much, and Lucius rose from his chair.

"Come now, Virginia. I have a full night planned for us." As she stood up from her chair, he observed that she had the grim look of a prisoner sentenced to death. He swept her quickly into his arms, just as he had that morning, and carried her out into the hall. Instead of turning to the right, however, he turned left: towards the back hall.

Virginia clung to his robes as he carried her through the already opened back doors and into the gardens. The night was warm yet breezy, a perfect summer night. The path was lit with fairy lights on the trees and bushes, and Lucius noticed, with satisfaction, how lovely the roses looked in the moonlight.

The white tent awaited them at the end of the garden. It wasn't exactly a work of perfect architecture, but it took only a bit of magic to make it perfect. It looked small from the outside, but when Lucius and Virginia stepped through the opening flap, they saw the inside of the tent.

Lucius placed Virginia down, allowing her to look around the tent. He'd designed it carefully, making the floors, walls, and ceiling all white. A huge fireplace was on one wall, lined with solid gold. There was a white fur rug in front of it. On the opposite end of the room was the huge bed, with white covers and a thick comforter, and transparent white drapes hanging from the bars. Next to the bed was a small white table, with a gold bucket containing a bottle of unopened champagne and two glasses, and a gold bowl filled with strawberries. Lucius sat on the rug and patiently waited as Virginia took in the whole room. Finally, he said, "Come sit with me, my pet."

Virginia sat beside him, in front of the glowing fire. Lucius gently pushed her, and she lay below him. He leaned down, kissing her lips. Out of fear, he figured, she did not pull away. Lucius broke away, and looked into her startled eyes. "My dear," he whispered, "there are only two of us tonight."

Virginia blinked at him. "Yes, Lucius," she said. She knew what he meant.

"That's my girl." Lucius bent down and kissed her neck, hungrily working his way to her shoulder, pulling down her dress...but he willed himself to wait, and he sat up, instructing Virginia to do the same. "Wait here."

He got up and retrieved the bucket and bowl, brining them back to the rug. He poured a glass of champagne for Virginia, filling it a bit fuller then was proper. He did the same for himself, holding up the glass. "Cheers, my pet." She merely nodded as she clicked glasses, Lucius downing his quickly. He nodded to her. "Go on, it's very good."

Virginia took a sip and, finding it good, gulped it down greedily. Lucius was amused by her unladylike behavior: he'd spent too much time in his life around "ladies", and his Virginia was a refreshing contrast.

"I daresay you'd like another," Lucius said with a smirk, pouring Virginia another glass. He held out a strawberry to her after giving her the glass. "Try this with it. It brings out the flavor even more."

"No, thank you," Virginia declined politely. But Lucius insisted, and she ate the strawberry from his fingers, licking the juice from his hand.

This was another way to kill time, she must've figured. Lucius ended up feeding her every strawberry in the bowl, and together they consumed all of the champagne. When Lucius finished the last of his champagne, he set down the glass and smiled at Virginia. "It is time."

Virginia nodded, and Lucius once again lifted her into his arms, carrying to the bed. He placed her on the bed, smiling down at her. She was all white, from her dress to her skin. The only color was the slight flush in her pretty cheeks, her brown eyes...and the bright color of her hair. It was as bright as Lucius's burning passion for his little virgin. He sat down beside her, running at hand into her dress, feeling her breasts. He looked at her face. "My dear," he whispered, "are you afraid?"

"Yes," Virginia answered honestly. Although the champagne had calmed her, she was still a little tense.

Lucius pulled his hand out of her dress and climbed on top of her, kissing her forehead. "Don't be," he said, feeling the need to reassure her. "I'm not going to hurt you. You'll like this." Without another word, he began kissing her lips. He was surprised when Virginia began kissing him back. His lips traveled from her lips to her neck, making their way downward.

And it soon began...

When it was over, the now-naked Virginia lay curled in Lucius arms. He buried his face in her lovely red hair, taking in the smell of roses and sighing. "Virginia," he whispered, "you need me, don't you?"

As he fondled her breast, he heard her meekly whisper, "Yes, Lucius."

He kissed her softly on the neck. "You love me, don't you?" he whispered. There was no reply. "Virginia?"

She did not speak. She'd fallen asleep in his arms.