The Incongruent Affair

Loves Twist

This all began with me being called for another execution. Please excuse me if I do not seem too spirited while I tell this tale. I was serving my last execution before I was allowed to retire. Her name was Allie. Age 27, 5 feet and 6 inches tall. She was arrested for conspiracy of a heist at the kings palace. I remember everything about that report on her.

I picked up my axe and put on my black leathery mask to hide my face like always. I then left the barracks. Once outside a guard came to me and said, "We need you to ride with the prisoner till we make it to Marinlle."

Marinlle was her execution place and also the city of love. I climbed in the back along with the prisoner. Her and I were were sitting across from eachother in the cabin of the carriage. She couldn't see my face because of the mask, but I could witness her beauty as much as I pleased.

I was a nervous wreck because I never liked being on execution duty, but she was as calm as possible. She looked at me and rested her hand on my glove. "Hey, why are you shaking?" she asked.

I remained completely silent. Then she looked down and started to think of what to say next. "So uh...did you make sure that axe is sharpened well? After all I just want this to be a one swing thing," she joked.

I didn't like the joke so I tightened my hands on my knees, looked away, and grunted. "Calm down you're not the one being executed. Why are you so worried?" she asked with concern.

Finally I broke and decided to speak, "I don't like executions."

"Then why do you do them?"

"Orders that I must follow."

She sat up from her relaxed pose. "Who's orders?"

"General of the harth guards."

"Just quit the job as a guard then, when you get back from this execution."

"I...uh...maybe you're right. I only joined because I needed money along time ago, but now I can afford better things."

She jumped up and sat next to me. "See, now your problems solved. But you still look down?" she said putting her hand against my back.

"I'm fine. Leave it be."

I looked at her. She had short brown hair and green eyes like emeralds. Her lips were full and her nose was perfect in shape.

Some time passed and it was hours later. The girl got up and started to speak. "I think I know whats wrong," she said. "You're worried about killing me."

I lowered my head some more and remained silent.

"Don't worry about my execution. I deserve it. I'm not guilty of the crime I'm being killed for, but I've done worst things and I wouldn't of done them if I wasn't ready for death."

"I'm not ready for your death though," I said with a deep suppression. "I think I've grown feelings for you."

"And I have for you as well," she said taking the same slumped position as I. "You know that you're not the only one in this cart with a burden?"

"And what is your issue?"

"I'm gonna die without ever seeing your face, but we could change that," she said reaching for my hood before I pulled away. "Can I see your face before I die?"

"No, for you'll only see guilt."

"Please I just want to see you."

"Very well then," I submitted as I pulled the hood off.

I was exposed. She could see every scar and every bit of sham I had. It was all there for her to judge and push away, yet she surprised me. Surprised me with a blessing between our lips. She kissed me and I kissed her back. She has her hands holding the side of my face and mine resting on her waist. She pulled her lips away from me to speak. "Can I ask you for one more favor?" she asked.

"Anything you need."

"Take my virginity before I die. I would've never wanted anyone else to.

I agreed by sharing another kiss with her and pulling in closer. She loosened the ties on my shirt then help me get it off. I then laid her down on the floor and got on top of her. I then loosened her shirt and pulled it open. Her bare chest was showing to me and the girl who was so confident before had a shy blush to her now. I rolled up her skirt and slid down in between her legs. I gently teased her with my tongue until she grabbed the back of my head and begged for more. I went for more until she lost strength in exchange for pleasure.

I then sat up as she gravitated to my lap. She removed my pants and grabbed hold of my pleasure. She then started to stroke her hand back and forth before lowering her lips onto me. The tip was barely grazing her soft lush mouth and her tongue was just a tease. She looked up at me with her shimmering eyes as she went deeper. She took her head across me several times. Over and over again. I then decided I had enough and wanted to for fill my promise and take her purity. I took her back to the floor and leaned over her. I then let her just feel the end of me rub against the edge of her soft skin. She wrapped her legs around my back as I trusted it in. I pushed deeper as her body tightened around me. The shaking of the carriage only added to the pleasure. She then rolled everything around and mounted on top of me. I was being held down as she trusted her hips with me inside of her. She gasped out in bliss, "Let it cum inside of me." I did as she said and finished as she did and released it all deep into her.

After the event of love displayed we put our clothes back on. The rest of the trip lasted with us sitting next to one another. "I'm not gonna do it," I said.

"Do what, love?"

"I'm not preforming the execution. I'm gonna attack the guards while you run."

"You have to preform the execution."

"But why? I'll sacrifice myself for you."

"If you fight I'll fight with you and there's no point in both of us dying."

"Why cant you just run and let me go?"

"If one of us are going to die it's going to be me. I deserve it anyways," she said looking down.

There was a moment of silence between us. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. I put my executioner hood back on and picked up my axe. Allie got out first and then I did. The priest read her rights then the guard walked her to the block where I was standing. He forcefully shoved her against the stump. It sickened me. I pulled my arms back above my head and drew the axe. I muffled under my mask, "I love you," but I know she didn't hear me. I dragged down the axe and severed her head by spiting the neck from her body. The person I was inside of not too long ago from that time is now dead.

It's now three years later and is the same dawn as that morning. I'm writing of my last peaceful moment, so I can think before I die. I have my axe from that day and I'm ending it all. Farewell everyone. I'm separating myself form this world like I did to her.