by Lexi Archer
Contents
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What's A Hotwife?
1: Imminent Danger
2: Imminent Defeat
3: Enter the Dark Lord
4: A Wedding Gift
5: Royal Seduction
6: Royally Ravished
7: Royally Satisfied
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Dark Lord’s Desire
Lexi Archer
Copyright 2015 Lexi Archer
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First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, September 2015
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1: Imminent Danger
“This truly is a glorious day,” Ches said.
I smiled up to my maidservant. Maidservant and bodyguard. She might look unimposing standing there in her livery, but anyone who made the mistake of thinking they could step through her to get to me was going to be in for a very severe surprise. I reached up and took the hand she’d placed on my shoulder and smiled at her through the mirror.
“Sometimes I never thought we’d get here,” I said.
I thought back to everything that had led to this day. I thought back to the time I spent in captivity in Rath’s fortress. Of course I didn’t think about it for too terribly long. Mostly because it caused a confusing mix of emotions to well up inside me rather than the terror and revulsion that you’d think would come up if you spent months confined in a cell in the tallest tower of the supposedly impregnable fortress of your kingdom’s worst enemy.
Of course even then it wasn’t entirely fair to say that it had been a cell. Could you really call a series of rooms that were just as large as my chambers here in the palace proper a cell? I dare say it was far nicer than anything some of the brave soldiers who were captured and kept in Rath’s fortress enjoyed judging by some of the stories I’d heard.
I sighed. Today of all days really wasn’t the time to think of Rath. To think of my time spent in that fortress. To think of him coming into my chambers to dine with me very nearly every evening and looking nothing like the vile creature I’d been told to expect based on the stories I’d grown up with.
I shivered and it had nothing to do with that revulsion and terror that I was supposed to be feeling. Like I said, there was a lot of confusion going on when I thought about that.
“Is something wrong, mistress?” Ches asked.
“Just thinking about the time spent in Rath’s fortress,” I said.
She patted me on the shoulder. It was a gentle motion that she always did when she could tell I was upset. It was something that usually brought me comfort and made me feel at peace with the world, but there was no way that I was going to be able to feel at peace with the world today. Not with what was going to happen today.
“Besides dear,” Ches continued. “The last thing you should be thinking about on your wedding day of all things is that horrible man. Theos defeated him and that’s all you need to know!”
That’s all anybody in the palace thought I needed to know. It’s not like I could tell her that I knew far more than that. No, best to keep the real reason for my nerves well and truly hidden for now. The last thing I needed to tell my personal bodyguard was that part of the reason I was so upset when I thought about my captivity was because of how excited it made me whenever I thought about it.
Above and beyond that, the truly last thing that I needed to tell her was the reaction that Theos had when I confessed everything that had happened. That had been a very interesting night, and something told me that Ches wasn’t going to understand even if it still excited me thinking about that confession almost as much as it excited me thinking about Rath and everything that had led up to that confession in the first place.
A knock on the door pulled me out of my reverie. Pulled me back to reality. Pulled me back to everything that was supposed to happen today, and that caused another nervous flutter to run through me as I looked at my reflection in the massive mirror. As I took in the sparkling dress, all hues of blue as was appropriate for a woman pure of heart and pure of other things on her wedding day even if the reality and the tradition didn’t quite match up in my case.
Today was the day I married the man I loved. The day I married the man who had saved me from Rath and the depredations I’d been threatened with before said rescue. The depredations that still wormed their way into the dark recesses of my mind when I was left alone with my thoughts.
Ches went over to answer the door, though I noted with a thin smile that she also moved her dominant hand behind her dress, no doubt to grip the hilt of whatever dagger she had hidden away in there. One thing I could always rely on was that she was carrying more and varied cutlery than the palace chef hidden away in her dresses at any given moment.
The door pulled open with a quiet whisper and my breath caught. An imposing figure with broad shoulders, shaggy dark hair, and an easygoing smile. For a moment I was sent back to one of the many nights during my captivity when I’d seen a similar figure darkening my doorway, but of course it wasn’t him.
“Lord Theos!” Ches said, a hint of scandal coming to her voice. Her hands went to her hips and my own smile broadened. Yes, she was definitely scandalized by him showing up at my rooms right now. “You’re only supposed to call upon your bride twice before the ceremony and you know it! Bad luck to come up to her chambers a third time!”
Theos gave her a deep bow that was no doubt driving her into a fit of distraction. I saw the way Ches looked at Theos even though she was a good twenty years his senior. I saw the way many women looked at him, and why not? The crown prince of a kingdom without a king, set to quite literally inherit the keys to the kingdom upon his marriage, a marriage that he’d earned in the most literal way possible by saving his bride from the kingdom’s worst enemy. He cut an imposing figure.
Almost as imposing as Rath.
I shook my head as color came to my cheeks. Like I said, d
angerous thoughts. Almost as dangerous as the thoughts of the spell that had come over my princeling when I told him about those thoughts. I shivered thinking back to that night once more. The night that I’d very nearly completely lost the right to wear the shimmering blue.
Not that losing that right would’ve stopped me even had it happened. The shimmering blue was more a guideline than an actual rule these days, and I was unique amongst most women of noble blood in actually having a somewhat legitimate claim to enough purity to get away with wearing the colors on my wedding day with a clean conscience.
“You have my deepest apologies for this terrible breach of protocol Ches,” he said. His eyes darted into the room and found me, a smile coming to his face as he saw me sitting before the mirror putting on the finishing touches to my outfit. I also noticed that he didn’t attempt to cross Ches.
No, he’d learned the hard way that she didn’t make any distinction between a commoner and the heir to the kingdom trying to come into my presence before I’d given my permission.
“Better than an apology would be not bothering with the breach of protocol in the first place,” Ches said, a hint of testiness coming to her voice. No doubt she was thinking back to that first encounter as well. Theos had learned the hard way that one didn’t try to go past my bodyguard without permission, but Ches had also learned the hard way that the royal guard didn’t take kindly to anyone manhandling the crown prince even if it was somewhat deserved according to the rules of propriety he was supposed to observe at all times. It had led to an uneasy stalemate between the two of them ever since.
“I’m afraid that in this case it can’t be helped,” Theos said. “Unfortunately it would appear that someone is moving on the city.”
Ches gasped and I felt a flutter of excitement rising in my belly that made me blush. A blush that came more from shame at being excited at the idea of someone moving on the city in the first place than from the thoughts that were suddenly running through my mind. What was I thinking?
Only from the way Theos’s eyes flashed and a small smile flitted across his face while Ches was looking back at me with sudden worry I realized that he was probably having the same thoughts I was. He was probably suffering from the same guilt that I was as well.
Talk about crazy. I stood and moved over to where they were speaking at the door, Ches still not-so-subtly placing herself between my intended and the entrance to the room despite just hearing the news that there was potentially an army marching on the city. That usually only meant one thing.
Rath.
I placed a gentle hand on Ches’s shoulder in imitation of the same motion she’d done moments ago while trying to comfort me and she moved away.
“How far?” I asked.
“Close enough to the walls that I’d rather you were up in the tower and not here where you’re exposed,” Theos said.
“Has he actually attacked yet?”
An odd expression worked its way across Theos’s face and then he shook his head. It looked like he wasn’t sure whether he should be excited or worried. I could understand how he felt since a bit of that was working its way through my body at the same time. The conflict was very real with both of us, and I could tell that he was doing his best to make sure not too much of that conflict showed on his face where Ches might potentially see it and get curious.
Not that he was doing a particularly good job of covering that up.
“We need to get going!” Ches said, breaking through the momentary spell that had taken control of both of us. She started gathering her dress but I reached a hand out to stop her again.
“If this really is Rath attacking then there’s nothing you can do here Ches,” I said.
She stopped for a moment and annoyance crossed her face, but after a moment she nodded. She was nothing if not practical. Going up against someone like Rath was a foe that was beyond her.
“Fine,” she said. She wheeled on Theos and pressed a finger against his chest. A press that would’ve gotten the attention of the guards that always followed him around, not that he particularly needed the guards, except there didn’t appear to be any guards this time around. That was particularly odd. They usually followed him everywhere.
“But you need to take care of her,” Ches continued. “If you don’t then I’m going to make sure that I succeed where Rath has failed every time so far.”
“I believe it,” Theos said. And with that he held a hand out towards me. I stepped forward, feeling more exhilaration than worry as I reached out for his hand, and felt a bolt like a ball of flame run down to the core of my being as we touched.
Damn.
“Come on Ainya,” he said. “We need to get to the tower and time’s wasting.”
I followed as he led me out of the room, wondering if we were going to get to the tower on time. Wondering if I could even still look forward to getting married today. Wondering why the hell I was more excited than anything else at the notion that Rath was out there on the outskirts of the city.
All for me.
With a shiver I allowed myself to be pulled through the long corridors made of intricately interlocking stone.
2: Imminent Defeat
I pulled Ainya through the corridors and prayed that I wasn’t going to be too late in getting her to the tower. It was an area of the palace that, despite being one of the tallest towers in the entire structure and seemingly a terrible place to hide or look for protection precisely because it was so obvious, had actually been reinforced to hell and back by a particularly wily mage who decided he liked it enough to make it his permanent home despite the potential setbacks.
He’d also been kind enough to leave the keys to his particular enchantments and unique brand of crazy security for future possessors of the palace to use as they wished. Since I was the one who was currently in possession of the palace that meant that I was the one who the enchantments currently deferred to.
“I can’t believe he would do this on our wedding day!” Ainya said. She sounded a bit breathless. Was she breathless? I didn’t dare turn and look. There was too much danger that we weren’t going to get to the tower in time and then everything would be lost.
Still, I very much wanted her to be breathless. I felt a stirring between my legs and something pressing against my pants, a ridiculously formal affair that wasn’t at all comfortable but sometimes expectations won out over comfort. Particularly on a day when the entire kingdom would expect me to be decked out in clothing expensive enough to pay for an entire village to eat for a month.
Such a waste.
“You really can’t believe it?” I asked. “You can’t believe that with his obsession Rath would make a last ditch effort to get you before you’re well and truly married off and off limits?”
“Something tells me that he isn’t the kind of person to particularly care whether or not I’m married or off limits,” she said.
Now that made my cock twitch. That sent a fire running through my body and made me weak in the knees to the point that I very nearly tripped and fell to the floor. I had to pause to regain my balance, and as I did so I turned to look at Ainya in her dress that was enchanted to shimmer in various shades of blue as befitted a lady who’d maintained her purity up until her wedding day.
Well, most of her purity. We’d had our fun here and there, as was expected for a betrothed couple, but had avoided the one act that would make the blue completely off limits. And that was part of the reason why my cock was so hard as I stared at her. As I took in her curls of strawberry-blonde hair. As I took in the curve of her body that was clearly visible in a dress that clung to her figure in all the right places in keeping with tradition.
I knew we were in a hurry, but as she mentioned Rath not particularly caring whether or not she was married, as she drew my attention to how beautiful she was standing there in her dress, I was like a man possessed. I felt myself losing control of my faculties.
I only had one thought in my mind as she said tha
t. The infuriatingly enticing vision of Rath wrapping his arms around her. Ripping that dress down and exposing her. I thought back to what she’d told me of her time spent in captivity in his lair before I rescued her. I thought about the feelings she’d admitted to that had first stirred this strange desire deep in my heart and, more particularly, between my legs where my cock throbbed every time I thought about her words.
Yes, it was entirely too much for me. I couldn’t help myself. I threw myself at her, my arms going to either side of her as she let out a yelp of surprise. As my mouth descended on hers and then we were engaged in a duel where the taste of her filled my mouth and intoxicated me more than the strongest wine could ever hope to. I pressed my cock, already so hard from anticipation, between her legs and it molded to her body where her dress clung to her figure.
I was lightheaded. I was drunk. I was on fire. It was all I could do not to do a little bit of ripping of my own and pull that dress down. It was all I could do not to take her right here in this hallway where anyone could come at any moment.
In short, it was the single greatest moment of temptation that I’d felt the entire time we’d been together, right before we were about to have the forbidden nature of that act removed entirely and for eternity by pledging ourselves to one another forever, and it was with great difficulty that I pulled away and caught my breath.
Even more difficult than it had been rescuing her from Rath’s fortress in the first place, and that was saying something. Though knowing what I knew now about how Ainya felt, more particularly about the effect that the idea of Rath having his way with her had on me, was enough to make me wish that I’d delayed somewhat in that rescue.
Oh well. You live and you learn. And hopefully I was going to make up for some of that today. Which is why I needed to control myself, but it was difficult with the way she was smiling up at me.
