Dark Lord's Desire: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  “My my,” she said. “We certainly are in a mood! Is that because of our impending wedding or something else?”

  “What else would it be my lady?” I asked, though from the way her smile widened she knew exactly what I was thinking about. That was one of the things that I loved about her aside from her beauty and her intelligence. There were many times when I’d been convinced that she had the ability to read my mind.

  Like now as she stepped forward and ran her fingers down my chest until her delicate hand was cupping my cock in a not-so-delicate gesture. I glanced down the corridors, once again worrying that someone could come upon us and wouldn’t that cause quite the scandal? Of course there wasn’t much worry of that with the palace on the defensive. With everyone on alart and looking out rather than in. Everyone should either be out preparing to defend the place or looking for a nice hiding spot.

  Not that any of them would need those hiding spots. Not if everything went to plan. Only I couldn’t think about that for long. No, I was far more distracted by my future wife’s fingers dancing lightly along the length of my cock.

  “Are you sure you’re not thinking about all that time I spent in captivity in Rath’s fortress? Thinking about how he came to the chambers where he kept me imprisoned so that he could dine with me and gloat?”

  I swallowed. It was so difficult to concentrate with her running her hand up and down my cock like that. It brought to mind some of the fun things we’d done that ran up to the borderline of preventing her from wearing the blue without actually crossing that line. It turns out that my intended was very talented at satisfying my royal desires with her hands and her mouth even if neither of us were quite willing to be as libertine as some of the other nobility when it came to matters of purity.

  Unfortunately I had to hold myself to a higher standard. A higher standard that ended today, but Ainya didn’t know that. Not yet.

  She seemed to take my lack of response as encouragement to continue. And in a way I very much wanted her to continue. I wanted her to move her hand down in my pants and deliver the satisfaction that I craved even if it would mean not getting to the tower in time.

  “Are you maybe thinking about what you spun out for me when I confessed? How you wished I’d let him have his way with me? How you wanted your beautiful wife-to-be under your worst enemy with his massive…”

  I let out a strangled gasp and moved my hand down to wrap around her wrist. She had no idea how close she was to the truth. She also had no idea she was to pushing me over the edge talking like that. A little more talk along those lines coupled with her hand doing its forbidden dance up and down the length of my cock would be more than enough to send me over the edge, and that was something I desperately wanted to avoid. I wanted to be fully prepared when we reached the tower.

  “Is something wrong my dear?” she asked. “Am I causing a problem?”

  I deliberately pulled her hand away even though it was the last thing in the world that I wanted to do at the moment. I marveled at my self control that I was able to pull her away like that.

  “Something like that,” I said. “Have you forgotten that the palace is under attack and we very much need to get you to safety?”

  As if to punctuate the moment there was a thud of something slamming into the castle off in the distance. I winced at that sound. It was never cheap to fix things up after one of these attacks, though hopefully we would be able to keep the damage to a minimum this time around.

  “Come,” I said. “We don’t have much time.”

  Ainya seemed to take my words at face value even though there was a hidden double meaning to them. A double meaning I didn’t intend to reveal until we were safe in the tower. And so we moved on in silence until we reached the base of the tower where a large wooden door shimmered with ancient enchantments. The kind of nasty old stuff that they just didn’t make anymore because most of that stuff had long since been outlawed and anyone who was dangerous or crazy enough to dabble in them had long since been executed for their trouble.

  Except for this one spot in the palace where it served as a sort of refuge of last resort for the royal family. Which in this case meant me since I was the only one left and looking to start a new branch of the family eventually with Ainya here.

  I waved my hand in front of the door and the shimmering light faded. I reached out to turn the lock and the light actually retreated from my hand. That was just the way it worked. It always somehow knew who was running the place, and it always did that person’s bidding. Which had led to some awkward situations over the years such as when great-great uncle Ulfric thought he was still in charge of the kingdom right up until the moment he ran straight into the enchantments which proceeded to messily kill him while great-grandad Arsith watched on with what I’m told was no small measure of amusement.

  Nothing like that happened today though. The door opened and we were running up a spiral staircase to the top levels which were some of the safest areas in the entire kingdom. I just hoped we would get there in time.

  Finally we arrived, both of our chests heaving from the exertion even if we were both in pretty good shape. Ainya smiled at me as I walked over to a massive window overlooking the palace grounds and the city beyond. I pulled it open, no need to worry about a passing arrow getting through the shimmering enchantment that I could just barely see outside the tower, and looked out on a moderately sized army gathered around the walls.

  A fireball arced through the air straight for the tower. The thing actually slammed right into the window I was standing at, but I didn’t even flinch as it exploded. I knew I was perfectly safe here.

  I felt Ainya moving up next to me. I felt her hand running down the small of my back which was just a little distracting as my cock started to harden once more after going soft while my body was more worried about pumping blood for walking up the stairs.

  “Do you think that was Rath?” she asked.

  “I don’t think so,” I said. “Probably one of his mages trying to keep our forces occupied.”

  “What makes you say that?” she asked.

  “The answer to that is simple enough,” a deep voice intoned across the room. Ainya gasped in surprise and I felt her grip tighten on my back. I also felt her breathing pick up which just served to add to the already uncomfortably hard situation that was developing between my legs. Yeah, that was just the reaction I was hoping to get from her.

  We both turned and saw Rath standing at the door we’d just come through, his broad shoulders brushing either side of the door as he smiled first at me and then at Ainya with a rakish grin. He sketched a bow as she looked at him and then stepped inside.

  “Your husband-to-be knows that wasn’t Rath sending a fireball at you because he knew that Rath would be here waiting for you.”

  3: Enter the Dark Lord

  I looked over to Theos as panic warred with desire on my face. I hated that I was wearing my emotions so plainly like that, but there it was. I couldn’t help it. I was thrust back to memories of Rath walking into a room not too dissimilar from the one we were in. Of that rakish smile. Of those broad shoulders that promised an incredible body under his perfectly tailored uniform.

  “What is he talking about?” I asked.

  Rath moved to a table and waved a hand. A glass of wine appeared seemingly out of nowhere. I blinked. I didn’t know he was able to do that. He always had one of his minions bring up a glass of wine when I was his captive.

  “What he is talking about,” Rath said, that smile never leaving his face. “Is simply that Theos here knew I would be in this tower because that is precisely how we planned it. Do you like my diversion?”

  I felt lightheaded. I felt like I was in very real danger of swooning. I felt like I needed to reach out and slap Theos for this betrayal, but at the same time I wasn’t entirely sure that it was a betrayal. No, it felt more like it was my body that was doing the betraying from the way my pulse was quickening, my breath was picking up, and go
ose bumps were rising on my skin.

  I might be acting offended, but my body very much wanted Rath to remain in here with us. Damn it. This was all supposed to be fantasy. This was supposed to be a fun little game that I played with Theos to get him going. It wasn’t supposed to be reality, and yet here it was and I wasn’t saying no.

  “Why?” I asked.

  I figured that Theos would answer since I looked up at him. I made it obvious that he was the one I wanted answers from. But of course Rath couldn’t let a question like that go. Of course he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to be the center of attention. It was one of his personality traits that was infuriating even as it intrigued me.

  Damn him.

  “That’s also simple enough,” Rath said. He took a sip of the wine he’d created when it became obvious that we weren’t going to be drinking anything that he’d created. “I had to come and give you your wedding present, of course.”

  Theos licked his lips as he looked down at me. As his eyes ran up and down my body. It always sent a thrill running through me when he looked at me like that, and no less so now even though I shouldn’t be feeling arousal at this of all times.

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about what we talked about,” he said. “About your captivity. About how I kept thinking that I was disappointed I rescued you when I did. Before anything could happen.”

  Rath raised his wine glass in salute before taking another sip. “Trust me Theos, you’re not the only one in this room who has that regret.”

  “No, you certainly aren’t,” I said. Rath smiled as I gave away that I was disappointed at my early rescue almost as much as he and Theos seemed to be. It was as much as acknowledging that I was turned on by where this was going. That I wanted to explore it as much as they were.

  It felt wrong that I would be a willing participant in whatever it was these two had planned between them, something that I never in a thousand years would have expected from Theos. He’d actually let Rath in here. That was the only explanation for why he would suddenly appear in this tower of all places. It was the only way he could be here.

  Rath was powerful. Rath was wily. But he wasn’t powerful or wily enough to get around some of the failsafes that were in place in this tower. No, if he was here then that meant one thing: Theos very much wanted him to be here.

  I wondered if he wanted Rath in here as much as I did? Still, I had a role to play in this little forbidden scenario.

  “So what now?” I asked. “Am I just a plaything to be thrown around for your pleasure?”

  I felt my nipples straining against the tight material of my dress and I knew it was painfully obvious to everyone in the room exactly how turned on I was by that thought. Once more I hated that it was something that aroused me so. I hated that I was actually thrilled at the idea of Theos sharing me like this, but at the same time I couldn’t deny how hot it was.

  Rath smiled again and put his wine down. Then to my surprise it seemed as though he was right in front of me. I gasped and resisted every instinct in my body that was screaming at me to take a step back. Both because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction and because I didn’t want to take a step away from him.

  He reached out and ran a finger along my cheek. Involuntarily I squeezed my eyes shut and reveled in that touch. It was a touch that I’d wanted so many times while I was his captive but frustratingly he’d never taken the opportunity despite having me under his complete control for the better part of several months.

  “A plaything to do with as I please?” Rath said, one of his fingers tapping thoughtfully against his chin even as I thought about how wonderful it would feel to have that very same finger running along my body like he just had with my cheek. Any part of my body. I didn’t particularly care what he did as long as he was touching me. I yearned for his touch. Needed it.

  Damn it. What was wrong with me? Why was I letting myself get carried away like this? Why was I standing here in the middle of a supposedly impregnable tower fortress thinking about how wonderful it would be to have my husband-to-be’s worst enemy taking me right in front of him?

  Of course looking over at Theos it seemed that he was very much thinking the same thing in the moment. I looked over to him and he licked his lips. Smiled an uncertain smile that I’m sure was supposed to be reassuring but instead it just highlighted how this moment had very quickly spiraled out of control. It certainly didn’t look like Theos was in control any longer even if he was the one who’d initiated this forbidden scenario.

  I still couldn’t believe him. I couldn’t believe that he would let his worst enemy into the castle like that, and in the middle of an attack no less! And yet as I looked at him, as I looked down to his pants which were obviously straining from his cock pressing against them, it was pretty damn obvious why he’d done this. He was a slave to his desires and there wasn’t anything that was going to stop him.

  Of course as I looked over to Rath, as I saw the way his eyes ran up and down my body once more, I realized that I was a slave as well. Sure I was a slave to my desires in some small way, but more than anything it was achingly obvious that I was a slave to Rath’s desires, and there wasn’t anything that was going to stop him.

  “Actually I think I quite like the idea of finally having you for my plaything, Ainya,” Rath said, once more his laugh washing over my body and sending a thrill running through me. “Besides, I have to admit that I’ve always been drawn to the allure of a woman who was well and truly spoken for.”

  “But I’m not married yet,” I said. Then I blinked. Seriously? All the things I could say in the moment and that’s what popped out of my mouth?

  Rath chuckled again. He moved in closer, his body pressing against mine. I closed my eyes and tried to control the emotions washing over me. Tried to control the arousal that was threatening to overwhelm me. His hand moved to my side and ran up and down. I couldn’t help myself. I shivered.

  “Oh but that’s where you’re wrong,” Rath said. His hand moved up to my chest and there was a gasp as he cupped one of my breasts through my dress. Whether that gasp was from Theos or from me was anyone’s guess. I was too far gone to have any sort of hold on reality.

  “Some might think that the contract is the real draw,” he said. “That taking a woman from a man after she’s said her vows pledging to him for the rest of their lives is the real pleasure. I know better than this though.”

  Dear gods above he was driving me wild. Feeling him so close, feeling the promise that had been threatening the entire time I was in his captivity finally coming to reality in the last place I would have expected it was almost causing a break from reality. The only thing that was keeping me anchored in the moment was his voice caressing my ears even as his hands continued caressing my body.

  “That’s not the true measure of taking a woman who is taken though. No, the real pleasure is in taking a woman who has given herself over completely to another man. In severing that unbreakable bond, if only for a moment. Actually going through with your wedding? That’s just a trifling contract…”

  His hand moved up to my cheek once more. I have to admit that I found myself almost wishing that he would return his attentions to my breasts. To my nipples which were aching for his touch. Which were aching for any sort of contact. Only he used his hold on my cheek to pull me closer.

  “No, the real joy is in taking what is taken,” he said. “And I fully intend to take what I want. As my wedding gift to you, of course.”

  And with that he leaned down and his lips pressed into mine. It wasn’t a hesitant kiss or anything like that. No, this was the kiss of a man who was taking what he wanted, and in that moment as I felt electric fire running through my body I wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted.

  So what if I was taken? If Theos wasn’t going to stop him then I was going to give in and enjoy this fantasy as much as everyone else in the room seemed to be enjoying it!

  4: A Wedding Gift

 
; My mouth was dry. I licked my lips as I watched him running his hands all over Ainya. As I finally saw every fantasy that had been running through my head ever since I rescued Ainya from Rath’s fortress started to come true right in front of me.

  This was crazy. This was insane. It was crazy when Ainya started telling me about Rath coming into her room every night to share a meal with her. A meal that always seemed to promise so much more, and yet at the same time he always seemed to be on his best behavior.

  It was crazy when I found myself thinking about Rath being on his best behavior. When I started getting aroused at the thought of him being on less than his best behavior which was what I usually saw when I was dealing with him.

  It was crazy when I found myself admitting to Ainya the strange thoughts that were running through my head when I thought of her and Rath together alone in a room like that. How I almost found myself hoping that something more had happened.

  It was crazy when Ainya admitted that she felt the same way. When she admitted there was a part of her that had wanted him to press his advantage even though it was so wrong. That there was a part of her that was still aroused when she thought of him towering over her and having his way with her, and let me tell you her admitting that was enough to more than catch my interest!

  In short, everything that had to do with this forbidden desire to see the resident dark lord fulfill his deepest darkest desire was insane. Sending a message to him that probably resulted in this attack was insane. Lowering the defenses on the one place in the entire kingdom that was supposed to be impregnable and inviolable was definitely insane.

  And now that all of that insanity was coming crashing down on me, now that I was face to face with the strangely compelling reality that had just been a fantasy up until this moment, I felt an emotion that I wouldn’t have expected.

  Panic.

  Pure, unadulterated, panic. Panic at seeing another man getting that close to Ainya. Panic at seeing Rath standing before me with his hands running up and down her body. Sure it was also making my cock strain painfully against my pants and that desire was warring with the panic, but for the moment panic and sheer disbelief that this was actually happening was winning out over that desire.