The Lord's Wife is His Mistress

Disclaimers:

This is not historically accurate - if you're a historian or a Regency/Victorian era aficionado, sorry, just go with the flow. All family names are made up so if there's any real ones out there that's on accident. For info, for the location I was thinking of something like Floors Castle in the Scottish Borders but feel free to imagine any other castle you like better. It's really only for atmosphere, not for any historical accuracy.

I used British English spelling for added flair, so the '-sing' and '-ou-' instead of '-zing' and '-o-' spellings etc are intentional, not mistakes.

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He was not keen on having a wife and a mistress. It sounded miserable. It sounded like a lot of work. He thought that some of his peers must have too much time on their hands, as he thought of the logistics of having a wifeanda mistress. Why bother having the two? Some seemed to think that wives should be nothing but genteel broodmares, providing heirs to their venerable bloodlines but used mistresses for their baser needs.

Alaric knew he had a very sexual nature. He wanted to indulge more than just once a week with a wife to beget an heir and a spare. So he thought, why not get a wife that he would treat like a mistress.

He was 37, so well above an age where he should have bothered with an heir (and a wife), but he'd been too preoccupied saving his family's fortune and his lands after his useless father had squandered it all away gambling and letting those estates he hadn't sold off fall into disrepair. It had taken a fortunate riding accident that had killed his father, and fifteen years of hard work dedicated to his legacy to turn fortunes around to where he now had the time to think of something else.

So now Alaric realised he probably needed a wife.

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind, when the mamas of thetonseemed to catch his scent, like hounds loosed upon a fresh trail, keen-eyed, relentless, and ready to run their quarry to ground. He thought they might have keener instincts than his hunting hounds.

It was boring. The chits were boring. All were mostly pretty. But not a one could hold his gaze or hold a conversation when dancing, either too shy or too stupid.

Alaric had nearly given up after a season of useless searching when he did a favour for his sister and let her use his Scottish estate to throw an autumn ball for the nobility. Why she needed specifically his estate was still a puzzle to him. Her husband had equally big estates at his disposal not far away and he thought the stress of the ball and guests, some of whom were staying at his manor house, would not be good for her in her expanding condition. Every time he saw her thickening middle and her husband grasp for her he had to rein in his thoughts. De Marleford was a good friend but still it was his little sister. This would be their sixth spawn, coming quite a few years after the last one. But something about it coming so much later than her others had rubbed thetonwrong so his sister had not been invited to a lot ofsoireesin London, hence why she was organising her own and using the 'exotic' location of his Scottish castle estate to get some adventurous nobility to come and appease her craving for some social exchanges.

Then he met her. Her father was barely a lord by today's standards, but it was an old line that could trace its family lineage back to the Norman Conquest. She was young, eighteen, barely, and she hadn't even been introduced to society yet as her father didn't have the funds for a proper coming out but her name -- Seraphine -- paid toll to her ancient blood.

She was shy, he thought at first, but she was pretty with her light brown hair that leaned red in the sun, her pearly white skin with those stark grey/blue eyes were striking. But what made her stand out to him was her walk, strangely enough. The first he saw of her was her walking away from him. She was petite but her hips were nicely rounded so when she walked, her hips swayed like a metronome. It was hypnotic and he followed the swing of her arse walking away from him as if in a trance.

He hurried after her until he could see her face as she joined her family. He knew her father, who was a grounded sort. He had to be, considering his family's situation. They had sold off most of their land, only keeping an ancient, crumbling castle. But that didn't matter. He had enough money now it would hold another few generations and it would still be difficult for an idiot to squander it away.

Her face was comely, and her hair shone in the autumn sunlight like fire. He hoped that was enough.

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He found her that night in his library by pure chance, many of the guests staying in his castle for the week.

She was in a night shift with a woollen cover haphazardly swept around her shoulders to keep away the worst of the chill in the room as the fire was not lit.

She looked like a deer in headlights.

They'd been introduced that very day. He had made sure of it.

He raised a brow at her but didn't say anything else, walking past her sitting in the armchair to walk to the bookcase finding what he was looking for.

She still hadn't moved.

"I assume you were looking for a night read as well?" he asked distractedly, not discussing the impropriety of finding her here, alone, in her current state.

"Yes," she said haltingly.

"Did you find anything of interest in my library?"

She held up the book hesitantly and he saw the cover.

He smirked.

"You know Ancient Greek?"

He shuffled some books, not looking back at her. He knew she was shy but he wanted to hear her talk more. Wanted to see a bit of her mettle. See if she would suit. Maybe she was not what he was looking for after all.

"I enjoy the rhythm of the language."

She near whispered.

That gave him an idea.

He knew he had something... he shuffled some books around, before remembering, where he saw it last. He moved over to another shelf, not bothering with the ladder but taking an ottoman and stepping on it to reach for the thin-bound book and took it to her.

"Read it and let me know how you enjoy the iambic pentameter."

"Archilochus?"

"He was a great adventurer, writing about his life as a soldier, mercenary and seafarer." And also his sexual exploits, but he wasn't going to tell her that in advance.

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He saw her the next night back in his library, though they hadn't scheduled a time or place to meet. She sat further forward, his book tightly held on her lap.

"How did you find your reading?" he asked, once again facing away from her though glancing at her from the corner of his eye, while he was pretending to look for another book.

"The iambic pentameter was enjoyable indeed," she whispered.

"I'm glad you found enjoyment...in the iambic meter."

He knew the book had plenty of dirty meters about Archilochus's experiences as a lover, describing the act in poetic and often graphic detail.

"How is your Latin?"

He thought her knowing Ancient Greek at such a young age should mean she would know some Latin as well.

"It is passable."

He had only spoken a few sentences with her and he already knew that that would mean she was more than just passable in the language.

He smirked and went to another collection, this one at the very bottom. He hovered on his knees, knowing the position would highlight his backside. He hoped she found the same enjoyment in his arse as he did hers.

He grabbed for the book looking at the innocuous cover. He doubted himself for just a moment but he needed to know if this was too much.

He walked over to her, closer than he did yesterday before handing over the thin booklet.

"It is in Latin with an Ancient Greek translation though I have to say I found the Greek translation somewhat lacking. I hope you find enjoyment in the ... variety."

"The Priapeia."

He nodded.

"About the god Priapus?"

If she knew her Classics, she would know who the god was.

He nodded again.

She slowly took the book in her elegant hands and he smirked to himself.

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He found her the next night in the library again.

"What did you think?"

"It was... enlightening."

He smirked. He had found her glancing at his cock during the day. His cock had tried to preen like a peacock, trying to make sure to present itself for her. She glanced at him again, her eyes slowly whispering over his middle and he could feel himself swelling for her again and he hoped she received enjoyment out of that after her 'light' reading.

"Do you know why I gave you the reading?"

He was keen on honesty. He had no time to be subtle. She was young and shy but he had found her intelligent, entirely practical, from an old, noble, if somewhat fallen down on its luck house. She was pretty, if maybe not beautiful - she was too earthy for that. Her generous arse and tits on her small frame with her plush lips kept her from adhering to the willowy ethereal beauty standards of the day but any man would look to her first to sate his lust.

She glanced at his face before looking away, "They say you are looking for a wife." See, intelligent. And also direct. His decision was becoming firmer and firmer. Like his cock.

"Indeed, I am. However, I have very precise specifications."

She raised a brow and it made him nearly chuckle at the elegant movement. Yes, yes he thought, she would do.

"I am in need of a wife who will give me heirs, of course. I'm also looking for a wife who will fulfil all my needs," he whispered further.

"Needs like those in your books?" she asked sharply.

"And more."

"More?"

"Yes...more. Are you interested in the position?"

And indeed, it turned out she was. She looked at him and nodded her head slightly.

"We will need to test our compatibility, of course," he declared.

She made an inquiring noise.

He was near certain she was an innocent. Alaric knew he wasn't a lover for untried girls. Nonetheless, nothing much would stop him from this course of action anymore.

He stepped toward her and was gladdened to see her looking at him with curiosity rather than with maidenly fear. He extended a hand toward her, which she took with barely any hesitance. Her hand in his fit well. Alaric pulled her up gently. Seraphine was small. Her head at the level of his chest, though her body provided a lush counter to his hard one.

He took his pointer finger and hooked it under her chin, lifting her head towards his. Her lips separated as if instinctually she knew what was coming. His cock jerked in his trews at the natural sensuality she displayed.

He let his thumb land on her chin gently holding her before he leaned down to her lips. He saw her eyes get big before his lips touched hers and he saw them flutter closed. Her lips were slightly open and he very much took that opening, nudging her lips open further to let his tongue explore along her lips. She inhaled sharply at the new sensation and he thought she would have stepped back but his other arm had made its way around her waist, anchoring her to him. His cock was cradled by her lush body.

Slowly, she relaxed again, and when he urged her head to tilt more and he deepened the kiss, his tongue opening her mouth wider, she followed his cue with a sigh.

His arm around her waist wandered down her back until his hand felt the cheek of her beautiful arse through her thin shift, and he knew she didn't have anything on underneath. Alaric grabbed hold of her flesh, tightly, to weigh her bounty. She was all woman.

He pulled her against his middle, her soft curves easily cushioning his hardness, while deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring way beyond what an innocent kiss should be but he needed to know, needed to judge if she was sensual, sexual, compatible with him and his needs. And he was gladdened to know she gave as good as she got as she quickly adapted to the deep kiss, her tongue meeting his in excitement. Her mouth opening wider to his exploration as her hands grasped for his own shift.

Slowly, he collected her shift, pulling it up her legs until it was high enough he could slip his hand under. Her skin was incredibly soft. She flinched, though continued to kiss him. Slowly, he let his hand slide up her bare skin until he reached the juncture of her thighs. He sighed into her mouth when he felt the slick wetness on her cunt lips. He softly pulled on the downy hair over her cunt, collecting some more slick as she shivered before he pulled his hand back.

Then, he lifted his head to see her eyes still closed, her lips red and swollen from their long kiss, glistening, which made him excited to see other bodily fluids on them and her face, her breath coming hard.

It took a moment for her eyes to open before she looked at him in astonishment.

"I expect from my wife honesty, loyalty and passion. I want an enthusiastic lover and an intelligent mother to my children."

She inclined her head, still watching him.

"If this was any indication, I think our arrangement will be quite fruitful," he mentioned, then took his wet fingers and put them in his mouth, tasting her slick sweetness.

The pupils of her eyes dilated. She was perfect.

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After all the boring bits were out of the way, he wanted to make her wedding night at least somewhat pleasurable. He knew he was going to be too impatient to treat her virginity with the care she deserved. He'd never had a virgin. So he gave her laudanum in her tea, knowing the opiate and alcohol mixture would provide her with a fogged mind. It would help calm her nerves, dull any pain and provide a slow and syrupy pleasure. There was time for sharp ecstasy later. It was just to make sure he was able to fuck her open properly that first night. His cock wouldn't be pleasant fare for her initiation.

The first thing he did when he had her completely naked, her body relaxed across their bed, was look at her body. Her skin was pearly white, without any marks. Her breasts were plump, topped with big rosy tips that stood at attention, goose flesh over them.

He pulled the shaving kit that he had prepared closer. He wanted to shave the sparse hair around her quim, preferring to see her defenceless and completely open to him. As he shaved her carefully, her body rolling gently against him, he let his fingers trace along her lush nether lips, getting ever more engorged with blood. Completely innocent, the lips fit perfectly over her entrance to make her tiny quim look even more virginal.

When he was finished with his work, his cock got even harder at seeing her so exposed to him.

Then he slathered his cock with rose oil.

She seemed quite detached, in her own world, her eyes blinking at him sleepily. Her body was loose as he moved her into position, a cushion under her arse to elevate her middle and which let her legs fall open automatically, fully exposing her pretty cunt to him. Like everything else on her, it was ripe and he could see the wetness on her cunt that he had encouraged while he was shaving her. She was ready for her body to swell. Her nude body in the firelight was lavish. Her breasts with their pink tips, plump and perky. The curve of her hips, sumptuous and elegant.

He cupped her cheek and she looked at him, making a soft noise, her eyes distant.

Her slit was dripping by the time he notched his oiled-up knob at her cunt lips.

She sighed as his tip spread her lips apart. Her wetness spreading along his oiled-up tip.

She huffed as he slid deeper.

She mewled as he pushed deeper still and she whined mournfully as he forced his cock past what her small body should be able to accept but what her drugged, relaxed state allowed.

She didn't know. Wouldn't know, really, that her new husband was enormously well endowed and difficult even for an experienced harlot to take.

He came over her, her eyes unfocussed. As he slid his lips over hers, her mouth and tongue tried to follow him sloppily.

She whimpered as he started to move.

He let his weight rest on top of her fully, letting his middle guide their movements, the cushion under her generous arse providing some bounce.

He didn't take it easy on her. He fucked her fully. Deeply. Opening her for his cock.

He wedged his hand between their bodies to provide her with a chance of release and pulled back to see his cockhead drag wetly on her lips, fully saturated with the slick of her, a streak of her virgin's blood on his cock. He rubbed two fingers on her quim's nub to provide her with an orgasm that she would probably not remember while her cunny cleaved to him as he released his seed deep inside her, grunting in relief.

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When he finished inside her, he didn't move until the last of his seed had spewed from him. Eventually he pulled out and moved back from her body, to gentle mewls from her. He looked down to see her bare quim, reddened to an angry colour and swollen, forever changed, now split and forced open. Some seed slipped out of her, despite his best efforts to deposit his spend deep inside her while keeping her middle elevated. He also saw her own female liquid mixed in with her virgin blood smeared over the insides of her legs, her quim. He stared. Then he collected the fluids on his fingers before pushing them back inside her. Deeply.

He followed his fingers with his newly hardened cock, wedging himself back into her wet cunt and then rested there, grinding his cock into the very depths of her ever so often. She would keep his cock inside her during this night, so her cunt could properly mould to his cock, as it should.

He used her multiple times during the night, while the laudanum was still working its way through her and knowing he would need to give her body a rest after this first night. It went to show him that he would indeed want his wife lying next to him, ready for his cock at all times. There were not going to be separate bedrooms, damn society.

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Seraphine had been completely overwhelmed for the month she'd been Alaric's wife. Never could she have imagined the things wives and husbands did in the bedchamber... or other places.

But he had been generous with his tutelage. And she had always been a talented and diligent student.

Her mind had been spinning at his bold and direct approach. She heard his voice during too many times echoing in her mind, "Yes, any configuration you can imagine our bodies to join, we can." "If we are alone and we are not expecting company, I want you to go into a position we can enjoy ourselves in". "You will find positions you enjoy but if you do not know what position you should take, simply lay on your back and spread your legs wide, so I have access to what lies between."

She shivered.

The first time he took her on their wedding night, she barely remembered. She remembered languid heat, stretched fullness and pain but her brain felt woolly when she thought of it.

The next day, her body felt pained, swollen and extremely stiff, so the hot bath waiting for her at the end of the day in their rooms had been a very welcome sight. She had disrobed on her own, shy around a maid still when she had always dressed and undressed on her own, never having had such a luxury, as in her childhood household it had been a privilege only afforded to her cold mother.

She'd barely had opportunity to view her own naked body, mirrors an expensive commodity and what she could see of her body usually was covered quickly by clothes. But she did notice again the absence of the hair between her legs as she disrobed.

Her fingers met smooth skin as she let her fingers glide over it cautiously. She felt disjointed from her body, not recognising it and all that had changed.