Rachelle’s Readiness: Part Three of The Palace

The murders at court seem to have abated, but Roderick now finds himself next in line for the throne while still needing to impregnate his wife while his mistress heads steadily toward the birth of his first child. Meanwhile, there are many secrets in the palace. A royal princess has a lover and indulges in a hidden kink. A royal cousin indulges in all manner of sexual perversions, going so far as to draw Roderick into his degenerate games.

And the murderer of the aristos is revealed…

This is a 10,000 word story intended for adult audiences. Part three of four.

WARNING! ADULT READERS ONLY
This is a 10,000 word erotic novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. It focuses on BDSM, cheating spouses, gay sex, lesbian sex, group sex, bondage, and sexual torture, other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy, along with unusual levels of violence for an erotica novel.

All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

Because he was exhausted from the petty squabbles of the court, it was no surprise that Roderick didn’t hear the door open. Once Oliver spoke, however, Roderick was immediately awake.

“If I was an assassin, you’d be dead,” his cousin said from the end of the bed where he stood.

Roderick sat bolt upright in his bed. He glanced over at the open door. A faint breeze came from the passage. The door was normally well-hidden only a few knew the way into his apartments.

“These passages aren’t so secret,” said Oliver as he rested a thigh on the edge of the bed, casually half-seating himself. “You and I knew about them when we were children. How many other people know? A handful? A dozen? Dozen? Maybe a few hundred?” He sighed. “Anyway, they’re better used for conducting clandestine trysts with lovers than assassins stalking their prey.” He paused and smiled. “Speaking of which…would you like to have a clandestine tryst with a lover?”

Roderick flopped back on the bed. “I have a pregnant mistress and a barren wife. I don’t need a lover, especially not my cousin.”

The prince’s pronouncement made Oliver chuckle. “While I’m certainly open to almost anything, I’m not offering myself. I have a young lady in my entourage who would like to meet your acquaintance.”

The prince said nothing, but just sighed deeply.

“Or a young man if you wish,” Oliver added with amusement.

“You came to my bedroom to offer me a whore?” Roderick asked.

“First…no. Second…yes. Not a whore. I only keep the finest of lovers in my traveling circus. And I did come to make an offer to get you laid. You look like you need it.”

“I’m exhausted.”

“They’ll do all the work.”