A/N: Its been a long time since I've wrote anything for fun, I had an idea and i just ran with it. I'll update Bi-weekly. Also I am also still working on my Alice story too for those who were reading it. please R&R.
Prologue -
Nothing feels as good as forbidden sex, it's human nature to breed and want what we can't have. In my case it was my brother-in-law - I'd spend hours pretending to read books in the huge manor library so I could watch him train his body under the hot summers sun, he couldn't see me watching him with hungry eyes and neither could my husband. I'd have an immersive world in my lap but i'd prefer to get lost in my own. Epic adventures, monumentus monsters, fairytale fiends, villains and of course hot unrelenting sex - I'd become bothered just imagining his body on mine, taking control of my every nerve making me feel sensations my husband just couldn't. My own fantasies had made sex with my husband bland and he'd reach some cataclysmic climax that'd make me jealous, I wanted what my husband had. For him sex with me seemed to be his drug, he couldn't keep his hands off of me, so I began to avoid him. Imaging him as his brother just didn't do it for me anymore, I wanted the real man, I craved his touch. My fantasies had deeply ingrained my desire for him within me, I couldn't dislodge them even if I had wanted to and I didn't want to. So I began to slowly ingratiate myself with him, I wanted to re-enact all my fantasies or at least the ones that were in the realms of possibility - Dragons don't exist and neither do pirates who traverse the skies - What I didn't want from him was to fall in love or have him fall in love with me.
Yet, that's exactly what I got. Other than being physically attracted to him I became emotionally attracted. He could make me giggle like a love-sick girl with almost no effort used and fits of full-blown laughter when did, His mischievous boyish grin would set my heart racing and when he would look at me with those sharp blue eyes i'd feel a warmth spread within me that was completely new to anything i'd ever felt before. Soon after my afternoons were no longer spent shut up in the library daydreaming about sex but out in the sun making daisy chains with me kid sister-in-law - sitting close by where he would rigorously carve his muscles into fighting shape. i'd catch his eyes on me, sending the butterflies in my stomach into a flurry. Sometimes i'd pretend I didn't notice that way he wouldn't found out that i'd be watching him as much as he'd watch me. I had never tried to fight my feelings, despite having no intention to fall in love, for him; not when we first met and he made my cheeks flush or when he kissed my hand at his brothers wedding and made my skin tickle or when I was reading a particular heavy romance and his face entered my mind as the hero did the heroine.
I'd never realised how unhappy I was in my marriage until one particular night, at this point I had already fallen for him, My husband and I had gotten into a fight over something so small and insignificant that I couldn't recall the reason we were fighting if I was paid. We had argued before, at that time we seemed to be arguing a lot - I'd stopped letting him touch me altogether by then and he had reacted horribly to it: violent outbursts, short temper and reportedly lack of concentration. I should have cared more but I didn't - I was heavily pregnant and my husband was about to be an uncle - enraged he had thrown me to the floor and like that the baby came.
A girl, I named her Da after my father. Being born early had caused her to be small and frail - everyday of her first year was a fight for survival. But she was strong how could she not be? all the males in my family had been warriors and so was her father, as small as she looked she had the heart of a champion. my husband knew she wasn't his, Da had blue eyes and pitch black hair - she was far too intelligent and brave - but he maintained that she was, his pride wouldn't allow the world to know that I had been unfaithful with his younger brother. I carried on my affair and he carried on pretending.
Then three years later I had another child, Xiao - Da had chosen the name because she was so little. unlike Da, Xiao was born on time with green eyes like me and brown hair like her father. She was kind and gentle with a temper that could shake castles.
By the time Xiao was four my husband had had enough, he couldn't stand the shame anymore. people began to whisper about my daughters, they were far too similar to their "Uncle" - who had played a large part in raising them, It would drive my husband into fits of rage - he hated my girls but he hated his brothers involvement in their lives more - Xiao feared him, Da didn't. I should have feared him more, his temper more.