Raffe the Rake is a bisexual swordsman always seeking out new adventures. He's also the prodigal son and heir apparent of a terrible minor piece of land in the north. He prefers his adventures to be in bedrooms and bordellos. When he gets mixed up in a complex political scheme of the Queen of Ashton, Raffe finds his choice of sexual partners greatly expanded, but finds more risks to his life as well.

This is a 55,000 word story intended for adult audiences. Originally published in five parts. WARNING! ADULT READERS ONLY This is story contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. It focuses on group sex, threesome sex, gay sex, lesbian sex, sex between secretive partners and most other permutations of men and women, partner swapping and sharing, along with other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy. 

 

All characters are 18 or older. Excerpt:

"If you're looking for a lover, you won't find one in a bordello," she told him after they were done.

 

Arching an eyebrow at her, he asked, "Whatever do you mean?"

 

"Most men visit here looking for one thing and leave. They don't care about what happens to the whore. You do. You're looking for a lover."

 

Raffe affected an offended tone and gently rested his hand on his chest, as if struck by a blow. "You wound me, my lady. Anyone who joins me in bed is entirely deserving of the gift of the goddess which I can only assist them with."

 

"I think you don't understand the value of the ducats you throw around every time you come to Lady Bellechose's," she said sharply.

 

"I don't think you actually know that Lady Bellechose isn't a lady of noble breeding," replied Raffe.