The Duke's Dilemma: Regency Romance Menage Short Stories

by Lacoste, G. G.

  The guard left the room, apologizing for coming in and bothering them with this bad news. Harold waved him away, and looked over at Priscilla. “You saw him looking at you right?” He smirked again.

  “Yes of course my dear.” She answered.

  “So you know he will be plowing into you sometime soon. I don’t think I will have any problem talking him into it.” Harold laughed at the shocked look on Priscilla’s face at his directness.

  “As you wish my Lord.” She said bowing her head in a display of respect.

  “Well I guess our maid will have to wait for another session of sex, perhaps after the meeting, and we decide what must be done.” Harold started to get up from the bed.

  Grabbing his arm Priscilla held him down. “Isn’t it a bit odd that you had that dream of being in the forest last night?”

  He looked perplexed for a second. “What do you mean?”

  “I had the same dream, but I don’t think it’s a dream.” She stammered.

  “What? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

  “Well obviously I was busy having my brains screwed out by you all morning.” She stated the obvious.

  He laughed, he couldn’t help it. It was true they had some amazing sex this morning, and after they had fallen asleep quickly. Then it flashed in his mind the odd look he had seen in her eyes for a minute while she had been on top this morning. “So you think the lady was right?” He asked, talking about a fortune teller they had talked to this past weekend while away.

  “I don’t know, it seems really odd.”

  “But an animal. And if you remember she stated that it would take a special key to unlock that bit of us.” He said.

  “How do you know she wasn’t talking about a person, not a key?” Priscilla questioned. Thinking of the maid they had used for sex the night before.

  “Oh wow.” It hit him like a ton of bricks. “You really think so?” He queried.

  “Maybe, it makes sense now. What will we do?”

  The old hag, they had met along the street, she was peddling the telling of fortunes. Both Harold and Priscilla wanted to to hear what was awaiting them, so they followed her into her tent.

  “She did say there was a way to keep it under control if you remember.”

  “Can we honestly do that though?” She asked, a serious look in her eyes.

  “If we don’t want to have to run off into the woods and live there forever, I don’t think we have a choice.”

  “How many of them?”

  “How many do we need to run the kingdom?” He asked looking at her intently.

  She sat back and pondered at the old woman’s words once again. “There will be a lot of bloodshed in your near future, if the key is found. Be careful, make the right choices. If you turn enough to be the same, then you will be safe. If instead you try and control it, it will take you over, and there will be no way to go back to the way it once was, never.” She had hacked on the hookah smoke she had just inhaled.

  “How do we turn enough? What are you talking about? I don’t get it?” Harold had rattled off, after the old withered hag had stopped coughing.

  “You are a werebear, did you not know this? Your parents had to have told you, or perhaps they raised you with the talisman in place. This would have stopped the instincts of your true nature at the beginning. But as you grow older these talisman won’t always work. I can smell the sickness in you, and her as well.” She had pointed at Priscilla, her crooked finger shaking.

  “No you must be sick, there are no such things as those anymore, the last of their kind was killed off years ago.” Harold had stated confidently.

  “How do we turn them?” Priscilla had piped in, not so sure that Harold was correct, the old hag seemed quite knowledgeable, and she had remembered her parents once placing some sort of necklace around her neck, telling her that this would protect her. At that time she had thought from outside forces, not herself.

  “Ah, you must have sex with them. You must orgasm inside of them, and possible nibble a bit on their necks, draw just a little blood.” She had stood up, moving closer to both of them at that time and sniffed them, and backed off quickly. “No, it’s strong in you, just sex will have them soon changed, but only if this key is first found, my mind’s eye tells me it will soon be located though. I am very sorry to tell you this, but your true nature will no longer be hidden. Even without the key, the fact that you both are the same, sooner or later it will come out, it is too strong to stay hidden. You don’t wear the necklace anymore do you?” She had said at that moment, out of the blue, looking directly at Priscilla, who was shocked.

  “How, how did you know about that?” She had stammered.

  “It was a gift to your parents, I gave them on the day of your birth. They had approached me, wanted to keep you safe, and the beast at bay. How long have you not worn it now?” The hag had queried.

  “I lost it about 3 years ago now.”

  “That explains a lot. Beware, it won’t be long, either the key, depending on your steps, or just the combination of both of you, it will soon happen. Please take heed of my warnings. If you want to live in this world, you will have to turn enough of them, you will as a pack, hunt out the creatures of the night, instead of the humans of the village at that point. Werebear will not snack on other werebear.” She explained quite clearly the choices they had.

  Priscilla shook her head, coming back to the present. “I had a feeling she was right, I had hoped it was just a bad dream though.” She looked at Harold seriously.

  “Well dear, I don’t think we have much choice. I don’t want to give up my kingdom, and I surely don’t want to make you always be on the run. I don’t know if it was the girl, or just as she said, our natures bringing it out in each other, but we must begin our work.”

  “Yes my lord, as you wish.” Priscilla agreed, she didn’t really want to have to run away, give up the conveniences of what they enjoyed on a daily basis. But there were some people she couldn’t see herself having sex with, so it was as if she must admit that they would be dead soon, if they didn’t run off.

  “Do you think the girl changed last night?” He asked her.

  “I think so, I remember seeing you and another one.” Priscilla finally had to admit it hadn’t been a dream, running in the woods and she remembered killing a few people. The flesh had been quite tasty, but it wasn’t something she knew she had to have. “Let’s get to work, please. I don’t want to do that again.”

  “I know.” He admitted.

  Harold got dressed and went to locate the guard who had told him the news. “Can you tell me how many villagers we have currently Thomas?” Harold had asked. As he opened the door they saw Priscilla standing nude, caught off guard at the entrance of the two men.

  Thomas was caught quite off guard and couldn’t keep his eyes off of Priscilla as he tried to stammer out his reply. “I think about 100 right now my lord.”

  “Oh I’m so sorry.” Priscilla had retreated to the bed chamber.

  “No come here my dear.” Harold had ordered her back to the room.

  Priscilla came back to the room, still naked. Standing there in front of the guard, Thomas, she could clearly see he was quite excited, and from the looks of it, he was packing quite a bit of meat!

  “Get undressed and screw my wife, no I want you to lick her first.” Harold ordered the guard. Thomas really didn’t need to be ordered, he was more than willing to fuck the Duke’s wife, she was hot, he went down between her legs, licking, and tasting the telltale signs of a mixture of the women and man who had already mated early. Thus the cycle of changing several of the villagers to werebear began.

  Thomas wasn’t as good with his tongue as Harold, but he soon had Priscilla moaning in an orgasm. As that was taking place, the maid knocked on the door, and was invited in. Now was the best time of any to break her into group sex. After all, it was sure that with werebear’s all living in the same area, there would be quite a few nights where th
ey would be caught in the throes of a passionate mood and anyone who was near would be their newest conquest.

  The maid was quite wet as Harold placed his fingers into her. “Watch them.” He said to her. “I’m going to have you do what he is doing here in a second. You get to taste your first pussy today.” He whispered and licked her ear. She looked at him, and he saw the telltale flash of the pupils change that let him know she was now one of them.

  THE END

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  The Rogue Duke

  Regency Romance

  By: G.G. Lacoste

  The Rogue Duke

  The Duke, the Duchess and the Maid.

  Chapter 1

  Ruthin Castle and the surrounding grounds was a beautiful part of the United Kingdom, lush and green with plenty of clean air to breath. It was also an area where there was a huge increase in the population at this time. People in that area were always happy. Travelers through the area enjoyed their stays, and many had even moved to that location permanently after passing through once.

  Why was this area so popular and happy? Let us take a closer look at the town at that time. The Lord of the land was Duke Harold McGuire and his wife the Duchess Priscilla. They were both known as kind people one’s who would have done anything for anyone. Often either the Duke or Duchess would have been seen helping their villagers in the fields and getting the harvest in for the year before it went bad.

  All the people seemed to have a very close relationship with one another. When you Looked at Duke Harold, you could tell that he was a strapping man, tall, dark hair, and very muscular. He exuded sexual vitality and much more. By his side was the Duchess Priscilla, a lovely lady, petite at only 5’ 4” tall, with red hair. She looked up at her husband. “I love you dear.”

  “I love you too.” Harold responded.

  “I want to jump you.” Priscilla looked squarely at Harold.

  “Oh!” He played surprised well. But he pulled her into a shop they were walking by and went to the back room and passed the owner as they went by. Harold waved good morning, not saying a word. The owner laughed like he knew just what was going on, like it was a normal happening.

  Harold kissed Priscilla deeply, pushing his tongue in to meet and tangle with hers. The kiss was deep and intimate; they didn’t even notice the shop owner standing in the doorway watching.

  Priscilla went down and lowered his trousers to his knees, taking his hard member in her mouth. Sucking vigorously, licking the tip to suck up the pre-cum that dripped out. “You taste wonderful my dear.” She smiled.

  He pushed her over some boxes that were in the corner, lifting up her dress. He saw that she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. “You came prepared my love!” He laughed, pushing deeply inside of her in one thrust.

  “Oh yes.” She screamed because his girth filled her up nicely.

  The storeowner watched now quite intently, his dick out and in his hand as he stroked it. He had a perfect view of the action. He could see the Duchess’s naked pussy and see the Duke pushing in and out of her.

  “Would you like to try some?” Harold turned to ask him.

  The man was quite shocked. Although he had done nothing to hide he had really thought the couple was so deeply into what they were doing that they hadn’t noticed him.

  The man of about forty years shook his head, yes. Harold looked at his dick. It was longer and quite skinny. He would fit nicely in Priscilla’s ass.

  “Dear, I want you to sit on me, and this man here is going to fuck you in the ass.” Harold said.

  Priscilla moved, and let Harold get below her, she lowered herself onto his cock, making sure her ass was sticking out enough to allow the store owner access.

  The man spit into his hand and rubbed the spit on her asshole. He slowly inserted his dick into her a bit at a time. Harold meanwhile was fucking her like crazy, Priscilla felt a bit of pressure from the other cock as it entered her. But she was so close to an orgasm that she didn’t care.

  She was soon being fucked in both holes. Her husband was loved the look that he saw on the man’s face. It was one of fascination. He had watched them plenty of times before when they had stopped by his shop in the morning. Both Harold and Priscilla had always acted like they hadn’t seen him watching. But today when they went out, they had decided to let the man join in. He was a newer member to the community, and they weren’t sure who was taking care of him, if anyone. So why not, they both loved sex, and having an extra partner involved was not a problem for either Priscilla or Harold.

  Harold watched as the man’s face tensed, he could tell the man was getting closer to filling up Priscilla’s ass. So Harold sped up his own rhythm because he wanted them all to orgasm at the same time. As he began pumping harder, he heard the telltale breathing that Priscilla was getting very close to her plateau as well.

  The man in back moaned as he released a load, as Harold tensed and shot a load into Priscilla’s pussy. The double orgasm inside of her sent her over the edge as she screamed in a hard orgasm. She rocked back on both of their cocks, making her orgasm that much stronger.

  After they finished, the man smiled broadly. “I’m sorry if I interrupted. But when you guys came in here, well it was so exciting! You always fuck like rabbits.” He laughed.

  “We’ve seen you before.” Priscilla kissed him on the lips. “Maybe we will see you tomorrow!”

  “Looking forward to it.” The man said, as he pulled up his pants.

  The Duke and Duchess adjusted their clothing and went back about their walk of the village.

  Chapter 2

  As they walked through the village, many people stopped and waved at them. You could tell they were loved by all. The Duke ran a good estate, and made sure that all his people were always fed and happy. One would have noticed though that everyone had a huge smile on his or her face.

  “Hey, do you want to stop over for lunch?” A girl of about twenty shouted out to the Duke and Duchess. “I have a special dessert!”

  The Duke looked at his wife, she nodded her head in response. “Sure. Thanks Cynthia.” Cynthia was their maid at the manor and a good friend.

  “What’s for dessert?” The Duchess couldn’t wait to know.

  “Just wait, it is a surprise!” Cynthia said as she smiled largely.

  Harold and Priscilla walked into the tiny house. Though it was peppered with tiny the decorations on the inside that showed the maid was well off. She could have had a larger house. The Duke had offered to build a bigger one for her. But the truth was that Cynthia liked the smaller house and it was much easier to keep clean.

  “Sit, sit please.” Cynthia said to her guests.

  She went into the kitchen and brought out a big turkey. It must have just finished cooking, the steam rising off of it smelled wonderful. It looked nice and golden brown. Both of their mouths began to water at the huge bird, it looked wonderful! Cynthia went and brought out a few more dishes.

  “Will you please cut the bird?” She asked, handing the knife to the Duke.

  “Of course.” He did so gladly. Slicing off pieces for all of them.

  “This is delicious.” The Duchess said.

  “Thank you.” Replied Cynthia.

  “I’m wondering what dessert is after this delicious meal?” The Duke tried to find out again.


  “Oh it will be done in a few minutes!” Cynthia had a huge smile on her face.

  The Duke knew she was up to something; he just wasn’t sure exactly what it was.

  Cynthia cleared the table off, and was in the kitchen for a while longer. The Duke and Duchess looked at each other very intrigued by what was taking their hostess so long, and just what was this special dessert that she had promised them?

  She came back out, wearing nothing, and following her were the two twins from the stable, and another younger girl. “Here we are, your dessert!”

  Harold and the Duchess looked around at the group of people in front of them. They were all good looking, and the smell of sex in the air was already strong.

  Priscilla looked at the twins, as they were both strapping men. Their muscles rippled as they moved, she had never had either of them yet. She had often looked at them when they passed by the stables. Cynthia had told her about them before, exclaiming that they were two of the best times she’d ever had sex with anyone before.

  The Duchess licked her lips, excited to be able to try something new. The twins had made their way over to her. “Hello my lady.” They both bowed. “We are here to do your bidding.” They said together.

  “Oh, I think I’m going to enjoy my dessert quite a bit!” She smiled, thinking what all she would love them to do.

  On the other side of the table, Cynthia and the other girl had approached the Duke. “We are your sex slaves for the afternoon. Have us do what you want!”

  “Very good dessert Cynthia!” The Duke said, grabbing the young girl and playing with her breasts. They were pert little things, mounds that would fit perfectly into his mouth. He covered one of them and bit the nipple. The girl screamed a bit.