The Duke's Dilemma: Regency Romance Menage Short Stories

by Lacoste, G. G.

  Camellia sat across from him in the big couch he used to love. “I’ll say it was.”

  He forced a laugh, although the tension in her beautiful eyes caused his throat to ache with sorrow. “That bad, eh?’

  “Not bad, more chaotic.” She smiled. “How about yourself?

  “Actually,” he said, forcing a false note of enthusiasm into his voice. “My cousin, Duke Ambrose, sent a dispatch rider to inform that he would present himself here in a couple of days. As you would be going to London for a week or so.” He informed Camellia. “Good for you, it will give me plenty to do while you’re in London.” There! He’d done it!

  The Duchess turned pale and took a sip of her drink. “London? Who said anything about going to London?”

  She wasn’t going to face it. He would have to force the issue. “Duke Ambrose, for one. Surely he tried to reach you at the farm?” He could see her mind racing.

  “Oh, Ambrose,” she said casually. “Actually, no, he didn’t reach me. I missed his dispatch rider and he’s off to some place. Nothing important, I’m sure,” she hedged. “I didn’t speak with him; he left a message with Claris.”

  “I’m sure he did, Camellia. Probably the same message he left with me.”

  “With you?” There was fear in her eyes.

  Sir Cedric steeled himself to continue. “Yes, he dropped by a little past nine. He thought he’d catch you before you left since he was leaving on a deer hunt himself.”

  “Yes, well, as I said, I missed him,” she replied, not looking at Cedric.

  “So when do you leave, Camellia?” he asked.

  “Leave? She asked hollowly. “I’m not leaving, Cedric. I can’t get away now.”

  “Oh, yes, you are, Camellia, you answer me. You always traveled for your elders before my accident and you will travel for them now. Why back off now.” He held her eyes. “Are you going to start cheating your elders now? And with Ambrose of all people?”

  Sir Cedric saw the terrible pain she was feeling. Torn in two directions he had to help her. For once since the accident he was forgetting his own troubles long enough to think of this magnificent woman whom he loved for so long. Someone he must let go before it was too late for both of them. Ambrose’s presence had given him the courage. And the excuse he’d been searching for.

  “Cedric,” she said. “Please …..It isn’t because of you, I promise. Of course I don’t intend to cheat Ambrose or any other elders, for that matter.” She looked away from him and said, “But I simply can’t get away now. The timing is all wrong.”

  “It’s a shame, because Ambrose said that he has made another appointment for you with another elder, a plantation owner in the hill country, it will be a three day trip, at least see what you can do for this new elder.” Cedric said coldly.

  Camellia squared her shoulders. “Cedric, I won’t let Ambrose or the new elder down. I’ll go to see this elder, but I just can’t go to London.”

  She was not budging. Cedric allowed his voice to slide into sarcasm. In a taunting, accusing tone, he said, “What are you really afraid of, Camellia? That I’ll kill myself once you are gone for a few days? Or that I won’t be able to manage things without your pretty face around to remind me life is worth living. Is that it?” He wheeled his chair over closer to her before he continued. “Or is it you’re afraid you’ll meet a complete man and maybe feel like a woman again instead of a full-time baby-sitter of a piece of vegetable?”

  Camellia’s cry was torn from the deepest part of her soul. “Cedric, how can you be so cruel?”

  “I’m no crueler to you than you are to yourself.” Cedric said looking straight into her eyes.

  The Duke mounts a Duchess.

  Camellia met Duke Ambrose the next day to make arrangements for her trip to the hill country. One look at her, Ambrose realized that Camellia was upset. Mounted on a steed across an open field, Camellia was in a pensive mood, she hardly spoke, and if and when she spoke it was in monosyllables.

  “Hey Camellia! What’s eating you, you have hardly spoken ten words to me, is something bothering you? Want to talk about it?” Ambrose questioned her. Camellia paused before answering, finding to her surprise she was tempted to confide in someone. After keeping everything bottled up for such a long time, it seemed she suddenly needed to talk.

  Maybe a man could help her understand Cedric’s attitude, but she couldn’t talk to Ambrose about it. Her smile had a tinge of sadness that did not go unnoticed by Ambrose.

  “I’d like to, Ambrose, but no, I don’t think so.”

  The Duke looked at her for a long moment, and then he said, “Business aside, I thought we were friends. Camellia, friends can talk to one another or are you afraid I have some ulterior motives?”

  “I’ll admit that, I’m just not ready to discuss it yet. I don’t quite understand the problem myself,” she told him.

  “You will never, unless you talk about it. Cedric is a man and I’m a man, I might be able to give you a little manly advice.”

  The Duchess was flustered. How could Ambrose have concluded the problem was Cedric? “Am I that transparent, Ambrose? I could have meant a rough week of work, you know.”

  “No way, Camellia, whom are you trying to kid?” he said. “If it was a business problem, you would have simply gone into it like a bull in a china shop. We are two of a kind in that regard. No, you’re really upset and that means it’s personal.” Ambrose dismounted from his horse. “I’ll tell you what…. first we’ll have lunch, at my secret cave and talk.”

  Camellia too dismounted and led her steed as Ambrose took her arm. The Duchess no longer had the energy to resist. “I am completely in your hands, kind sir.”

  At the secret cave Ambrose kept the conversation light and impersonal and Camellia found herself relaxing. They then had their lunch and Camellia mused that if things were different, things would have been like a dream with beautiful surroundings, glorious food, and an attentive man by her side. Camellia’s hunger for sex was slowly but surely taking its toll.

  After lunch Camellia reclined on the soft pallet and closed her eyes as Ambrose asked her if she was ready to talk about what was bothering her and she didn’t hesitate. Camellia was amazed at how calm her voice sounded, how easily she opened up, in all respect, letting go years of pain, frustration, confusion, and guilt. She confessed to him everything, sparing neither Cedric or herself.

  The Duke listened without interruption. When she had finished. Camellia sank back exhausted, but feeling slightly wet down under. Ambrose was silent, his handsome face set in deep concentration. For a quick second the Duchess feared she’d made a mistake, that he was regretting inviting such personal revelations.

  “Your husband is an extraordinary man, Camellia,” his voice was remote, as if he was speaking to himself.

  She was not really sure she’d heard him right. Was he being sarcastic? Sympathetic? Complimentary?

  “Not the kind of talk you expected to hear from me, is it Camellia?”

  “I…..I’m not sure, I mean, I don’t know what you really mean.”

  “It’s not what I really wanted to say but then I just couldn’t help it. You see Camellia, we are not children any more…..I think my attraction to you has been quite obvious. Naturally I’ve thought about you and your marriage these past years….I thought I had it all worked out.” He paused and looked at her. “I had a strong feeling that you were attracted to me as well, even though you never encouraged me. The attraction was always there and I could only think of one solid reason you denied it. The answer had to be your husband. I thought that was why he kept you.” He shook his head. “No Camellia.” He said. “I must declare that I was sadly mistaken. Now I see just how unselfish he is trying to be…..for both of you.”

  Tears stung Camellia’s eyes. What was so unselfish in the cruel way Cedric had treated her? “Just what are you trying to tell me?” Camellia questioned him.

  “What I intend telling you is that, as a man I really under
stand why he behaved as he did. And I am going to try to make you understand his motives,”

  “You’re going to make me understand? All of a sudden you’re an expert on my husband’s motives?”

  The Duke’s response was gentle. “Camellia, listen to me. Cedric had to be cruel. It was the only way to make you face the situation…..to start living again. You wrongly blamed yourself for his accident and you crawled right into that wheelchair with him. Cedric knows that….that is why he….”

  “Cedric thinks I’ve been acting like a martyr! He has ended our marriage! It’s over; I don’t have to understand anything!”

  “Cedric has accepted that and so must you. You have to start living again.”

  “I don’t understand what in heaven’s name he is up to.” She said closing her face with her hands and crying.

  Duke Ambrose sat by her side and put his arms around her to console her. Camellia leaned against his chest. As the Duke cradled her in his arms the Duchess moaned and closed her eyes. The Duke leaned and placed his lips upon hers.

  “Uummmh,” she moaned and grabbed his head and started kissing all over his face. Ambrose was wondering whether she was moaning feeling sorry or in ecstasy. Ambrose kissed her lips hard with passion and started chewing her lips gently. Camellia responded by twirling her tongue inside the Duke’s mouth.

  Kissing her pert little mouth Ambrose slid his hands to her breasts and caressed her. He felt her soft breasts suddenly harden. With gentle care the Duke undressed the Duchess and she on her part willingly helped him. He then caressed her smooth rounded breasts once more and her cherry pink nipples immediately turned red and pouted at him invitingly.

  He clipped her nipples slowly and as he did so Camellia slipped her hands to his crotch and felt his hardened shaft. Unable to get it out of his breeches with one hand she used both hands and managed to pop the Duke’s penis out of his breeches.

  She cupped his dick and started stroking it very gently. Ambrose withdrew his hand from her breasts slid back slightly and placed his mouth on her succulent apples and started to lick and suck them alternately. The Duchess was getting her preliminary round of orgasm.

  From her apples he moved down to her hot cross bun. Ambrose got Camellia to spread her legs and groped at her clitoris. As he sent his fingers into her darkness, he felt it with her vaginal juice.

  His fingers slid in and out of her wetness with ease and he found Camellia’s whole body convulse in pure ecstasy. She arched her back and let him probe her deeper.

  “Oh, God, oooh, I think I’m cumming,” she moaned and squirted her juice, wetting his hand. She leaned forward grabbed the Duke’s head and guided it to her wet, pulsing cavern.

  When it came to erotic sex, even nobles went crazy. After all they too were human. The Duke took pleasure in licking and sucking her clitoris till Camellia experienced a couple of more orgasms. She then pushed Ambrose back and grabbed his penis and sucked it with extreme joy.

  The Duke too was getting high with his orgasm. He pushed The Duchess back, raised her legs and made her rest her calves on his shoulders as he knelt by her naked buttocks. With her legs high, he had her vagina well positioned for penetration. He entered her with ease as her womanhood immediately contracted and squeezed his driving shaft sending the Duke over the moon.

  He pumped her at leisure and the Duchess was experiencing repeated orgasms, “I’m cumming, my Lord, I’m cumming…Oooooh.” She moaned and squirted her warm stored up fluid.

  “I’m cumming too, my Lady.” The Duke groaned and climaxed and emptied his noble milky nectar deep into the Duchess vagina.

  Sir Cedric takes his leave.

  Having accomplished a blissful session of sex, The Duke and Duchess rode back to the manor and found a hurriedly scribbled note awaiting them.

  It read ‘I wish the two of you all the best, May the Lord bless you with years and years of happiness---- with love and Blessings----Sir Cedric.’ P.S. by the time you read this I will be miles and miles away from you, so don’t try to trace me.

  THE END

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  The Improper Duke

  Regency Romance

  By: G.G. Lacoste

  The Improper Duke

  Chapter I – Plan To Be Amazed By The Plans

  Emma lay in bed, not being able to sleep. Her stomach seemed to have butterflies flying around in it. For, it was the very next day, the date of her birth, she would turn eighteen. She knew that her mother had been anticipating their invitation for Emma and her older sister for some time to the Coming of Age Ball.

  But in truth, it made her feel quite ill. The whole grandeur of the next year of her life seemed impossibly self – gratuitous and she was not at all fond of drawing attention to herself or cohabitating in big groups of people. But she would not be given a choice this time. There was an established protocol that was expected to take place and there was not anyone in the township that had not participated in the process.

  There had been talk of whom she would be betrothed to. Her mother and father had told her that Lord Eric was most likely going to propose to her before it was all said and done; however, the mere thought of that terrified her down to her toes. She found him to be rather full of himself and he loved to tell everyone all about it.

  She tossed and turned all that night, barely sleeping at all. She was feeling utterly tormented by the pressure. The next morning her mother took the girls for a long walk into town to look at fabric and ribbons to make their dresses. Her mother grabbed her chin and turned it towards her saying,

  “My darling… Why are your eyes so red? I don’t understand why you are making yourself so sick over this… This is supposed to be fun… Courting… Romance… What’s there to be nervous about anyway?”

  And just like that she dismissed her deepest sorrow into oblivion of nothingness. Emma gritted her teeth, trying her hardest not to snap back at her mother. She knew that she was tired and her mom would be quick to put her back in her rightful place, should she step out of line. So she just took a very long slow deep breath and carried on.

  When they arrived, the store was plum full of young ladies doing the same thing as they were, shopping for what they would need for the party. The preacher’s wife and daughter walked in just behind them. Mila, her mother, looked up and her face lit up when she saw whom it was standing before her. She was one of Mila’s favorite people in the whole entire world.

  She hugged her neck ever so tightly and said,

  “Oh, my goodness……… It is so nice to see you…. It has been way, way to long…. Well, I jusssssttt… I just don’t know where the time goes anymore…. Are you well?”

  Mila’s lovely long silver hair was braided tightly down her back. She was a healthy larger girl, still from her childbearing days, or at least that was what she tended to tell people. And she talked with a slight lisp that she had had since she was a youngster. It was something that she never grew out of.

  The preacher’s wife showed a genuine toothy grin and said,

  “And it is so enjoyable to see you again and your beautiful young daughters as well. Are you girls getting ready for the festivities? It will be here before you know it… You girls better be getting your things together early or else the store might run out of the good supplies. Oh, dear… That would be nooooo gooooodddd…. No, gooooddd aaaat all…”

  Chloe was the taller of the two sisters, standing a head above the rest. She had rolled her long brown hair up in a loose bun on the back of her head. Little strands of thick coarse hair were standing on end from the humidity in the moist
air. Ever since she was little, she had always been so very thin. It didn’t matter how much or how often she ate, she could not put on weight.

  She had never really tried to terribly hard to fix herself up. She liked being all natural and didn’t want it any other way. She had her father’s pronounced nose though that casted a shadow over her thin lips at times.

  After exchanging pleasantries they went along on their way. The local store had an expansive collection of lacy ribbons in stock. The shipment had just come in and there was so much to see, it might have seemed a little overwhelming. They shopped and shopped, but at the end of the day, since the future was uncertain they waited to purchase what they needed to make the dresses.

  Several days came and went before they knew it and the girls invite still had not arrived. Mila was getting nervous that her girls had not made the cut; the whole thing could be entirely too competitive at times. But nevertheless, Mila would have something to say if they didn’t get the ever so envious invite. The woman was not known for biting her tongue.

  Emma sat quietly in her room brushing through her wet hair. She had just washed up and her pretty long brown hair had had no time to dry yet. She was not excessively tall but about of average height. She was a little bit healthier than her older sibling. She ate very well. Just then a scowl covered her face, she could hear her parents in the next room discussing things.

  Her mother said,

  “John, my stomach is just in knots over this travesty… What if they can’t go? What if they are not proposed to? What if no one wants our children? Oh, the horror, John,” she flung her arms over her head so wildly.