The Duke's Dilemma: Regency Romance Menage Short Stories

by Lacoste, G. G.

  "Are you being serious right now?" Katherine exclaimed. "Me, ravishing? I would be flattered and honored for you to paint a portrait of me!" She couldn't believe that the insanely handsome Duke of Oxford himself actually wanted to make her into a piece of his beautiful artwork! She was beyond flattered at this request of his, and felt her cheeks blush.

  Duke Edward then asked Katherine to pose for him on his large, luxurious bed that was clearly fit for the royalty that he was. She would be wearing only a black satin sheet that would be draped over her entire body. Katherine, who was feeling immensely flattered at this notion, obliged to the Duke's request. After she had agreed, the Duke's eyes lit up. "Wonderful", he said. He then left the room, kindly and respectfully allowing Katherine to have some privacy as she undressed; she had an open-minded, understanding and artistic perspective about posing for Duke Edward's risqué painting, and definitely wasn't a typical wealth-hungry whore who saw the entire purpose of the situation as a mere opportunity to throw herself at the Duke. There was something different about Katherine - something refreshingly pure and lovely about her personality and wit that set her apart from other girls. Not only was she very beautiful, but also she was also very kind and innocent, as well as sweet, intelligent, and most importantly, genuine, which were all difficult traits to find in a typical aristocratic twenty-something girl from a powerful, wealthy family.

  Another thing that the Duke had fallen in love with was Katherine's infectious laughter. She had the type of colorful, charismatic laughter that sparked up life into the room, no matter where they were, and the Duke found this quality of hers to be very refreshing. She wasn't like the majority of the other women that The Duke had courted, and married for that matter - the kind of women like his wife, Rosamund that were merely an attractive-looking shell, with shallow personalities, and who lived meaningless lives.

  She had twinkling green eyes that were the color of emeralds, and sparkled like beautiful gems whenever she was talking about a subject that she was passionate about -- Edward simply couldn't resist her captivatingly beautiful and mysterious piercing green eyes.

  There was another thing about Katherine that the Duke also couldn't resist -- her temptingly perfect body, which had a lovely hourglass shape, perfectly proportionate with just the right amount of lustful curves in all the right places. He loved the way her silky, long strands of golden strawberry-blond hair transcended over her perfectly round porcelain breasts and how her lips were full, soft and lush. She was quite the temptress.

  Duke Edward's powerfully magnetic, deeply intense, and unquenchably passionate attraction to the maid - who in the Duke's eyes was the farthest thing from plain and ordinary - fueled him with a incredibly creative flow of inspiration, as he carefully painted her, stroke by stroke, with each maneuver of his paintbrush. Every now and then, he would put down his paintbrush so he could admire her, and soak in her beauty - she was like an enchanting, vibrant desert rose. She was one-of-a-kind and extraordinarily stunning, and Edward simply could not resist her. He loved everything about Katherine, from her pure innocence, refreshingly natural beauty and vibrancy, to her wit and intellectually stimulating personality. She was the girl of his dreams - the kind of girl he envisioned as his future bride. Katherine was the complete polar opposite of the Duchess, an aspect that the Duke greatly favored and appreciated.

  The Duke was thinking to himself as all of these thoughts flowed through his head while he continued to paint his passion-fueled, beautifully artistic portrait of Katherine. The Duke never believed in love at first sight, and in fact, found it to be rather silly and ridiculous. However, after meeting Katherine, he definitely had a much clearer understanding of why many people believed in it so passionately. For some reason, it all just made sense, as he could find no other explanation that made sense of why he had, for some reason, been deeply drawn to the maid like a moth being drawn to her flame. If the entire "love at first sight" thing did, in fact, exist, she was his living proof.

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  Katherine pounced off the Duke's enormous bed and walked over to the painting, her body draped with the silky black satin sheet. When she took a look at what he had just created, she let out a gasp. The painting was absolutely gorgeous, and was surprisingly human-like, as it looked just like her, only more elegant and sophisticated and less like the awkward klutzy maid she saw herself as. The portrait looked like a beautifully iconic piece of highly professional, romantic artwork that you'd find in a famous museum in London. She was simply in awe. Not only was Edward a Duke, but he was also a hopelessly romantic artist. Despite consciously knowing that she was the Duke's wife's maid, and that he was 100% off limits, she simply couldn't help having reached the conclusion that she was helplessly and irrevocably smitten by Edward. Despite the circumstances, he truly was everything that she had ever dreamed of and more.

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  "You're truly an extraordinary young woman, Katherine", the Duke whispered, with a smoky, seductive tone in his deep, masculine voice. He wrapped his arms around Katherine's tiny waist, and pulled her in closer towards him. Then all of the sudden, he whisked her away to his library and with the lights off, concealing them away from the rest of the world. He then leaned in and pressed his lips against Katherine's soft, luscious, sweet-tasting lips. He then slipped his tongue into her dainty mouth, and began to passionately and hungrily kiss her.

  Katherine was overcome with a wave of lust and passion - she was passionately kissing him back, as the butterflies in her stomach began striking her ruthlessly. Their electrifyingly passionate, magnetic French-kissing session lasted for a good 10 minutes.

  Edward started passionately kissing Katherine on her neck, and gradually moved downwards. He began to unbutton her beige-colored lacy undergarments, revealing her perfect breasts. He kissed her on the neck and shoulders, and then buried his face deeply into her soft, ample, porcelain chest, admiring the luscious softness of her tantalizingly perfect breasts. This made Katherine shiver with pleasure. There was something about Edward that just somehow drove her wild with passion and lust. His insanely handsome chiseled face, seductive hazel eyes and strong, broad chest and built and muscular arms made her crave being dominated by him, and losing herself in the incredibly passionate euphoria she was now experiencing. Her piercing emerald-green eyes fluttered with pure lust, captivation and desire.

  He buried his head in Katherine's bare, naked chest and passionately licked her, kissing every inch of my breasts, in a way that indicated he knew what he was doing and made it seem as if he were a very experienced when it came down to pleasuring a girl to the point of blissful, sheer euphoria. He also (thankfully) showed no sign of that awfully awkward sloppiness men quite often tend to exhibit during their poorly played, amateur sexual encounters. He seemed far too sophisticated, experienced and intelligent, which was something that drove Katherine into a crazy, head-over-heels obsessed frenzy. Edward proceeded on to devour every inch of Katherine's nude body.

  Katherine moaned with pleasure as she felt the handsome Duke's teasing lips and tongue kiss and lick every inch of her body. He pressed his strong, majestic body - which strongly reminded her of a Greek god - tightly against hers. Katherine could feel that he was harder than ever. She wanted him then and there, more than anything.

  The Duke was moving in, and pulling her body towards his, pressing himself against her body - the body he desperately craved. “Katherine,” he whispered, with his smooth, deep voice filled with undeniable passion. “I want you right now - more than anything else in the world."

  Katherine felt her body shiver as she heard his whisper, arousal beginning to creep throughout her whole trembling body.

  He then leaned in and kissed Katherine just at the corner of her mouth, and her whole body trembled with the burning, powerful sensation of sheer lust - flaming with desire. She wanted to soak in every last bit of him. Despite how Katherine's conscience was telling her that this simply wasn't right - as the Duke was not
only a married man, which was extremely scandalous and inappropriate in itself, he was also married to her mistress, who Katherine suspected would have her beheaded or bludgeoned to death if she were ever to know about this - Katherine simply could not resist Edward. She wanted him too much for her own good, and with the Duke now beginning to kiss every inch of her quivering, immensely aroused body, it had become much too difficult for her to pull away from him. He was absolutely perfect, Katherine thought to herself as he continued to pamper her tempting, luscious body with seductive, passionate kisses. She moaned in pleasure.

  She trembled in his hands like a helpless, flightless bird that had fallen into his hands. He trailed her entire eager body down with his irresistible kisses. “I want you,” he whispered to her, in a voice that sounded burnished and dark, and revealed strong notes of lust, passion, laughter, intelligence, irresponsibility, naked statues, and the Greek sun.

  The Duke, breathing heavily in the passion and heat of the moment, paused for a few second and whispered to Katherine, "You know, you don't have to do this if you don't want to - I wouldn't want you to do something you feel you are uncomfortable with. It's just - I - Katherine, I have a lot of respect for you and"

  "Hush up and kiss me", the gloriously beautiful, and not to mention, immensely aroused maid interrupted, with a dreamy yet playful smile painted across her innocent-looking face.

  Edward chuckled playfully and threw her onto his bed again, pinning her petite, delicate frame down with his muscular, strong and extremely desirable, majestic Greek-god-like body while continuing to passionately kiss her. He slowly pulled her lace undergarment (the one that covered her naughtiest lady-bits) down with his teeth and put his lips on her sweet spot.

  Katherine moaned at the intensely pleasurable sensation this gave her, as she simply laid back, enjoying herself as the Duke pampered her, letting his tongue do the magic.

  She particularly couldn't resist it when he was kissing her on her tingly sweet spot, causing her to shiver uncontrollably with pleasure, as his tongue swirled over the silky, wet material. She moaned in pleasure. His body felt so perfect - so right - against hers, and she simply wanted to soak in every last bit of him.

  Then, all of the sudden, before Katherine knew it, the Duke had mounted his body on top of hers, and they were now both laying on the Duke's bed, his body pinning hers down underneath his. Katherine was feeling rather vulnerable, as she also happened to be a virgin. She never in her wildest imagination pictured her first time having sex being with the Duke of Oxford. For Katherine, this was the most wild, intense, extremely sexual, magnetic encounter she could ever have possibly imagined.

  He then spread her legs and thrust himself in between them. When Katherine looked down, she caught a glimpse of his manhood - it was large, majestic and rock-hard. He then entered her, tearing through Katherine's sacred virginity, as well as her innocence. He started penetrating her slowly, gently and seductively, while he cupped her full, perky, porcelain-toned breasts and hungrily kissed her neck and shoulders, then started moving faster and faster, penetrating her harder and harder until she felt herself enter a euphoric state of sheer bliss and pleasure as she climaxed in between heavy deep breaths, a wave of sizzling heat burning throughout her entire tingling body.

  Right before her body was about to tremble into an intense, euphoric climax, Edward entered her, moving steadily back and forth, thrusting deeply into her, while his eyes rolled back, with the expression of immense pleasure written on his chiseled, handsome face. Katherine soon began to "see stars", as an intense heat of pleasure burned throughout her entire extremely aroused body. In fact, the maid and the Duke had climaxed at the exact same moment, their bodies harmonized with each other like a glorious symphony of pure euphoria.

  Afterwards, following the otherworldly lovemaking that made Katherine feel a powerful sense of euphoria - like she was floating on the horizon of somewhere beautiful in the universe - somewhere she had never known before. She and Edward were lying in his huge, luxurious bed, with his strong arms wrapped tightly around her dainty body.

  He played with her hair and kissed her on her forehead, making her smile.

  After their wildly unexpected, but mutual strongly desired encounter with each other's forbidden gardens, Edward and Katherine dozed off in each other's arms. The night had been nothing less than perfect.

  Weeks passed, and the two secret-lovers had kept their courtship under wraps, as their newly formed relationship with one another had obviously presented quite a dilemma, as the Duke was married to Rosamund (although he would never had married the awfully wretched Duchess, had it been his choice).

  However, this dilemma had turned out to be very short lasting, much to Edward and Katherine's delight. While the Duke and Katherine had been strolling around the garden that stood behind the manor, they had caught Rosamund in the act of having her very own affair - with that Earl Katherine had seen her with at the ball - which quickly resulted in the Duke divorcing Rosamund, and thus stripping her of her title as the "Duchess of Oxford".

  Edward and Katherine were finally free to be with each other at last!

  They had been formally courting each other for 3 months, and it was now a beautiful winter in London, the whole city covered in a blanket of powdery white snow.

  It was a Saturday afternoon, and the Duke was at 3rd Avenue Boutique once again, only this time, it wasn't a beautiful, crimson-red ball-gown he was looking for. It was something far more meaningful and special. Edward was standing in the luxurious boutique, admiring the display of engagement rings, looking for the shiniest, most twinkly, most perfect diamond, with the lingering thought of marriage dancing in his mind. After all, there needed to be a new Duchess of Oxford. He thought of Katherine and smiled.

  THE END

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  The Imperfect Duke

  Regency Romance

  By: G.G. Lacoste

  THE IMPERFECT DUKE

  The Chamber Maid’s Fantasy.

  It was dark, and the place was cold, but the young man had lit a small wood fire, which smoked sullenly but gave a little warmth and comfort. It had been raining all day, and from the branches near the mouth of the cave water still dripped, and a steady trickle overflowed the lip of the well, soaking the ground below.

  Several times, restless, he had left the cave, and now he walked out below the cliff to the grove where his horse stood tethered.

  With the coming of dusk the rain had stopped, but a mist had risen, creeping knee-high through the trees so that they stood like ghosts, and the grazing horse floated like a swan.

  It was a gray, and more than ever ghostly, because it grazed so quietly. He had torn out a scarf and tied fragments of linen round the bit so that no jingle should betray him.

  The bit was gilded, and the torn strips were of silk, for he was the son of the Arch Duke. If by chance he were caught, he would be banished. He was just twenty.

  He heard the hoof beats coming softly up the valley. His head moved, and his breathing quickened. His sword flicked with light as he lifted it stealthily. The gray horse paused in its grazing and lifted its head clear of the mist. Its nostrils flickered, but no sound came. The young man smiled. The hoof beats came closer, and then shoulder-deep in mist, a brown pony trotted out of the dusk. Its rider, small and slight, was wrappe
d in a dark cloak, muffled from the chilly night air. The pony pulled to a halt, threw up its head, and gave a long, pealing whinny.

  The rider, with an exclamation of dismay, slipped from its back and grabbed for the bridle to muffle the sound against her cloak. She was a girl, very young, who looked around anxiously until she saw the young man, sword in hand, at the edge of the trees.

  “Step up slowly, you sound like a troop of cavalry,” he said.

  “Everything looks strange in the mist. I was here before I knew it.”

  “No one saw you? You came safely?”

  “Safely enough. It’s been impossible the last two days. There were men on the roads night and day.”