The Impregnation Theory

The last time Gray went to a noble’s party he was a servant boy. And servant boys got the worst treatment out of all visitors. The carriage drivers kicked them around while slouching at the park waiting for their masters. The servant crew hired them to run errands, and most of those hires were never paid. If anyone was bold to ask for payment they would get a swift kick in their arses. Some servant boys even caught the eye of the noble ladies, and that of course, wasn’t a good thing.

Once a noble lady had asked Gray to strip. Gray refused at first, but then he earned a slap in the face and a retort about calling the guards. That made him strip. When the woman saw his erect dick she had given a giddy laugh. It seemed as if she wanted to do more, but then a patrol of guards ushered her out of the back of the garden.

But now, things were different.

Gray would have gotten more eyes since he was a noble, but walking in with the duke’s daughter added an extra layer of respect. Jenna walked close behind him, so close that it made them look like a couple. And for some reason, they matched well. Jenna with her sweet smile, and Gray with his broody look and half-assed smile only aimed at the party's female members.

As soon as they were in through the main doors, the hosts - Lord and Lady Duchwin scuttled over to them.

“What a pleasure to see you Lady Jenna,” Lord Duchwin almost bowed till his old spine cracked. Then he raised himself and looked at Gray. “And this must be your…fiancé?”

“Oh no,” Jenna patted Gray’s hand. “He’s just a good friend of mine who needs to be acquainted with other fellow nobles.”

Lady Duchwin snorted. “I know him. You are Gray, aren’t you? Lord Julius’s servant boy who somehow got hold of his fortune.”

“It was passed on,” Gray grumbled.

“I’ve known Julius. He isn’t someone to pass on his wealth to a servant boy.”

Several eyes on the perimeter moved to Gray.

Still kicking me down huh?

Gray assessed the woman. Probably in her early forties. Her breasts were sagged just a little, but ample enough for a squeeze. And she still had the curves. She was enough for a good fuck.

But before he could, Jenna spoke. “Now, now Lady, let’s not waste our time remembering histories. We all have memories we want to erase, and you have some too.”

She gave a crooked smile, and Lady Duchwin’s face paled. “I-I…”

“Wait, what is she talking about?” Lord Duchwin looked at his wife’s pale face.

“I see you two have something to catch up,” Jenna smiled. “Come on Gray, let’s have a little walk around the beautiful mansion.”

The two of them left the dumbstruck couple, and Gray quickened his pace to catch up to Jenna.

“What was that about?”

“Lady Duchwin once had a threesome with two of her own guardsmen while her husband wasn’t at home. She was seen by one of the servant staff. The servant decided to blackmail her, so she killed him off two months later.”

“And how do you know about this?”

“I have eyes everywhere, and I pay them well.”

Gray shivered. He wondered what eyes she had on him. Jones? Or even Andria?

“So who’s our target?” Gray asked, smiling at a set of noblewomen who giggled at him. “Don’t tell me it’s Lady Duchwin because I’m not in the mood to fuck a bitch.”

“No, it’s her daughter. This is her daughter's twentieth birthday party, and that,” she showed a smartly dressed young man. “Is her fiancé.”

“Oh, the regular story then. Her fiancé can’t give her a child so I support her instead and pretend the child is his.”

“Not quite. Her fiancé actually knows about this deal. In fact, he is the one who called me.”

The man, who was talking to a few boys of his age, saw them, and something similar to a giddy pleasure lighted up in his face.

Oh no, this can’t be what I think it is.

“That is Lord Mosel, and he is a cuck.”

The man walked towards them, beaming. “Lady Jenna, quite the honor to meet you. I never thought you’d visit personally, since we only exchanged letters.”

Jenna just smiled and instead grabbed Gray. “Lord Mosel, here is your man. Now my plans were to let you take him to your fiancé’s bedroom and let me mingle around the party, but he has other ideas. So I’ll stay with him, and watch.”

His eyes lighted up. “Oh, can I watch too?”

“Sure, if you-”

“No,” Gray irked at the thought. Then he realized he had spoken aloud, so he lowered his voice. “I don’t want to have sex while being watched by another man.”

“B-but-”

“Show me the girl, and I’ll do the job. You come in after the job is done and we are finished.”

He looked disappointed but nodded eagerly. “Come with me.”

He started walking upstairs, and Jenna stepped beside Gray, smiling. “How come I get to watch and he doesn’t?”

“Because I get turned on when I look at your beautiful face.”

And there it was, a crack in her expression. It was only for a passing moment. Wide eyes, her mouth a little open, and then she was back to her smiling self. “Isn’t that sweet? But I’ll be watching something else.”

“That’s going against the agreement.”

She patted his arm. “Oh Gray, do you really think, watch while I proceed to have sex is considered a meaningful sentence in a law agreement? You clearly need to specify what I should watch, and how long. Now I could watch the scenery in the garden while you have sex and I wouldn’t have broken any rule.”

Gray clenched his arm. He should seen it coming. But now that he messed up he only needed to do one thing.

He had to have sex so badly that Jenna would turn her head and gawk her mouth open.