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Lord Tobias Hurst, Duke of Devon (lord_hurst) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-08-08 21:41:00

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Lord Hurst: A Ball In His Honour
Item: An invitation sent out by Lord Hurst to many of those in the upper portion of society
Who: Lord Hurst on behalf of Sergius Petrov
Warnings: TBA
Open to: All of the nobility, friends of the Hurst family, those being blackmailed by Sergius, plus Constance, Slater, and Harry.

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dela_mort
2008-08-10 02:12 pm UTC (link)

Beth was rather impressed. This was the quickest at which a man had ever offered her a gift, even if it was roses cut from his own back yard and she took hold of Lord Hurst's arm, leaning against him. "One for now would do quite nicely." She said, smiling up at him.

"Your wife is unwell, isn't she?" Beth said suddenly, as if it had just occurred to her. "I...she is lying down upstairs, but it is nothing too serious. She should be recovered by tomorrow." She looked up again at Lord Hurst, the light from the ballroom casting shadows over her face and highlighting her soft, red mouth, so very tempting. "But that leaves you all alone tonight, in a big empty bed."

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lord_hurst
2008-08-10 02:29 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, very. Very big, very empty." He agreed, as they moved down the path. "And that is not an idea that gives me much comfort, Madame..." He paused, guiding her off the path now and towards the rose-beds. "Madame, may I be so bold as to ask your name?" He said, the image of her lips, slightly parted, redder than the roses he now took her towards, and softer too, he had no doubts, perfectly preserved in his memory. The things that could be said by wicked, wonderful lips such as those!

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dela_mort
2008-08-10 02:36 pm UTC (link)

"Beth" She breathed. "My name is Beth, and of course you must call me that. I feel that we are meant to be close, your Lordship, as if I am commanded by some greater will to serve you with my gift."

She hoped the words would incite visions in his head. She had chosen carefully. "Command" and "Serve" should no doubt inspire a man such as Lord Hurst.
"I would submit myself to you, if you would have me." Beth said, leaning closer still into him. "Spiritually."

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lord_hurst
2008-08-10 02:49 pm UTC (link)

Hurst swallowed, and swallowed again, his throat drier now then it had ever been before. Such a beautiful creature, so prefect and sensuous, offering herself... "Spiritually?" He repeated, his hands having moved when she spoke her his waist, his heart louder even than the crickets around them or the drone of the party inside. "I think, Beth, that we are close. Very close, in fact..." And he would like her to be closer, much closer, with her skirts pulled up perhaps or rid of the dress entirely, outside in the moonlit darkness like some wild pagan spirit... yes. That's what this creature was, could be, for him.

He couldn't help himself then. The sudden impulse must have been from her witchcraft, from some ancient desire and lust she somehow summoned. He pushed her back, against one of the thick old trees of the garden, holding her there between his own body and the tree, kissing her hard, his hands holding tight to her hips.

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dela_mort
2008-08-10 02:58 pm UTC (link)

Beth gasped, more for effect than anything else. She might not have the gifts she pertained to have but she had known this would happen. She wrapped her arms around Lord Hurst, pulling him closer and kissing him back with just as much passion as he kissed her.

His poor Lady wife must not be much of a women, Beth decided, seeing as how her husband was so eager to bed a young woman he just met. Maybe she should aim higher than Sergius's wife and Lord Hurst's mistresses? Perhaps she should aim to be Lady Hurst herself, Duchess of Devon.

She broke the kiss, panting softly and looked down humbly.
"Spiritually, my Lord. My will is to serve you however you command, for your wellbeing."

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lord_hurst
2008-08-10 03:09 pm UTC (link)

He enjoyed the little noises she made, the gasp of surprise, almost as much as he delighted in the eagerness of her body, of the arms around his shoulders, which made it easier for him to grind against her hips, pressing against her; the friction of it almost more than any sane man could stand. But as the kiss broke he had to allow the woman some air, and besides, as she breathed her chest rose and fell within her bodice in the most stirring way... he brought a hand up from her hip, a finger moving from her breast-bone down between her breasts, before leaving her skin. "My well-being, Beth, depends very much on you..." He explained, brushing the stray hair from her throat and tipping his head to press several kisses there, each moving lower than the next.

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	dela_mort 2008-08-10 03:12 pm UTC (link)
	She tremmbled a little at his touch, leaning back against the tree for support and to allow him to kisser her neck with more ease. "However do you mean, my Lord? What should I do? Tell me and I'll do it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lord_hurst
2008-08-10 03:22 pm UTC (link)

Hurst made a low pleased noise against her skin, his free hand inching up her skirts to touch the soft skin beneath. She was good, very good, willing and corruptible and so desperate to be told, instructed, used. It was almost more then he could stand. "You are going to be my priestess. My pagan priestess." He told her, murmured against her skin, "You and your gift, your magic, I don't know what it is but you have something, and I want it, I want you." He told her, hand now travelling up her leg. "You and all your spirits and your wildness." He groaned against her skin again, lips at her shoulder now, as his free hand began to unfasten the cords of her dress, letting the sleeves slip down as he sucked on her flesh. "You are to be my wood nymph, my dryad, my spirit of nature, my pagan goddess, and I am going to have you, conquer you as mine." He already had the idea in his head. A tunic, some slip of a thing for her to wear, no shoes, no petticoats, and the woods and the standing stones down by the river edge. And he would have her there, in the long grass and by the trees and she would be his captured little spirit, to please him and the satyrs and all the other pagan creatures that would delight in her, make her breathless and groan.

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dela_mort
2008-08-11 01:45 pm UTC (link)

Beth gasped, letting her dress slip free from her shoulders and breasts, and then pool on the floor under her. She was hardly naked, petticoats and stockings still on, but enough she knew to be more than arousing for a man such as Lord Hurst who was already so far gone Beth was certain she could request any number of things from him –a house, a title, his lands, and he’d gladly grant them to be with her.

For a moment she debated whether she should allow him what he wanted. For some men the chase was what was important but she didn’t think it would be that way with Lord Hurst. He seemed to want to surround himself with pretty things. But it didn’t mean he would want to make her his mistress.

“Do I please you my Lord?” She asked quietly. “I…want some reassurance, my Lord, before I succumb to you.”

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lord_hurst
2008-08-11 04:58 pm UTC (link)

He swallowed again, voice wavering as he replied, hands moving up and down over her bare sides, trembling slightly as he stroked her skin. "You do, my dear, my goddess, you most certainly do." He told her, hands moving up and down over her again, cupping and stroking and devouring her with his eyes, her skin white in the pale moonlight, a silver spirit against the black wood of the tree in the patchwork grey gardens.

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dela_mort
2008-08-11 05:20 pm UTC (link)

Beth frowned, hoping it was hidden by the darkness or that he was too far into his lust to care. That hadn't be exactly what she'd meant by reassurance. She knew she pleased him. You would have to be blind not to know that, but she wanted more than is blind devotion to her body for one night.

"I mean about your heart, my Lord. I cannot see visions of my own future and I would not want you to cast me aside when I feel I could be of such use to you."

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	lord_hurst 2008-08-11 05:44 pm UTC (link)
	He paused then, lifting his head from where it had bent to kiss over her collar and breast bone, "Cast you aside, my dear? You should not give in to worrying about such things. You shall always be well taken care of, by my side." He told her, hands sliding back down her hips, stroking the warm skin of her thighs. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dela_mort 2008-08-11 05:55 pm UTC (link)
	"Taken care of?" Beth asked, quickly, urgently - wanting to get some sort of proposal or promise that was more concrete from him before she allowed him anything. She wasn't sure she could stop him now and get dressed again though. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lord_hurst
2008-08-14 02:54 am UTC (link)

"Provided with all you need." He tells her, hand trembling slightly as it moves over her breast, "Ask and whatever you need will be yours." He explained, becoming desperate now. If she was simply going to talk she might as well put on her dress, and his promises would be forgotten. He had seen one or two other attractive young women tonight, and he had seen some of Fisher's boys too, if Beth was not to deliver on her unspoken promises.

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	dela_mort 2008-08-14 10:12 am UTC (link)
	"I want to be your mistress" Beth whispered, lifting her petticoats as she spoke, enticing him to go further, to have her fully if he wished. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lord_hurst 2008-08-17 02:40 am UTC (link)
	"That can be arranged." Lord Hurst murmured, fingers stroking up her thigh and over her exposed flesh, parting and pressing inside. He waiting a moment, enough for her to have registered a complaint, before beginning to move his fingers, thrusting them both a little deeper. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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