"Hellfire"...Closed thread

[caela]

“Alex we are going to the Isle of Jersey and my home.”

Alex blinked in surprise at his answer. He was taking her to his home? Wouldn't this ruin his impersonation of a fop? Lord knew it would hurt his reputation and if her's hadn't already been ruined it would have surely ruined her. Turning her head once more to look back at him, her violet gaze was filled with concern for him.

"But...we're not married yet Paul. Won't this damage your reputation and the image you're trying to project? Word of what passed this morning will fly through society Paul, marrying me now would certainly limit the circles your allowed to travel in."

It occured to her that it put her in a fresh sort of danger as well. With the upheavel in France refugees would be making the crossing as quickly as they could and she had no doubt that more than a few would come through Jersey. While many of them would be aristocrats that didn't mean they would be kind and with her reputation already in tatters, and how quickly gossip spread, she had no doubt that more then one would think to try what Byron had tried.

Who knew what offers her father, or even Paul, would get for her now that her reputation was so fully beyond repair?

Still she kept such thuoghts to herself and tried not to dwell on them.

 

[cgraven]

Alex blinked in surprise at his answer. He was taking her to his home?

"But...we're not married yet Paul. Won't this damage your reputation and the image you're trying to project? Word of what passed this morning will fly through society Paul, marrying me now would certainly limit the circles your allowed to travel in."

Paul pulled the reign of his horse and they stood on the cross of the high road the villagers going about their business, mother’s dragging their children off by their ears when they noticed Alex’s half naked body boldly on display as she sat on the pommel of Delery’s saddle.

“Oh married we will be Lass make no mistake a bout that Alex.”

He spurred his horse in to a full gallop and the pummel of Delery’s saddle now massaged the flaxen beauty’s clit deeply, parting her sweet neither folds, working along their sweet dew length.

“Alex My role is important but your safety more so.”

He reined his horse to a halt and the dust of the road settled about them.

“Alex we can be married tonight, that will keep you safe from your father,…..

Delery paused and he looked deeply into her violet eyes.

“… but men like Byron will always try to bed you by one means or another……”

He lifted Alex’s chin so her eyes now looked directly into his.

“To the world you will be the mistress of the Vi count of Jersey, who by now will have the reputation of having quite a violent temper and will stop at nothing when he believes he has been wronged. A wife would be too tempting a target for men like Byron.”

 

[caela]

Alex couldn't keep from groaning softly as the horse's speed increased to a gallop and the pommel of the saddle pressed deep against her clit. It send spirals of pleasure curling through her body and she couldn't keep from squirming back to press the curve of her ass against Paul. It made the duster slip slightly to reveal the upper curve of one shoulder and she laughed softly as she saw the scandalized looks on the faces of the peasants about her. Lord but word of this day would spread not just through the upper levels of society but the lower levels as well and leave her nowhere to hide if she ever needed it.

“Alex we can be married tonight, that will keep you safe from your father,…..

Delery paused and he looked deeply into her violet eyes.

“… but men like Byron will always try to bed you by one means or another……”

Chewing her lower lip gently she at last gave him a small smile and nodded her head. Marriage was the only protection for a woman and even that was little enough in most cases. His next words though chilled her to the bone...


“To the world you will be the mistress of the Vi count of Jersey, who by now will have the reputation of having quite a violent temper and will stop at nothing when he believes he has been wronged. A wife would be too tempting a target for men like Byron.”

She nodded her head knowing he was right but deep in her heart his words still hurt. A small voice inside of her couldn't help but wondering if he didn't feel obligated to marry her and would use the pretense of keeping her as a mistress instead of a wife to more easily cast her aside if and when he grew bored. She'd seen it happen before. It wasn't a thought she liked but she tried to be practical and after the way her own father - the man who should have loved her above all others - had treated her it was easy enough to think that even Paul might ill use her for his own ends.

 

[cgraven]

Chewing her lower lip gently she at last gave him a small smile and nodded her head.

Delery knew that Alex was not happy about what fate had decreed for them. His attitude was some what different, fate had never been kind to him, and he had been the second son of the Vi Count of Jersey his older brother was to be the Vi Count. Paul had gone into the Army rather than live on his brother’s charity. He had fought in the Spice Islands and in the Americas. Wounded after years with the savages in the Province of New York he was called home on his brother’s death, Only to arrive to see his father on his death bed, and so he had become the Vi Count of Jersey.

Paul Delery stirred himself from his thoughts.

“Alex I am afraid all I have is the duster you are almost wearing.”

Delery’s eyes strayed to Alex’s bared shoulder and leg.”

“……….and a riding habit in my saddlebags. Do you want to send for a gown or stop at a seamstress.”

He knew the flaxen haired beauty was daring but he did not think her daring enough to be married in men’s attire.

 

[caela]

“……….and a riding habit in my saddlebags. Do you want to send for a gown or stop at a seamstress.”


Alex sighed softly and glanced down at her bared thigh and shoulder. Truly she wouldn't have cared if he'd married her while she wore the duster wrapped around her but she thought he deserved better than a bride wearing next to nothing.

"I don't want anything from my father's house except the mare you gave me. I'd rather stop at a seamstress. If you put out that I'm your mistress you'll forfeit the right to my inheritance which would more than pay to re-outfit my wardrobe."

She left the choice to him however. She had no real worries about the situation except the pain that the idea of everyone thinking her a kept woman brought. Still they'd thought the worst of her for years and then as now, they'd be wrong. Even as his mistress she wouldn't be kept from most social circles for it was well known that the Vi Count of Jersey had the ear of the Regent. With a ruelful chuckle she realized that she would probably recieve more invitations than usual if he chose to play the part of the smitten benefactor for those that wanted his ear might very well go through her.

Still it hurt even though she knew she was right. A mistress made a much less tempting target than a wife. Especially now when wives were often simply commodities that could easily be discarded but a mistress was often fought over. No matter that he seemed a fop his military service was well known and she knew that few would truly try to steal something he might try to protect.

 

[cgraven]

"I don't want anything from my father's house except the mare you gave me. I'd rather stop at a seamstress. If you put out that I'm your mistress you'll forfeit the right to my inheritance which would more than pay to re-outfit my wardrobe."

“I don‘t give a wit about your inheritance., and I have already spoken to Tommy he will make sure your mare is at the chapel. And a seamstress will be arraigned for.”

Little did Alex know that the chapel that Paul spoke of was Windsor Castle’s Chapel and that her seamstress would be of the Royal Household and her witness’s would be the Prince Regent and his wife. The look on Alex’s face was priceless as they rode up and where immediately passed by the guard.

The Princess Royal did not seemed the least bit taken back by the Flaxen beauty state of near nudity.

“Come my dear though your outfit is daring I do believe a wedding gown would be more suitable this evening.”

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The Prince Regent Delery, and the Arch Bishop of Canterbury waited for the arrival of the bride.

 

[caela]

Alex was glad to hear that her mare would be waiting for her at the chapel and pictures some small little chapel in the country with perhaps a country couple for their witnesses. The image was fine with her and it made her smile slightly even until they rode up to the gates of Windsor Castle.

Her eyes flared wide as the gaurds waved them through with barely a second glance at her disheveled appearance and her head snapped around to stare up at Paul when he stopped in front in front of a building that Alex had only ever heard of and certainly never expected to be in in her lifetime. He was going to hear it from her later, her look promised him that, as he handed her down from his horse and she pulled his duster tighter around her body.

An embarassed flush colored her cheeks as the Princess Royal herself appeared before them to lead Alex to her fitting. She wished the ground would open and swallow her and before the doors closed behind her she turned her head to give Paul a glare that promised him trouble for not telling her where they were going.

The Princess seemed kind as she led her down the myriad halls of the castle but Alex felt totally out of her element and only murmured soft, "Yes your Highness," or "no, your Highness," to the questions she was asked. In fact she barely heard most of what the Princess asked because she felt hugely intimidated and out of place. She knew she must look like a street urchin with her disheveled hair, flushed skin, and only a duster covering her nudity while the woman before her was dressed layers of silks and satins and her hair was perfectly coiffed.

Finally unable to stand the feeling of intimidation any longer she looked at the Princess from snapping violet eyes and said softly, "I apologize for seeming distracted your Highness, I promise I'm not usually this rude, or so distracted. As soon as I yell at Paul for not giving me warning about out destination my demeanor will improve."

 

[cgraven]

Finally unable to stand the feeling of intimidation any longer she looked at the Princess from snapping violet eyes and said softly,

"I apologize for seeming distracted your Highness, I promise I'm not usually this rude, or so distracted. As soon as I yell at Paul for not giving me warning about out destination my demeanor will improve."

“Oh my dear do not blame Paul I fear he is quite innocent………., “

The Princess royal rolled her eyes and leaned closer to Alex.

“………….well at least this time. I am afraid it is all Gerogey’s fault he insisted he wanted to be the best man.”

The Princess’s laughter filled the hall.


“Do call me Caroline.”

The Princess took Alex to the waiting Seamstress, and ladies in waiting.

 

[caela]

“Do call me Caroline.”

Alex couldn't help but smile at the Princess' laughter and followed her now feeling more at ease. How many people were offered the chance to call the woman that would one day be their Queen by her given name? She didn't really know quite what to make of it except that the woman seemed genuinely kind when she didn't have to be. Even if she was only kind out of respect for Paul, Alex still appreciated it.

Her smile died at the disapproving look on the seamstress face. The woman's eyes roamed up and down boldly and took in her disheveled appearence before she started giving orders like a commander. Maids were sent scurrying to fetch things for her hair, to run a bath, to get the materials the woman wanted. While she could admire the efficiency of the woman her attitude annoyed Alex whose temper was already pushing it's limits with her day.

"No, no, no, this simply will not do!" the old seamstress declared. "I suppose that silly man didn't even bother to stop and feed you or tell you where you were going. Just swooped you up and headed off. So like a man!"

It took a moment for Alex to realize the woman was chastising Paul and not her and the look on her face at the realization must have been amusing for Caroline was laughing once more and Alex felt herself blushing.

"No, he didn't stop to feed me, Ma'am, but he didn't just swoop me up either. He saved me from a wretched fate and quite possibly kept me from killing a man."

As much as she might want to yell at Paul herself she didn't want anyone else chastising him and she was surprised at the instinctive need to protect him where she could. The old woman tried to get more information from her as she deftly took her measurments but when she realized Alex would say no more on the matter she shooed her off into the care of one of the made to be bathed and have her hair done.

Before the door closed behind her she heard the old woman telling Caroline, "That one's got a will on her. If they don't drive each other mad they'll suit quite well."

 

[cgraven]

Before the door closed behind her she heard the old woman telling Caroline, "That one's got a will on her. If they don't drive each other mad they'll suit quite well."

While Alex was undergoing her transformation Delery was at the mercy of the Prince Regent. The man who despite the King George III, his father was sill alive, but was quite mad, and for the last three years he had in fact ruled England.

“Paul you know the Duke of Essex and that twit Byron will not rest till they reap their revenge.”

The Prince Regent scratched his chin deep in thought and then a devilish grin creased his face.

“I think the Duke will be are new emissary to the Russian Court and young Byron should enjoy Berlin.”

With one stroke both men had been dealt with in an efferent manner. Yet both the Prince and Delery knew this would only be a temporary solution for the needs of England.

Time dragged by and Paul Delery fidgeted as he waited for his bride. Then a maid came and whispered she is read. All eyes turned to the chapel door.

 

[caela]

Alex felt like a doll being primped as she was moved from the bath to a nearby vanity where her hair was carefull coiffed. The maids tried to used more cosmetics than she wanted but when they realized the cost was going to be higher to them than to her as she argued with them they relented and only added a touch of color to her lips and a sweep of shadow over her eyes. When they returned her to the seamstress she was in shock at what the woman had accomplished.

She also realized that she must have been working on this dress already. It was beautiful and Alex stepped into the white silk and satic creation with some fear. Every nerve ending in her body jangled and she worried that she'd somehow manage to ruin the dress - easily the most expensive gown she'd ever worn - before she made it to the chapel. Where they'd found shoes to fit her feet she didn't know and it was only when she at last was turned so that she could see herself in the mirror that she realized the gown she was wearing was the design that she and her mother had agreed upon so many weeks ago!

How Paul had managed to get one of the Royal seamstresses to work on her wedding dress she neither knew nor cared. It instantly got him off the hook for not telling her where they were going and brough a smile to her face.

At last they led her to the chapel and as they opened the door she heard the first strains of the wedding march and caught Paul's gaze as she began her path down the aisle toward him.

 

[cgraven]

The sight of Alex in her virginal white wedding gown, the soft glow in her deep violet eyes, and nothing else mattered to him for he had eyes only for Alex.. They stood before the Arch Bishop of Canterbury her dainty hand in Delery’s as the Bishop intoned the ceremony with all the pomp and circumstance of a royal wedding.

“Who gives this woman to this man?”

there was an awkward silence then a small very feminine voice spoke from the shadows. Alex’s mother stepped from the shadows and placed her hand on Alex’s and Delery’s and she kissed her daughter on the cheek. There would be at least one person who the flaxen haired beauty cared for that would know the truth.

 

[caela]

“Who gives this woman to this man?”

Alex had to blink back sudden tears at the question. She should have been surrounded by her family and friends with a loving father to give her away, instead she was caught up in a rushed ceremony and even her Royal witnesses couldn't make up for her feeling of loss at not having her family around her.

"I do," said an all to familiar voice from the back of the chapel and Alex turned her head with a soft laugh of delight as her mother came forward to kiss her cheek and rest a hand on top of Alex and Paul's. Giving her mother a bright smile she released Paul's hand to the shock of the Arch Bishop and wrapped her mother in a warm hug while whispering softly to her, "Thank you Mama, I love you."

Turning her attention back to Paul she offered him a smile that let him know he was completely and utterly off the hook for not telling her where he was taking her. He'd gotten her her wedding gown and managed to get her mother here somehow as well. She didn't care who had helped or how it had been managed only that he'd managed it and had managed to make this day as perfect in it's ending as it had been terrible in it's beginning.

When finally the Arch Bishop said he could kiss the bride Alex reached up to cup his cheek and whispered softly, "I love you Paul Delerey," just before his lips captured hers to seal their union.

 

[cgraven]

"I do,"

said an all to familiar voice from the back of the chapel and Alex turned her head with a soft laugh of delight as her mother came forward to kiss her cheek and rest a hand on top of Alex and Paul's. Giving her mother a bright smile she released Paul's hand to the shock of the Arch Bishop and wrapped her mother in a warm hug while whispering softly to her,

"Thank you Mama, I love you."

The Arch Bishop cleared his throat and as the couple knelt before him he blessed them he bound their hands together with his stole, as they exchanged their vows.. The Prince Regent, Princess Royal, and Alex’s mother witnessed the marriage.

A small Wedding supper was prepared for the newly weds in the Prince’s private residence, Delery kept stealing glances at his bride and finally the Prince Regent gave a knowing wink.

“I do Believe the bride and groom must be tiered from their long day.”

The Royal couple bed Paul and Alex ado, and then her mother came to kiss Alex and squeeze her hand. Soon it was just Alex and Paul in the Regents private quarters.

“Are you happy Alex?”

Delery’s voice soft and full of concern.

 

[caela]

Alex felt as if she were floating. Everything seemed unreal to her and the events of the morning seemed more like the distant past then like something that had happened just that day. Now as she dined in the private quarters of the Regents themselves she felt oddly disconnected, as if only the frequent glimpses she stole of her husband were keeping her tied to her seat.

Husband....How strange it sounded even in just the quiet rooms of her mind. It was a word she'd never truly thought she'd use in application to herself; yet here she was married.

How she managed to keep up with the small talk that circulated around her she'd never know and later she wouldn't be able to recall a single thing that was said before the Prince decided that the newlyweds must be tired. Her mother kissed her cheek after the Regents offered their own well wishes and Alex hugged her fiercly before letting her go. She didn't know when she'd see her mother again and knew she'd miss her terribly but even that knowledge couldn't dampen her joy as she looked up at her husband.

“Are you happy Alex?”

Offering a gentle smile Alex stepped as close to Paul as her skirts would allow and tenderly cupped his cheek, her thumb offering a tender caress while her eyes simply stared up into his.

"I admit today wasn't how I would have planned it, and our future isn't how I had planned mine at all, but yes. Despite the diffculties ahead I am happy Paul."

 

[cgraven]

Offering a gentle smile Alex stepped as close to Paul as her skirts would allow and tenderly cupped his cheek, her thumb offering a tender caress while her eyes simply stared up into his.

"I admit today wasn't how I would have planned it, and our future isn't how I had planned mine at all, but yes. Despite the difficulties ahead I am happy Paul."

Delery’s hand cupped Alex’s as she cupped his cheeks, his dark hazel eyes stilled burned with passion for the flaxen haired beauty but also there was tenderness in them that she had never really seen there before. Yes, he was the Red Savage of the Hellfire Club but something more as well. He looked at Alex in a way that was both tender and sensual.

Slowly he drew the open palm of her hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to it.

“My Lady this evening we do not have to rush.”

There was a devilish smile in his eyes as he spoke, a touch of that bold rough that had first claimed and seduced her. Delery did not look down on Alex but met her eyes as if she where his equal not his chattel as a proper English society viewed a wife should be.

“My Lady and My Love I do believe last evening you expressed a desire to learn more of the arts of Cupid’s grove.”

Paul paused as he drew Alex closer her body pressed to his.

“And what do you wish to learn first?”

 

[caela]

Alex nearly melted when he pressed a tender kiss into her palm. Her eyes as they met his were filled with longing. Some of what she desired she understood and some she didn't, all she was truly certain of was that she wanted to feel his body against hers. His comment about their not needing to rush brought a slow smile to her lips. There was no reason for her to leave his side come morning, nowhere she had to rush to. They had all the time in the world.

“And what do you wish to learn first?”

At that she laughed softly and leaned up to nip gently, playfully, at his throat. Her voice low and husky in his ear, "I don't know where to begin darling husband, what are my choices?"

She smiled as she rocked back on her heels and looked up at him and didn't bother trying to hide the tenderness in her gaze that mingled with her passion and her honest curiosity about what he could, and would, teach her.

 

[cgraven]

“And what do you wish to learn first?”

At that she laughed softly and leaned up to nip gently, playfully, at his throat. Her voice low and husky in his ear,

"I don't know where to begin darling husband, what are my choices?"

Alex melted into Delery’s arms and he smile when she laughed, a little impish smile playing on her sweet lips.

“Well my dear we could teach you to please me with your mouth or we could play a little game.”

There was a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

“The game is where I blind fold you and then you must stand perfectly still as I remove your clothing, a simple little game really Alex, but as I say you may not move or….”

He paused and a smiled bowed his lips. Or say a word till your are naked. Just a simple little game.”

 

[caela]

Alex laughed softly at the game that Paul outlined. She knew there had to be a catch but it still sounded amusing. Then again so did the idea of learning to please him with her mouth as he'd already done for her. Still she was aware of what happened when his pleasure hit him and she didn't want to get anything on her dress so she grinned up at him with an impish smile.

"Can we do both? Play the game first and then you could teach me how to please you? What are the consequences if I move or speak?" she asked softly as she pressed into him. Even through the material of her gown her body yearned to be closer to his. If it were anything but her wedding dress she'd be eager for him to simply rip it from her but she wanted to save this dress, cherish it, maybe even pass it on to her own daughter if she had one someday.

"Or am I not supposed to be greedy and am only allowed to choose one option?"

 

[cgraven]

"Can we do both? Play the game first and then you could teach me how to please you? What are the consequences if I move or speak? Or am I not supposed to be greedy and am only allowed to choose one option?"

Delery smiled as Alex wantonly pressed her body closer to his that impish smile bowing her full ripe lips. His lips brushed hers in a sensually seductive kiss that he let linger with the promise of passion to come.

“You can be greedy Alex and have both tonight.”

Paul took his ravishing young bride to their wedding bedchamber a light silk scarf of midnight blue became the young brides blindfold. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

“Now remember Alex you may not move or speak lest I give you permission to.”

Then Delery swept back his brides golden flaxen hair, baring the nape of her neck, a sensual kiss and Paul was gone. Alex stood there in the dark silence of her blindfold the memory of his lips on her neck but nothing, not even a whisper of a sound. Then Delery was undoing the laces of her gown silk and satin sliding off Alex’s shoulders, cascading down her stunning young body, then fluttering down her legs to pool around her trim ankles. Delery lifted one foot the other and Alex stepped free of her wedding gown to stand blindfolded before her new husband in only her stockings, heels and her chemise. Then his touch was gone. Delery let Alex’s imagination play, her anticipation build, before he continued to sensually strip his bride.

 

[caela]

Alex grinned at being told that she could be greedy and followed him eagerly to their bedchamber. Her body was alread tight and thrumming with anticipation when he gently placed the blindfold over her eyes. This drew a whimper from her lips but she said nothing as his lips pressed to the nape of her neck and he disappeared.

She knew he was delighting in driving her mad and realized he hadn't told her the consequences if she moved or spoke. Her lips parted to ask but he was behind her undoing the laces of her gown and as it slid down her body the question was forgotten. She smiled when he lifted each foot to step out of her dress and couldn't help the shiver that ran through her at the warmth of his fingers through her stockings. How she wanted him and he'd barely touched her!

As he slowly divested her of her clothing her only movements were those he indicated, such as lifting her feet so that he could remove her stockings, or raising her arms so he could lift her chemis over her head. At last she stood before him naked and aching with only the blindfold covering any part of her. Her body taut and fingers just slightly twitching with the need to reach out and touch him.

 

[cgraven]

At last she stood before him naked and aching with only the blindfold covering any part of her. Her body taut and fingers just slightly twitching with the need to reach out and touch him.

Delery played his young bride’s body like a master, he knew her passions where burning with in her. She had remained still and quiet, and the pink glow that kissed her ivory skin confirmed her need.

“ Alex remove your blind fold and disrobe me.”

A devilish gleam twinkled in his eyes.

“And you can not use your hands my dear.”

 

[caela]

“And you can not use your hands my dear.”

Alex whimpered softly at his last comment. How was she supposed to removed his clothes without using her hands? Reaching up she slid the blindfold from her eyes and stared questioningly at him, her eyes curious as she moved around him. If she wasn't to use her hands that left only her mouth and how was she to lift his tunic with her teeth?

Sighing she came around him and simply stared. She recalled him telling her not to speak until given permission to and so she tilted her head and stared at his tunic, her look asking as obviously as if she'd spoken, How an I supposed to do this?

It never occured to her to break the rules he'd set or that his setting rules in the first place might be considered odd. Perhaps because she'd spent so much time at the Hellfire club, perhaps because her mother had never sat her down for the "wedding night" talk, it all seemed quite normal to her and she simply went with, and enjoyed Paul's lead.

 

[cgraven]

Sighing she came around him and simply stared. She recalled him telling her not to speak until given permission to and so she tilted her head and stared at his tunic, her look asking as obviously as if she'd spoken, How an I supposed to do this?

Delery saw the unspoken question in Alex’s eyes and his heart soared with pride that she had not spoken. He lifted her chin with a single finger his pride in her shinning in her eyes.

“I shall help you where it is impossible for you to do so with your mouth my sweet kitten.”

Delery sat and removed his boots and socks, her stripped off his coat and shirt, that left only his Breeches for Alex to remove and he knew the ravishing little beauty would have to sink t her knees in front of him to do so. The dark passions that stirred with in Delery’s breast grew stronger at the image of his young bride on her knees and he sighed as he rose and his lips claimed hers again. Paul broke that passionate kiss leaving Alex breathless. It was now time for her to do as he had commanded.

 

[caela]

“I shall help you where it is impossible for you to do so with your mouth my sweet kitten.”

Alex nearly purred at the pride she saw in his eyes and was glad that she hadn't spoken. That something so simple had pleased him and made him proud of her made her smile as she watched him take off those garments that she wouldn't be able to remove herself. When he was left in only his breeches and she realized that would be required of her she couldn't help the scarlet blush that colored her cheeks.

She would have sank to her knees before him then but he stood and before she could move his lips had claimed hers. With the softest of whimpers she melted against him, sinking into that kiss until he stepped away and she could only look up at him from glazed and hungry eyes.

Without a word she sank to her knees before him and studied the way his breeches were tied. The knot was simple enough and gently she tipped her head to her work. A soft growl filled her throat when she found it to be harder than it appeared and she knew she was clumsy and unskilled at this task. Still eventually the breeches were freed and sagged on his hips. Gently, so as not to nip his skin, she grasped the edges and worked them down over his hips until they fell into a puddle at his feet for him to step out of.

Unsure what to do next she simply remained where she was kneeling quietly at his feet.