The wedding was to be the following week, which allowed time for Elizabeth to recover her health. She had gained most of the weight she had lost and through several nights of retiring early, her complexion had been restored. Her mental state, however, took longer than had been expected and a full week had gone by before she was able to bid Darcy goodbye, at the end of the day, without a reaction. She was well enough when in his presence, however, as soon as he took his leave, Elizabeth pleaded with him to stay, she did not wish for him to be out of her sight. By the eve of the wedding day, Elizabeth was stable enough to not fear his departure, it may well have been that this was the last day that she would have to say goodbye to him as for tomorrow she would be sharing his bed.

29th May 1812

Darcy was desperate for this day to arrive, the day he finally was able to take Elizabeth into his arms and know that she was his. The ceremony was simple and the guests were few, but that did not hinder the day, for he only had eyes for his beloved.

"Are you worried about tonight, darling," Darcy whispered in his wife's ear as they sat at the head table during the wedding breakfast.

"Yes, for I am not sure what is going to happen, mother did not talk to me last night," came an equally soft reply.

"What?" Darcy exclaimed, which drew attention from the guests. He smiled and nodded at Elizabeth in the hopes that the guests would think she had told him something humorous and not shocking. "You mean to say your mother did not sit down with you and tell you your wifely duties?"

"No, she said that as Lydia had told me first, there was little point in repeating herself. But I am worried that Lydia's account is untrue, mother was not there to know what she said and only assumed it to be the truth."

"Do you wish for me to tell you? We can go to your room and have a private conversation, there is also something else I wish to do," he said with a grin.

"William, I will not consummate the marriage in my childhood bed, which so happens to be Jane's bed," she chastised.

"I do not wish to take you, that is for tonight, in our bed. I had a moment of clarity this morning and had an idea, which will alleviate certain issues, which would otherwise cause you great worry tonight."

Elizabeth was intrigued now at what her new husband had in mind. "Fine, but if I do not like it, I will stop you. How are we to remove ourselves without being seen?"

"After we have dined and the music starts, you can retreat to your room, I will follow you ten minutes later, which room is yours?"

"I will tie my handkerchief around the doorknob, you will see it immediately, when you come up the stairs."

An hour later and Elizabeth had gone to her room, Darcy watched the clock for the ten minutes allowance and then made his apologies to remove himself to use the privy. On ascending the stairs, he saw Elizabeth's room ahead of him. He took the handkerchief from the knob and placed it in his waistcoat pocket and entered the room, locking the door behind him. There, his wife was sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard, with a worried expression on her face. "Do not fret so Lizzy, I told you I will not take you here," he said as he came to sit by her on the bed.

"So what is it that Lydia told you? I can then tell you if she is right."

"Well… Oh, this is rather embarrassing."

"If you find talking about it embarrassing, how are you going to be tonight," he laughed, "You can say whatever you want to me, I will not judge you on your words."

"Fine, Lydia said that you place your… Erm?… member? into me, somewhere between my legs and that there is movement and you expel some sort of liquid. But I cannot believe that is the case, it is all too bizarre to be the truth."

Darcy smiled, "I am sorry to say, that she is spot on, but she has said it in a rather vulgar, lacklustre way. There is so much more to it than just the act, there are the caresses for example, like how we were in my bedchambers at Netherfield Hall, you enjoyed that, didn't you?" At this Elizabeth nodded. "Well, there is so much more that we can experience. Tongues are a good way to caress, it is not only hands, which can give pleasure."

Elizabeth gasped at the thought of tongues being used, but then remembered how his mouth felt on her breast, how pleasurable that had been. "Where do you use your tongue?" she whispered, not wishing to hear her question.

"Anywhere and everywhere, but especially your mouth, bosom and between your legs," he chuckled at his wife's sudden stiffening of her body. "Your tongue also will give me great pleasure, for it will feel heavenly when you take me into your mouth and suck."

"No! I cannot think how that can be pleasant for either of us."

"Lizzy, do not dismiss it before you have even tried it." Darcy pondered for a moment on his next request, "I wish to do something, as I said earlier, that will ease your tensions tonight."

Elizabeth froze with a wide-eyed expression on her face, her courage had abandoned her at such a time. "You know that what I have to do will hurt you, don't you?" Elizabeth nodded. "I do not wish for you to be in such pain, when it is supposed to be a time for pleasure, so I thought I would break your barrier now, before we leave." Elizabeth gasped, she had not realised he was about to suggest such an act, when all the guests were downstairs.

Elizabeth managed to find her voice and worded her concerns, "You cannot take me here, whatever will the guests think, they will realise what we are doing."

"They will not, no-one knows we are up here and it will not take that long and I can return downstairs before you, if you wish to rest afterwards. If we make a noise I doubt they will hear us over the quartet your mother insisted on hiring."

"How do you intend to do that, if you are not to take me completely?"

"With this," Darcy said as he held up his hand and wiggled his fingers. "I can break it with my fingers, it will also mean that I will be in more control and take it gently. If I wait until tonight, I fear that I may lose my control and hurt you with my vigorous actions," he said as a slight hue of blush spread across his face.

"What about the blood? I am likely to bleed and I am wearing a white wedding dress."

"Do you have something you can sit on? Something we can take with us so no-one sees it here? I can also put that in our bed tonight so that it is evidence of our consummation."

"I have a shawl I was going to leave, but suppose we can use that, everything else is packed in the trunks, which are downstairs."

Elizabeth sat in contemplation for a few moments, she could see the benefits to this act, as it would be one less thing to worry about, but could she do this, in her room? At that moment, Darcy bent forward and tilted her head to face him. "I will be gentle and if you do not wish to carry on I will stop. I will start off by caressing you, so that you are for a better word, in a state of heightened pleasure, this will take your mind off of the pain."

"What do I have to do?"

"We need to make sure you are comfortable," he said as he stood up, he removed his cuff links, rolled his sleeves up and grabbed hold of the shawl that was sitting on the ottoman. "Stand and pull your skirts up and sit down once I place the shawl down, you may leave the front of your skirts down for the moment, if you feel more comfortable with that."

Elizabeth proceeded to hitch up the back of her skirts, Darcy held his breath when he saw her peachy bottom appear and exhaled as soon as she sat back down. "Lizzy, you are so beautiful, I cannot wait to get you home," he said as he sat back down beside her. "Now place your right leg across my lap, so that your thigh rests across my legs and lean into my embrace," he said as he put his left arm around her waist and pulled her towards his side with her head against his shoulder. Elizabeth's movements were such that her skirt had now risen up past her knees and stopped at her thigh.

They sat for a moment, gazing into each others eyes, Darcy brought his lips down to meet hers and the kiss that followed was nothing like Elizabeth had experienced before. She had kissed him in the past several weeks, but they had mostly been chaste and when there was any degree of passion, their mouths had been closed. Now her husband's lips had nudged hers apart and his tongue had invaded her mouth, playing a merry dance with hers. His breathing hitched and Elizabeth found herself pulling him into a tighter embrace, her right arm managing to wrap itself around his back and her left was about his neck, pulling him to her. Suddenly, she felt a hand at her knee, he slowly moved his fingers up her leg and in doing so, hitched up the front of her skirts even more, making her gasp for air, "Darling, I…"

"Hush my love, everything is as it should be," Darcy bade her softly as he continued. His hand moved to the inside of her thigh, where he ran the tips of his fingers around her unveiled skin in a circular motion. Elizabeth felt an odd tingle, which quickly evolved into a pulling sensation from the spot he so happened to be caressing, to the depths of her core. Elizabeth's breathing was now such that she felt a great chance that her bosom would burst from her stays. He found her lips once more and gave her gentle kisses moving across her lips, cheeks and to her neck. Elizabeth was gasping for air, her head flopped back onto his shoulder, as she absorbed the titillating sensations that was flooding her body, she was full of desire and at the mercy of her husband, who at that point made contact with her pudenda. Elizabeth flinched, but did not open her eyes, her breathing was now laborious and she felt as though she would faint, if she were to become even more breathy.

Darcy pulled his eyes down away from her face to her body, passed her heaving bosoms, along the folds of fabric of her dress and finally came to a stop at her woman hood. He felt his appendage twitch once more at the sight of her femininity, his yard was beginning to become painful, as it strained against the tight fabric of his breaches. He wanted nothing more than to release the animal from its cage and allow it to feast on the delights that was before him, but he knew he could not. His fingers run up and down her crease a few times before he parted her, he could see her fleshy nub, swollen and wet from her slow build up of pleasure, his fingers moved forward and made contact with her most sensitive spot and she groaned.

"How do you feel?" he whispered, as he gently stroked her. Elizabeth responded with another groan, she managed to open her eyes with a flutter and gazed momentarily into his, which were now transfixed on her face. However, she could not speak, for fear she would cry out her answer. "I take it that you find it all rather satisfactory," he said and she nodded her silent reply. "Darling, I am going to move further down, please try to relax," Darcy said as his fingers moved from her nub, down into her lips and massaged the entrance to her core. Elizabeth stiffened at the sensation, but relaxed somewhat when Darcy bid her to calm. He pushed his middle finger into her ever so gently, only pushing it up into her as far as the barrier would permit. He moved his finger around in a circular motion, allowing his wife to acclimatise to the new sensation, then he pushed it in further and felt a slight give. Elizabeth cried out, but it was not loud, he noticed she had bitten her bottom lip to stifle her reaction, so that the guests would not hear her cry. He pulled his finger out and noticed a small amount of blood, he pushed it back into her and continued to the circular motions. "Darling, I think it is only partly done, I will take it slowly, but will go no deeper until you give me a sign that you wish to continue." Elizabeth nodded and Darcy found her nub once more with his thumb and as he gently teased her core he massaged her spot, almost bringing her back to the trance like state she was in not minutes before.

"Now," came an almost inaudible whisper. On hearing this, Darcy pushed a second finger into her, making her cry out once more. Again, he let her calm down and waited for her to give him consent to proceed further. Another soft command came from his wife's lips, so he pushed a third finger into her. This time he bent down and kissed his wife fully on the lips, so stifling her response. He was now able to push all three fingers into her core, as far as they would go.

He stretched her entrance and noticed she did not cry out in any real pain, so came to understand that the act was done. He did not remove his fingers, but stopped his ministrations. He rested there for a few moments before he spoke, "Lizzy, I think it is done," he said as he watched her breathing return to a more calm state. "How do you feel?"

"I do not know, painful at times, mostly sore, but above all I felt like I was in heaven."

Darcy smiled, "I think we have got past the worst part. Although you will be sore for a day or two, it will not be near as painful as you just experienced. It is done and I must say with little blood," he said as he took his hand out of her to show her.

"William! Is that all from me?"

"Yes, it was to be expected, do not worry Lizzy," Darcy said, as he managed to grab the flask of water he had brought up with him and used her handkerchief to clean his hand, after which he proceeded to clean his wife.

"William! I can do that," she chastised.

"It is fine, I can do it, I did this to you it is only fair I should clean up after myself," he chuckled. "You have a beautiful fanny."

Elizabeth's hands flew up to cover her face, for his words were not that of a gentleman. "Lizzy, I have just invaded the most private area of your body and you are ashamed that I said the word, fanny?" he laughed. At his words, Elizabeth removed her hands from her face and just gazed at her husband's jovial expression.

"I am not disturbed at you term, I just didn't expect it to come from your lips, but it sounded quite… pleasant. Does that make me wanton?"

"Of course it does not, it makes you open minded, which is good," he smiled.

"I am in for many revelations tonight, am I not?"

"Yes, you are my love, and all will be glorious."

After Darcy removed himself from her room, to return to the festivities, Elizabeth ensured that all traces of blood were removed. She did not know if she would start bleeding again, so decided to use one of her rags, which were employed during her courses, to ensure she did not have an accident in the carriage. She noticed the shawl on her bed, but did not know how she was to get it downstairs, the only thing she could think of was to wrap and pin it around her middle, under her dress. She noticed that there were a few smears of dried blood, but nothing that would spread onto her dress, so she felt safe that it would not be detected.

It was getting towards late afternoon and the newlyweds took their leave after saying their farewells. Elizabeth knew that they would be returning for her sister's wedding in August, so she did not feel so sad in moving such a distance. She did not however, feel any amount of sadness to be leaving her parents, she hoped that someday she could forgive them, but it was still raw and hurt her every time she thought of it. Darcy was relieved to finally take her away from the mayhem at Longbourn. No wonder that nobody noticed how his wife had deteriorated, for the house was in permanent chaos.

Georgiana was so pleased for her brother, she had met Elizabeth the previous day, when she came to Hertfordshire, and knew that they would get along very well as their temperaments, although different, did compliment one another. It had been agreed that she was to stay for a couple of weeks with her aunt and uncle at Matlock and then return to school. It would not be until July, when term broke for summer, that she would return to Pemberley, into the bosom of her family.

They climbed into the plush interior of the Darcy carriage, that awaited them outside the house at Longbourn. Elizabeth sat in the front facing seat and Darcy followed her, sitting down beside her after he had dis-robed of his tailcoat. "I hope you do not mind my removing my coat, it is rather warm and I do not think I could do the journey well. May I sit next to you, darling."

"I do not mind in the slightest, I must admit that I will find your closeness rather beneficial to my wellbeing," she chuckled.

Darcy sat down beside her and took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles gently, but then his expression dropped, "Did you pick up the shawl?"

"Yes, do not panic, I have it, although I had trouble on smuggling it out, I had to contend with wrapping it around myself, I will have to remove it, once we are on the open road, for I cannot bear to wear it for any duration of time, I am so hot!"

As they were swallowed up into the countryside, Darcy took it upon himself to draw the drapes to the carriage, so that Elizabeth had privacy whilst she removed the shawl. Pulling her skirts up, Darcy witnessed his wife unwrapping her body, like a gift at Christmas, his eyes only caught a glimpse of what was to come later that evening, but as Elizabeth wished for him not to see her bareness, she quickly pulled her skirts down, so the only site he saw was a flash of skin.

"Are you teasing me, Mrs Darcy? I was expecting to at least have another peak at your femininity."

"Please hold your control, for it will be all the more enjoyable, when you do eventually have your way with me," she said in such a way, it made Darcy groan.

Elizabeth was sitting at her dressing table, watching Hannah, her maid, brush out her hair.

"Would you like me to braid your hair, ma'am?"

"No Hannah, I think I will wear it loose. Do you know where my nightwear is, I am sure I packed it in that trunk," she stated pointing at the now empty trunk in the corner of the room."

"I have put all your clothes away, Mr Darcy has requested that you wear what I have put out on the bed."

Elizabeth looked over at the bed and noticed there was no gown, "Where is the nightgown?"

"Sir did not wish for you to wear one, he only stated a robe," she blushed.

"Oh! That is all rather embarrassing, I am sorry Hannah if you find this all too…. odd?" Elizabeth said, not knowing what to call it other than wanton. "Are you married?"

"Yes ma'am, have been for a couple of years now. I am married to Edward, one of the footmen at Pemberley."

"That is good, I am glad you are married, I do not need to hold my tongue, when it comes to matters of husbands and their ways," she chuckled.

Elizabeth dismissed her maid before dressing. She walked over to the bed, but as she did, a wicked thought crossed her mind, so Mr Darcy, you wish for me to come to you with nothing on but this robe? Well, two can play at that game and you are in for a shock. Giggling to herself at the thought, she dropped the bath sheet that was wrapped around her naked body and made her way to the connecting door to the sitting room.

As she opened the door, she moved into the dim light, her husband had been sitting on the settee, waiting for her. He shot to his feet, but stood frozen for a few moments, taking in her fine form, which was illuminated by the brighter light of her bedchambers. His eyes wandered across her body, down her slender neck to her ample bosom, which was heaving with desire. Elizabeth could feel his gaze most intensely, it only served to heighten her own reaction and her head tilted back slightly as she let out a breathy moan, whilst she absorbed the atmosphere around her. Rolling her head to the side, she opened her eyes to find her husband had moved closer to her, although he was not touching her. "Dear god! I have died and gone to heaven!" he exclaimed, "I am too afraid to touch you, in case you disappear before my very eyes, like a burst bubble."

Elizabeth could see that his yard had been aroused, as she witnessed a slight movement from that region and so making the fabric of his robe shift. She surmised that his arousal was indeed in bloom. "I am sure you can find it in yourself to touch, caress and make love to me. I come to you willingly and am yours for the taking, I will not vanish."

Pulling her to him, his eyes continued to eagerly drink in her appearance. Nervously, he cupped both his hands to the sides of her head and brought his lips to hers. Soft was his touch, but it quickly evolved into a deep passionate caress, the delights of his soft wet tongue, as it flicked and danced its way around hers, was all it took for her to fling her arms about his neck. It was such now that she stood there, on the tips of her toes, allowing the full length of her stretched body to rest against his. Darcy cried out at the sensation, "God! I can feel your fanny rub against my cock!" but on realising what he had said, he apologised to his wife for using such profanities.

"Do not apologise, I loved how you just spoke, I told you how pleasant it sounded and it made me tingle," she said as she bit his ear, "Do not hold back with your filthy mouth," she whispered gently.

"Ah! I do not think this is going to be tender at all." He said as she bit his earlobe and run a trail of kisses across his cheek. He could still feel her on his boy and she took delight every once in a while in rubbing herself there, deliberately. "I did hope that I would be caring and gentle with you, but you are making the animal in me come alive." His hands wandered from her back, down to her peachy bottom and grasped the flesh in each hand and pulled her ever more closer to him. Elizabeth took the opportunity to lift one leg and wrap it around him and then the other, so that she was being supported by his hands on her rump. There, she proceeded to rub her core against him, hoping that the friction would rid her of the itch she had burning inside of her. The groan that came from Darcy's mouth was so loud that even he was shocked at its volume, which startled him back to some sense of reality.

"I need to kiss your fanny. Lord! I need to taste you!" he demanded, so moved them both to his bedchambers and lay her down on the bed. Darcy had his wife pinned beneath him, her legs were still wrapped around his waist with a vice like grip. He moved down her body, kissing her soft supple skin as he went, but stopped at her pert breasts, in order to pay particular attention to the little hard nubs that had formed. As soon as his lips sucked on the hardened skin, Elizabeth let out a cry. Her legs released their hold of his torso and flopped down either side of him, spread out, awaiting her husband's oral caresses. All ghastly thoughts of earlier, as to what he was about to do had now disintegrated, leaving only desire.

He was nearly at her core, her scent was beginning to fill his nostrils, such an intoxicating smell, "Hell, Lizzy, my boy is twitching at your essence." Darcy plunged his face into her succulent lips and began to lick around her pleasure nub, at the front of her mound, making her whimper and groan.

His fingers earlier had her in such a state, but his tongue was a vast improvement. "You were not wrong on your words earlier, for your tongue is a far better tool for this job, do not stop." Darcy did not wish to reply, as he would have to break away from her, so groaned his reply into her wet skin, this sent a shock-wave through Elizabeth's body, as the vibration of his voice had reverberated though her core. On seeing this, Darcy chuckled as he continued to administer his caresses, but this also had yet another impact on her body.

The sound of his lapping filled Elizabeth's thoughts, her juices started to flow to Darcy's delight, for he was able to lick them from her with gust and so fed his carnal thirst. He could sense from her reactions that she was building to the point of no return, her legs started to tremble, and on that sign he moved quickly into position and thrust himself into her, growling at the same time. Elizabeth gasped at the sensation, it did not hurt, but the fullness of his yard inside of her was not unlike any feeling she had before, not even his fingers from earlier could compare.

"Ah! You are so tight! I do not think I am going to last long!" he cried out as he thrust into her repeatedly. Elizabeth's hips started to buck up to meet his on each movement and it was not long before she squeezed him so hard with her involuntary spasms. He could do nothing but still within her warmth and take pleasure in the feelings of her femininity massaging his boy, which sent him over the edge with a growl as he emptied himself into her.

Darcy did not move for a few moments, allowing their breathing to slow. Regaining some sort of reasoning as to what just happened, Darcy asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, I am fine tiger," she smiled.

"Tiger?" he said with a cocked brow, "So you like the animal in me?"

"Yes, but I am sure I will love the caring tender lover that I know you can be."

"You do realise that I had a lovely evening planned out with champagne, but on seeing you as you were when you came to me, just stirred me so much. I am a lucky man to have you, my dearest loveliest Elizabeth." They lay there in each others arms until Darcy could feel himself begin to stir again, the rest of the night was spent in a more gentle fashion, until both were sated, then exhaustion took over and they drifted off to sleep.