The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux
Warning: a wedding night. Also a somewhat disturbing scene, but you will be the judge.
Wedding Night
Charles wanted the loud party group gone; Darcy, apologizing, told him they were leaving next day. Though they left during the afternoon to a neighboring estate, they came back. After the wedding breakfast, the newly married couple sat to visit with guests who would be staying that evening. Although Reggie's cousins and Peter's family would stay a few days, most guests left early afternoon. Charles was grateful Meredith's friends weren't there for dinner time.
Mary and Kitty had sent their regrets; the baby was fuzzy, and their mother was indisposed. Finally, it was time to retire.
Her uncle's wife gifted her a wedding nightgown. Instead of meters of fabric, the nightgown was a fairly fit empire chemise, after Paris' fashion, made from thin satin and lace. Lizzie decided to wear a modest dressing gown over it.
Her housemaid, Nancy, a niece of one of the tenants, helped her. The bathwater was perfumed with scented oils her uncle sold. Nancy brushed her hair, "Mr. Charles will be blinded; you're so pretty. Nancy assured her. She let Lizzie's long, unruly hair down, gleaming with health. Her eyes shone with happiness; Nancy was right, she was beautiful.
"I hope he finds me pretty; he liked Jane first. They all did, no wonder, Jane is the beauty." As usual, Lizzie put herself down.
"You're wrong, Miss Jane's beauty is common; yours is special. You look like nobody I've seen before. My da says you look like a fairy; he saw a couple when he was younger, near your da's house. He said one was the Fairy King. Now let me go; he is waiting," Nancy grinned.
"Tell your father, I believe him," Lizzie smiled; he had seen her father. It didn't occur to her Nancy's father had repeated the story a few times, and someone had paid attention.
Charles waited, standing by the door separating the rooms. He didn't want separate rooms, but to share rooms with her. He was a little upset with the loud guests; if they were not enough, eight more had arrived, uninvited. He had asked Darcy to ask them to leave. He assured him they would, next day.
Charles had a bath, his wet hair was just dried and combed. He wore linen britches and an open linen shirt, modish Indian nightclothes. He had been thinking about this moment since she accepted his proposal, so his state of arousal was obvious. He couldn't care, the night was too warm for a heavy dressing gown.
He came in and saw her sitting on the small couch; though, she stood when he came in. Surprisingly, he could see herclearly, as if it were daylight; maybe it was his imagination. Her hair was down, making him wish she kept it like that. His mouth was dry, looking at her, so he licked his lips. His cock jumped, but he said nothing, giving her the box he carried.
She was shy, noticing his arousal; since she felt much of the same, she looked away. He had only kissed her that one time and a chaste kiss after the wedding; she couldn't wait for the next kiss. In the box, she found a string of perfectly matched pearls and bobs.
"Let me help," Charles went behind her; all he wanted was to hold her, so as soon as he buttoned the pearls, his arm went around her waist, holding her backward, then he turned her around.
"My love," he pressed his hips against her, "what you feel is my desire," his hands went up while moving
hips slowly; his hand moved to her lush breasts. The room was silent but for their loud breathing; his other hand rolled her gown, uncovering her body, soon his hand was right above her thighs; he never stopped looking at her. When his hands touched her bare bum, his control waned.
He pulled her up, Lizzie was limber; without hesitation, she jumped and wrapped her legs around him. At once, knowledge filled her brain, her father told her he only had known one female, her mother. In his long life, he only felt desire for her. He told her all would come to her; it did.
Charles groaned, carrying her to bed, he sat on the edge. He helped her out her dressing gown. "Please stand up; I want to see you; it is fine; we are married."
Elizabeth did, looking at him with his tousled hair, his eyes full of desire and something else.
She stood, "Please turn around," Charles asked, "my love, you are a goddess." His eyes ran over her body, moving from her graceful neck, to her shoulders, down to her firm, high breasts, then to her narrow waist, to her flat stomach, to her round bum. He couldn't wait to see her body, he hoped she would let him. He wanted her night gown off.
He moved to stand up and pulled his top off, walking to her.
"Wait , " Lizzie said, she understood her gown should come off, and she slowly took it off; they were married, after all.
Charles cried when she took her gown off; he fell on his knees, without her gown she looked like a sculpture, maybe narrower. He wanted to learn her body with his mouth and his hands. He sat on his calves, pressing his mouth onto her belly. Putting his head against her naked body, kissed her belly and stood up, sliding his britches down. He breathed deeply wanting to memorize her scent.
"Don't be afraid, I want to be naked too." He wanted his skin against hers.
"I am not. May I look?" Lizzie smiled shyly.
"Please; do so." He couldn't believe his luck. His cock throbbed stuck to his belly.
She pulled back, both looking at each other. Charles noted her pebbled reddish-colored nipples. Her breasts were not as large as he had thought, but they were firm beauties; she had sparse body hair almost none. He noticed she was examining him with her mouth half-open. Right away, he wanted to be inside her, right then. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand and bit on it to drown his moans and cries.
She had been looking at his athletic body and looked lower. His arousal made her feel warm, very, but also made her wonder if what she knew were right, how would he fit. She had touched down there, and she was narrow. His phallus, the name from the books she perused, was dark and moving and seemed large; something glistened on the top. The idea of it inside her body made her want it right away if it weren't so large. She bit her lips, looking worried.
"It will be fine; darling, come here." He suspected why she worried. He coaxed her to come to him and stretched with her on the bed.
Charles knew, someone had come into his room and was spying. Probably William, let him. It gave Charles a bit of a thrill. He was a voyeur, but also liked someone watching; both have said the same. He had only done this with William. Let him be jealous. Had William waited, on this night, he could be learning each contour, each texture, delighted feeling her soft breasts, her pebbled nipples, her slender torso.
Charles' hands moved lower to her bum, round and firm. One hand moved further down until he touched her heated sex, already slick. He moved a little to catch a nipple on his mouth, sucking it gently; his body trembled with need.
In one move, Charles felt her warm moist entrance next to his cock. He moaned, wanting more. He touched her sex carefully, the slick entrance, slid his finger up and down . He thrust inside a little, and she cried, pressing, beckoning him; he couldn't wait. Slowly he opened her up, moving inside her, slowly; it had never felt this good.
"It will be fine, maybe a little pain but only the first time or so. Open my love, " he moved between her legs. He pressed slowly into her, looking at her face. He saw she wanted him as much as he did.
"I know," she whispered, "do it."
Surprisingly it was but a pinch. Charles kept whispering love words, as he thrust slowly,loved her. She fit like a tight glove around him, slick and warm; her channel contracted; she was climaxing with him.
It was over too soon. He thrust faster, her sex contracted around his cock, "My love, my Lizzie, yes, oh" his eyes blurred as his seed filled her, "my love, my wife."
Too soon Charles thought, but he had wanted her for a while, and waited for her. He smiled, she was asleep on his arm. He didn't move and fell asleep inside of her, while whispering love words. He woke up later on, when felt her move a little he was hard at once. Soon they were loving each other. He wished to stay awake, the night never to end. He went to sleep holding her bum and her breasts. It happened twice more, and, again, he fell asleep inside her. He loved her, his Lizzie. What a good day, a perfect day.
Intrusions
The spy was long gone, his eyes full of tears for what he never had. William could see Charles's body moving over her. Never before had William cried so much, not ever, but he was a broken man. He shouldn't be there so he left. He had forfeited his rights. Both Charles and him wanted the same; Charles had told him he didn't like her. He said with her, it would not be just the three of them, he had that feeling; he had been right.
As soon as he left, another entered the room. The other was angry; Elizabeth should be his. Damn, she had to be the pull. Finding one like her was an old dream; his spy had not been fast enough. He had known someone like her was around; he had many reporting unusual events. He heard what Nancy's father had said, and paid someone to report any unusual ladies. He felt the call for a while, but he had not been able to find her soon enough. He wanted to kill Charles and run away with her. She was so very lovely, plus all the other, his hands opened and closed; he wanted…he felt another presence and went into the shadows.
Meredith's wickedness and the Country Mouse-
Around early morning, someone opened the door of their room, drunks. They were asleep when Meredith and three friends came in, "The bed is occupied; maybe we can join them." Meredith had come into the room intentionally, as planned since the wedding. She stopped by the bed and reached for Lizzie and Charles. They woke that instance, "He is gifted, and she is lovely; it would be fun." Meredith said.
Albert, Caroline's husband, with his exceptional hearing, heard Meredith and was in Charles's room in seconds. "Out; please respect, out of here or else," he left no room for doubt; tall and fierce, he looked dangerous.
Meredith answered, "Ah, the country mouse's dark knight, no wonder they all cater to her; it is understandable, she is delicious." Albert had to control his anger when she licked her fingers. The drunks laughed and left. Meredith turned around and sent and air-kiss to Lizzie. Albert nearly hit her.
Elizabeth was shocked; the woman had touched them where they were joined. The woman caressed her down there, distressing Elizabeth. She had licked the fingers that touched her and blew her a kiss. Elizabeth was trembling, shocked.
Charles knew she was upset, so he asked Albert to stay. Albert looked away, and Lizzie got dressed. Caroline arrived and then Louisa, Lizzie was troubled; she trusted them so she told them what happened. She didn't understand why a woman had touched her; she felt violated.
The sisters were angry, dismayed, not knowing why Meredith had touched Lizzie. Albert heard them; he had seen what Meredith was doing; he could see perfectly in the darkened room. It had made him sick. He knew Lizzie had seen the awful woman touching her.
Her father wanted to kill Meredith; he had felt Lizzie's pain and heard the conversation. It was wrong. He had been busy with his beloved and allowed his child's pain. Many hid when they heard his anger. He gifted Albert, who had some of his people's blood from a time ago; now, Albert was more like him. Albert would help protect his child, while he would send more of his people to protect her.
He wanted to force his child to come, afraid he would do something awful to whoever else dared defile his beloved child. His kind only had one offspring, maybe two if lucky; but his magic would be the heir's and lost if anything happened to the heir.
"So sorry my dear sister, some women want other women, as husbands want their wives. Regardless, it is disgraceful to force your attention on anyone. They must leave. Lizzie, I will do whatever you wish; I mean whatever you want to." Albert was offering to kill them if she wanted. "I will be on the lookout, nothing like this will happen again." Albert sounded terribly sad. "We will stay here, my brother can tend the business; the other, we can do from here."
Charles asked Albert to stay in their room with his sisters. Reggie, Louisa's husband had heard what happened and wanted to kill Meredith Darcy. Albert talked him out of it. Her father heard, another protector, he also gifted Reggie.
Charles stormed into William's room, waking him up.
"William, they have to leave today. I am sorry to tell you that your wife came into our room with three others and tried to get into our bed. I cannot tolerate this. If that weren't bad enough, your wife reached down and touched us, you know, we were together. We were waking up, but it was too late, Lizzie is upset. She fondled Lizzie's body, down there; I am aghast." Charles paced the room, like a caged beast. William had never seen affable, congenial Charles displaying such anger. He was no longer a civilized member of the polite society; he was an angry primitive warrior whose beloved have been defiled.
Darcy's insides twisted, thinking of Charles loving Elizabeth, and he would have that right; but he was also angry. Meredith was unbelievable. Anger rose against his throat, tasting like bitter bile; he also wanted to hurt Meredith for upsetting Elizabeth. The Darcy and Fitzwilliams were warriors known for the savagery; some said they had supernatural abilities and would tear men with their hands, mouths, and feet. William's warrior was now awake. William wanted to tear Meredith with his own hands; he wanted to rip her apart. He made a vow to tell Aunt Catherine what happened, no matter if she got mad.
Darcy, put on a dressing gown, stopped to get Richard and went searching for his wife. "William, this cannot be tolerated, you need the best of solicitors. If Meredith were a man, I would kill her." William Darcy agreed.
They founde Meredith smoking opium in the conservatory. Her dress was nearly indecent; he could see part of her nipples. She sat allowing the men to look at her legs and further up; Darcy caught a clear view of her cunny. She laughed calling him a prude, and said they would be gone. Two asked to stay; they said they had made arrangements to be picked up in a day or two.
"Meredith, you cannot go back to Pemberley," William's voice was cold.
"You cannot stop me; all of you are nothing but prissy and puritanical party-poopers. I am a modern woman. You can do nothing against me." Meredith sneered, condescending.
"I can; if you go back, I will denounce you for infidelity, for sharing your bed with men and women. For the latter, you could go to prison. I have witnesses." William Darcy threatened her; he would do it.
She growled, "You don't deserve me. I will tell my godmother."
"Tell whoever, no wife of mine does what you did. To be truthful, I don't know anybody that would do what you did. Going into our hosts' room and, I cannot even say it. I already sent an express to prevent you going into my homes. Your things are being shipped to your parents' home. The solicitor will take care of returning your dowry. The same applies for the London townhouse or any of properties, stay away. I will ask for an annulment. I can; the clause was in the settlement; in three years, you haven't produced an heir. Frankly, I won't ever touch you again." William gritted his teeth.
"I don't care; my parents were right; you are a proud bore." She tapped her lip and pointed at Darcy. She knew what to say to hurt him and was going to do just that.
A/N Although schocking, the reaction to what Meredith did, might have not made so many so angry if it were today; at least not to want to kill Meredith, or who knows. Talking from my own life, someone dear to me was molested by a man while she waited for a bus; it happened so fast, she was frozen in place. She is still traumatized. Meredith is a spoiled rich young woman who is used to behave as she wishes, too bad.