I put a warning on the first chapter that I likely should have put there before, but I will add one here as well, in case some do not see it. This story will be NOTHING like my other stories. It is smut, with a slight plot. Yes, there will be some relations between Darcy and his cousin. It would have been seen as wrong back then, not because they were related, but because they were both men. Remember that LC wanted Darcy to marry his cousin and in Mansfield Park, cousins did marry. Also, they might be a bit OOC. Maybe not, though, because I can see Darcy doing just about anything for Pemberley and its people.
Basically, I am bi and I am writing this for me. I hope others enjoy it too, but I just wanted to write it. If this is not your thing, that is fine. I really don't need reviews about it not being your thing.
To the person who said this seems very similar to another story, I just looked up that story and read it. It is a little similar, but I had not read it before this. I am not copying them, and I hope it is different enough that no one will think I am. As you said, sometimes great minds think alike. I have read other stories where there was a poly relationship between the three of them.
This will be eventually published on Amazon, but under a different name, Rosemarie Thorson. Mainly because my family and some of my co-workers know my pen name Clarissa Joy Thomas. While they still might find this, the likelyhood of them making the connection is lesser.
Looking at the calendar, Elizabeth said to Darcy, "It is the correct week."
He pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her middle, and kissed her neck. "Shall we begin now?"
Elizabeth laughed and pushed him away. "Richard is expecting us to arrive soon have breakfast together. What will he think if we do not appear?"
"That I have the most beautiful wife in all of England, and I wish to enjoy her this morning before breakfast."
A giggle escaped Elizabeth's lips as she felt herself sink into Darcy's arms in a state of ease. She could not deny him when he was like this, nor did she want to. His hands roamed up to her bosom, massaging her softness through her nightdress. She gasped as he pinched one of her nipples. She moaned softly as she felt the evidence of his ardour against her back.
With a tremendous effort, Darcy detached himself from his wife for a moment, swiftly disposing of his nightshirt on the floor before swiftly returning. His lips curved upwards when he saw her struggling to untangle herself from her nightdress, yet the buttons on the back were too far away for her to reach. He disliked this particular nightdress, as the ties and buttons never allowed for easy access to her breasts.
"Allow me," he said.
With gentle fingers, he carefully undid each of the small cloth-covered buttons and untied the small bows before swiftly pulling the smooth silk garment over her head. Elizabeth's body trembled as the cold air rushed across her skin. Darcy chuckled and told her that she would be warm soon enough.
Darcy whirled her around to face him, gazing at her naked form with admiration. Even after five years, he still delighted in this moment before their intimacy. His wife was the object of his adoration and he believed her to be the most stunning creature alive. She could feel her cheeks blush as her eyes met his before gazing upon his body. He was not an indolent landlord. Darcy worked tirelessly for his people. Only the previous day, he had been out with the servants and tenants in the fields, digging ditches from dawn until dusk, with the ground still damp from the recent flooding. This, combined with the riding, fencing, and other gentlemanly activities, made for a very fine physique indeed.
She ran her hands over his stomach muscles, following the trail of hair down to just above his member. Darcy let out a hiss as her hands lightly brushed through his hair without fully touching him.
"Minx," he groaned.
Elizabeth's face lit up in a grin as she bounded onto the bed, her laughter filling the room with joy. Darcy followed close behind her, landing on the bed just inches away from her. She laughed as he buried his head in her breasts and squeezed her bottom. One of his hands left her bottom and found her centre. He used his fingertips to spread her open, sinking a finger inside of her to moisten his fingers before beginning to rub her nub.
Elizabeth moaned in pleasure and buried her head in his neck as his long fingers massaged her most needy spot. He moved his hand in time to the movement of her hips, using small circles and slowly increasing the pressure until she was gasping and clawing at his back as she found her release.
"Hmmm, I think you are ready for me," Darcy murmured as he lifted and turned her body so she was lying on her back.
Her voice had completely deserted her, so she just nodded. She reached up and touched the velvety skin of his member, making Darcy moan before he batted her hand away and positioned himself at her centre. Instead of pushing into her, he grabbed her hips and guided her onto his lap as his member entered her quim. He kept his hold on her hips, gripping her firmly as he moved her back and forth on his member. She pushed herself up on her elbows, using her arms to assist in his moving her as he slammed into her again and again.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her, and she pouted, for she had been quite enjoying that position. He smiled and repositioned himself, so he was able to use gravity to his advantage and gain deeper entry. She let out a moan of pleasure as he filled her completely. She ground her hips against him as he plunged into her over and over, his pelvis rubbing against her nub as he did so.
She arched against him as her release overtook her and her vision went hazy. She called out his name before biting his shoulder so Richard would not hear them if he was still in his room down the hall. Darcy began to move with more fervour abruptly, letting go of his restraint now that she had found her pleasure. Elizabeth felt his seed as his thrusts slowed, a warmth filling her as she pressed against him. After one deep, languid kiss, he pulled out of her, and his seed began to drip out.
"How is this going to work? Mr. Redding says I am supposed to lie abed for a half hour after coupling to ensure the seed does not run out so quickly, but I don't want to be rude to our guest."
"We will couple later again and every day this week," said Darcy with a smile. "You should get dressed and come down to breakfast with me."
Elizabeth agreed. She was hungry and did not wish to be rude, even if their guest was a relation.
Two weeks later, Elizabeth looked down at her bloodstained rag in disgust before throwing it angrily into the pail designated for such things. It had been five years since she and Darcy wed, but still she had not become with child even once. Meanwhile, Jane and Lydia each had two children and Jane was expecting again. She was happy for them. Truly, she was. Lydia may not have been the most ideal mother, but she was bettering herself now that her husband had passed away. His influence was not good for her, or anyone, really. Nevertheless, Martha and George were delightful children who were doing well, even though most of their care was provided by servants whose wages the Darcys and Bingleys paid.
Elizabeth went to the calendar and marked off the days of her courses with a pencil, before calculating the dates when it would be ideal to conceive. She couldn't help but laugh when she noticed the date was on Darcy's birthday. Mayhap they could lie abed all day to celebrate, or even go somewhere for a short holiday. It might be beneficial for her to take the waters in Bath or to go sea-bathing. She did not know if such things benefitted women who are barren. She could ask Mr. Redding, the physician they had been consulting.
"Mrs. Darcy?" Elizabeth's lady's maid, Polly, entered the room and gave a curtsey while apologising for entering without permission. Elizabeth had not heard her knock; she had been so lost in her thoughts.
"Yes, Polly?"
"You asked me to inform you when Mr. Darcy had returned, and he has, madam. He is still in the stables, I think, but I imagine he will be in soon."
"Thank you, Polly. Please tell him that I will be waiting for him in my study."
"Very good, Madam," said Polly, giving a curtsey and departing to obey her orders.
Elizabeth ensured that her attire was in order before going down to her study. It adjoined to the master's study and had often before been the site of trysts during the day. Menus for dinner parties never held much appeal when Darcy was at hand. Besides, if she did not submit the menus on time, the cook would simply make something that she knew would please. Even if she didn't go through every menu, there would still be dinner.
She entered her study and sat down at the desk. Not knowing how long it would be before Mr. Darcy would come to her, she began to tend to her correspondence. He had been at Rosings' Park, the estate of Miss de Bourgh, Darcy's cousin. Ever since her twenty-fifth birthday, the estate had been hers, but only recently had Miss de Bough got up the courage to send her mother to the dower house. As Lady Catherine had taught her daughter very little, always believing her too weak and ill for anything more than a walk in the gardens, Mr. Darcy often had to assist with little matters at Rosings'.
It had been a week since Elizabeth had seen Darcy. She had missed him. Evidently, he had missed her as well, for it was not more than a half hour before he joined her in her study. His freshly washed hair was dripping onto his shirt, and the fabric was sticking to his skin as he changed into nothing more than a shirt and trousers.
"You summoned me, Mrs. Darcy?" asked he.
"I did." She rose and went to him, wrapping her arms about him, not caring that her dress was getting wet. "I missed you," she said into his chest.
"I missed you as well." He closed his eyes as he rested his head atop hers, the delicate scent of her perfume filling his senses. He had been counting the days since he had last seen her, aching for her presence. He had not been able to spend more than a few hours with his Elizabeth since Lady Matlock's ball, which was nearly two weeks ago.
Elizabeth could feel the warmth and sweetness of Darcy's lips as they lightly caressed her forehead. He reached behind him, and she heard the loud click of the door lock, making sure no one would intrude.
"Darcy," she groaned, "we cannot. I have my courses."
Despite the sigh of disappointment that escaped his lips, he still went over to the chair and cradled her into his lap, embracing her in his arms.
"I'm sorry," said she.
"You have nothing to feel sorry for. I can wait a few days. I am content to hold you for now." His gentle kisses on her face and hands felt like a balm, and his eyes shone with delight at the sight of her after so much time apart.
"I did not mean that," Elizabeth replied as Darcy nuzzled into her neck. "I am not with child."
"You need never apologise for that," said Darcy firmly. "While I dislike the idea of Pemberley going to Harold Darcy, I would never blame you."
"It is my fault, though. I cannot help but think that if you had married elsewhere that you would have two or three sons by now."
"I do not believe it is your fault at all. In fact, the fault most likely lies with me."
"What do you mean?"
"Lord and Lady Matlock were at Rosings' as well. We were talking one evening, and they mentioned the illness that made Anne so ill. It was mumps, which caused swelling in her brain and in her organs, that made her so ill. She was an infant when it happened. I was a little older, but I became very ill as well. I vaguely recall it, but I did not realise the implications until my aunt discreetly mentioned later that I had swelling in my balls during the illness. She was not there, but as I was the only son, my mother had been concerned, as it can cause problems siring an heir."
"Oh," Elizabeth said softly.
"So you see, I doubt it is you. Your mother has five children. Your aunts all have several. Jane and Lydia have children. It is me."
"Why did the doctor never ask us about this before?" asked Elizabeth.
"Most doctors will not ask such a thing of a man, as they fear offending us. Men are much more sensitive in that area than ladies," Mr. Darcy replied ruefully.
"Then we shall never have an heir. But what of Georgiana? She will not marry! We cannot make her, as she is so very content with Miss Hannah," said Elizabeth. "So Pemberley will pass to your scoundrel of a cousin."
"It certainly will, if there is no other heir from either you or my sister. I dislike the idea, as he will certainly drain the estate and abuse the people. I can only hope that he will leave Mr. Dennis in place as the steward, mitigating some of the ill-effects."
"But there is no remedy? We could speak with Mr. Redding. Surely there must be something that can help."
"I fear that there is not. I went to town after Rosings', so I might call on Mr. Hadden. He said he would do research and ask his colleagues, but I very likely cannot sire a child. You should not worry, my love, for your future. You shall never be out in the hedgerows. Darcy House is not part of the entail, and you have fifty thousand pounds of your own."
"I know, Darcy. Thank you for ensuring my future is secure. I should hate to become like my mother was when I was a child, complaining of her nerves and dreading the day that my father passed — not for the sadness of the loss, but for our security."
"Has your mother been saying things to you again about not doing 'your duty?'" asked Darcy.
"As always. She has a great deal of advice. It does not bother me overly much, as it all sounds quite absurd. I shall not stop eating fruit or sleep with my feet facing north and uncovered. That sounds like a good way to get scurvy and take a chill."
Darcy laughed in response. He was uncertain if the advice Elizabeth had mentioned was truly what her mother had said, but he would not doubt it. In the last letter he had seen, she advised them to only have relations three times a month, in order to not crowd the womb. He did not know what crowding the womb meant exactly, but it sounded like something that would assist in reproduction, not hinder it. He knew Mrs. Bennet was only trying to help, but her letters were absurd.
Elizabeth interrupted his thoughts with a kiss. He smiled and sat back, allowing her to take over the moment. He ran his hands up and down her sides as she wiggled atop him, exploring his mouth with her tongue. He felt himself stir beneath her, and she wiggled, only making him harder.
"Elizabeth," he groaned, "you shall torture me if you continue. It is not fair to do this when I cannot have you."
She pulled back from the kiss and smiled wickedly at him, before grinding her buttocks harder onto his lap. His member did not care that she had her courses. It responded to her movements. He groaned again, but couldn't force himself to stop her.
She left his lap, and he feared she was leaving him in a state of arousal. She wasn't that cruel, though. She knelt down in front of him and her hands brushed the fabric of his trousers as she unbuttoned them. His member responded even to these light touches, eager for her after so long.
His eyebrows flew up to his hairline. This was something she had never done before, except in anticipation of the marital act. She clutched his shirt, struggling to yank it free of his trousers. It was of no use, for it was too long and was tucked beneath him.
He instructed her to make some space for him to stand. She watched him as he yanked the shirt out of his trousers and over his head, casting it aside before he settled back in his seat. She gave him a look of admiration, but then shifted her gaze to his trousers. She gave them a hard pull, and Darcy realised he should have removed them as well. He lifted his hips, which allowed her to lower them and free his member for her.
Already, a hint of moisture was visible at the tip, glistening in the light. Elizabeth leaned forward and licked it away, eliciting a moan from Darcy. He buried his fingers in his wife's hair as she took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. His member responded with eagerness, growing firmer and straighter as she lapped at him. She wrapped her hand around the base of his member, holding it steady while she slid her mouth further down it.
His head lolled back against the chair, eyes fluttering closed as he enjoyed the sensations. He might prefer Elizabeth's quim, but what she was doing with her lips and her tongue was magic. He knew, after a week of being away from her and with such stimulation, that he would not last long.
She moved her hand from the base, taking him more fully into her mouth. She cupped his balls with her hand, while the other was against his thigh, supporting her as she moved.
"Dear God, Elizabeth," he cried out. "I'm going to spend!"
He felt her nod, but she did not stop. She moved faster, much as she would when she was atop him. His hands moved of their own volition as his release came, grabbing at Elizabeth's head as his hips bucked. She gagged slightly, but made no move to push his hands away or to stop. When his release was completed, she slipped his softening member from her mouth and used a handkerchief to daintily dab the bits of spit and his seed from around her mouth.
He lifted her back onto his lap and tightly embraced her. His clothing was still in disarray, but he didn't care. He covered every inch of Elizabeth's exposed skin with kisses.
"You enjoyed that, then?" she asked with a laugh. He only nodded, burying his head into her shoulder.
They remained thus for a while until the cold made Darcy get up and correct their clothing. Elizabeth still looked every inch the lady, excepting a few wrinkles in her gown. Her hair was a bit disarranged, but not more than it might be if she had taken a walk in the wind. She replaced a few pins that had fallen out, and the transformation was complete. Darcy took a little longer to right himself, but once they walked out of the study, none of the servants would have known what they had just done. If the servants had not heard the noises, that is.