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Caroline could not stay within her bedchamber another moment. Seeing as she retired early, she had been confined within her usual guest room at Pemberley for far too long. Although the time was well past midnight, she had heard the others return to their own rooms well over an hour ago. Now was the opportune time to wander downstairs without fear of meeting another soul this time of night.
It was not exactly Caroline’s choice to visit the Darcys at Pemberley. But now that Charles and Jane’s honeymoon period was complete, they wished to visit Darcy and - in turn - Mrs. Darcy. How she loathed that country girl and the title she stole from her.
Seeing as the Bingley house in London was under renovations for the newlyweds, and Caroline would not think of staying at Netherfield alone for the great risk of having absolutely anyone call on her from Hertfordshire, she had agreed to join her brother and new sister to Derbyshire. At least there she would have the company of Georgiana. Mr. and Mrs. Hurst remained at home in Scotland - an absolute nightmare to think of joining them there.
Caroline descended the stairs silently, keen to find something to distract her for a few hours in the library. She padded softly, barefoot and only in her night shift and dressing gown, for the summer night was still warm and still. Only a single lamp lit her way.
Inside the impressive library, Caroline perused novels at length, finally selecting an old favorite and succumbing into her favorite armchair, tucked within a quiet corner behind several shelves of classics. She was incredibly as ease as she regularly frequented Pemberley’s library, assuming she would one day be its mistress, but that tale of woe would not do for tonight. She remained there happily for several minutes, only wishing she thought to bring a glass of brandy with her.
Suddenly, a soft noise could be heard. Caroline listened for it again intently, and she realized it came from across the library, and she stood to investigate. Peering through the gaps within the shelves, she moved silently until finally finding the source of noise.
Caroline gasped, but she was not sure if any sound was aloud for blood immediately pulsed through her ears. And the scene before her held much more noise than her moment of surprise.
Mrs. Eliza Darcy leaned against the farthest wall, deep oak ordained with Pemberley treasures, her head thrown back against the shelves, hands grasped tightly into fists on the wood, and moaning lewdly as her chest heaved with obvious pleasure.
Eliza was still dressed in her evening gown, but its skirts were pushed up past her knees, her white stockings in view. It took Caroline a few moments to realize it was Mr. Darcy kneeling before her, his head barely visible under the layers of satin and silk, but his hands on display as the massaged the soft skin on the inner thighs of his wife.
Eliza moaned again, now one of her hands raking through Darcy’s hair and tugging softly as her breath hitched. “Yes, Darcy. Please yes - just there. God,” she cursed. Her legs trembled.
Darcy hummed deeply against the warmest skin. “Oh Lizzie,” he murmured just loud enough for Caroline to hear. “How I love the sounds you make.”
Eliza chuckled but gasped again, her eyes closed in rapture. “As long as you - ah - keep you tongue just there - yes, there - I shall make whatever sounds you wish, sir.”
Caroline blinked several times before she reeled. Darcy was kissing, had his mouth - his tongue! - on Eliza’s most intimate space. It should have shocked her, but instead, Caroline’s felt her own center clench and then throb.
She silently risked moving closer to the couple to see the act in more detail, her excuse being curiosity, but also to fuel the heartbeat between her thighs with each passing moment. Caroline moved to peek around the closest bookcase she dare, and she continued to watch.
Eliza’s breath became strained as one of Darcy’s fingers visibly tucked under the dress and disappeared from view. Eliza cried out and shuddered.
Darcy shushed her gently but continued to pump his finger into his wife. “You must try and be quiet, my love. There may be servants still about.” He tested her resolve then by gently nipping his teeth against her thigh, and sure enough Eliza shrieked but then giggled.
She looked down lovingly to her husband, the sight of him on his knees and under her dress was one she could never tire of. She grazed her fingers through his hair affectionately. “You mean to kill me, husband.”
Darcy chuckled back. “It is you who shall kill me, wife, if you do not allow me to have you soon.”
“Regretting not ridding yourself of your breeches when I suggested, love?”
Darcy snorted but decidedly silenced his wife with his tongue again, her teasing stopping with a shudder. “I look forward to when our home is only ours once more, and you can freely remove my breeches wherever you may please, madam.” He flicked his tongue over her bud of nerves and smiled as she arched against him. “For now, I shall be appeased with having you as you are - even through my current discomfort.”
Caroline’s own breathing began to labor as she watched Darcy pump two fingers now into Eliza. He shifted on his knees slightly, and she was able to better witness his fingers disappear, only to reappear glistening. Her own skin dampened between her legs, and her hand ached to touch herself.
On its own accord, Caroline slowly trailed the pads on her fingers down the soft linen of her night gown. Familiar with the act of touching herself, she hummed her approval once she found purchase between her legs, although through the linen.
Eliza moaned again, and Caroline knew she needed more. Tiptoeing her fingers under the night dress, she found the hot wet skin of herself and plunged one digit deep inside her. She moaned and watched Darcy’s fingers, timing her hand to his own.
She panted before allowing her eyes to wander some more, causing her to almost faint in shock when she found Eliza’s eyes upon her own.
Caroline gasped again as Eliza gaped, but Darcy none the wiser, continued, this time removing his fingers and plunging his tongue inside his wife. Eliza couldn’t help but moan loudly again, and Caroline found herself also moaning. Her fingers continued to pump inside her, their actions steady and on their own accord.
After another moment of shock, Eliza gave Caroline a small smile. It was not a smile of triumph or gloating, Caroline realized, but a coy grin of invitation. She watched as Eliza’s own hand began to trace the lace outline around her bust slowly.
Caroline paused a moment before lifting her free hand and also tracing her own swelling breast. Eliza dipped her forefinger under the stays of her dress to caress her nipple, her eyes wide and hazy as she eagerly waited for Caroline to mimic her.
Caroline obliged, but seeing as she wore little else but her night shift, she found her nipple easily and gasped at the friction. Eliza nodded in approval before tweaking her skin stiff and groaned loudly as she watched Caroline do the same.
Eliza quickly became undone as Darcy continued to feast between her thighs and as Caroline touched herself as though there between them. She cried out as her climax reached her, her fingernails clutching into the strong shoulders of her husband. Caroline whimpered, but her own release had not yet arrived.
Once Eliza had recovered well enough, Darcy stood and towered over her, kissing her feverishly and rutting against her still splayed legs. “Lizzie, my love. How beautiful you are,” he murmured, nipping and licking down the long column of her neck.
Eliza opened her eyes and found Caroline over Darcy’s shoulder, her eyelids heavy. She watched as Caroline still pumped a finger into herself, her thumb now on her clit, and the other hands still rolling a nipple stiff. She smiled.
Eliza pulled back to kiss her husband sweetly before turning their kisses feverish once more. She gasped and moaned when Darcy turned them both, bending Eliza over the edge of the table nearby, and he stood behind her. He impatiently picked up her dress once more, before opening the front of his breeches and plunging inside her.
They moaned loudly together, no longer caring if they woke the entire house. Caroline caught a brief glimpse of Darcy’s manhood, biting her bottom lip hard at the rigid length, imagining it was him inside her and not her finger. She added another to compete with his girth. And then another.
Darcy unleashed himself, bent over his wife, whom gasped and groaned beneath him, encouraging him to go deeper inside her. Caroline matched his pace and Eliza placed her hands on the table so that she could look up and watch.
Caroline was close to coming undone. Seeing Darcy become feral, slapping against his wife’s bottom, snarling as he quickened his pace, it was almost too much to bear. But still she watched, making sure to take in the look of pleasure on Eliza’s face. When their eyes locked once more, Caroline gasped and went over the edge, just as Darcy shouted and came inside Eliza.
Slowly, Caroline came down, eyes heavy and sweat beaded across her chest. Darcy slowed his pace until he draped himself over Eliza and sighed happily. Eliza watched Caroline slowly disappear into the shadows, a coy smile upon her lips, before she turned to kiss her husband and suggest it was time to retire upstairs.