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The 'missing' final chapter of Jane Austen's classic novel.

Emma Woodhouse's Wedding Night (MF cons)

Taking Emma by the hand Mr Knightly led her into the bedroom and
shut the door quietly behind them. Turning to her smiling he
said,

"We are alone at last Emma!"

"Indeed, Sir, we are." she replied modestly lowering her eyes.

"You are mine now Emma." It was more a statement of fact than a
question.

"Yes, Sir, that I am."

Neither of them seemed quite sure as to how next to proceed in
their changed circumstances. Though she had known him since she
was a girl their relation now was much altered. Sensing his
predicament, her heart went out to him and she heard herself say,

"My dear, I would be everything that you desire in a wife." She
smiled hesitantly as she looked up at him and their eyes met. "I
would be a wanton in the bedroom and an angel in the drawing
room. Your lover, mistress and friend." She could see that her
speech had not displeased him and continued, "I am perhaps not
quite as innocent as you anticipate. While I acknowledge that my
experience of what takes place between a man and a woman in the
bedroom is purely theoretical, it is augmented by a close
observation of nature from which indeed much may be learned."

He answered in reply, "I would that I could say the same, but in
my youth . . . well it is generally regarded as a vital part of
every young gentleman's education."

"I would not have it otherwise Sir. A prudent wife should value
experience as well as character in her husband, but from now on I
must insist that you cleave only to me. Do you think you can you
do that?"

"Need you to ask my love?" he answered moving toward her. Her
face upturned he drew her easily into his arms and kissed her
full on the lips. After a moments uncertainty she softened and
yielded to his embrace.

Emma was rather surprised when Mr Knightly averted his eyes as
she undressed and put on her nightgown. Such modesty in a man she
had always thought to be her superior was very becoming but from
her husband she had anticipated something more. She sat on the
bed hugging her knees until he joined her. He looked at her
without speaking for several moments and then said,

"Will you take off your nightgown Emma?"

“We are not really so much brother and sister as to make it at
all improper” she replied with a wry smile, recollecting a former
conversation between them.

“Brother and sister! no, indeed”.

She rose from the bed and standing near the candle, where she
knew he could see her to advantage, bent to grasp the hem.

"I trust you will not be disappointed in the bargain you have
made."

There was no answer but she knew that she had his full attention.
Slowly she began to lift the veil that hid her body from his
sight. She paused as she revealed the golden wheat of her groin
and looked him with a flash of her old impudence.

"Would you have me continue Sir?"

"Pray do Madam, at your pleasure." Blushing prettily she raised
the garment above the obstruction of her breasts and hiding her
growing confusion raised her arms to lift it over her head. Her
vision obscured she heard him say,

"Stay just as you are for a moment. I would like to look at you."

It was a curious sensation for her to be so intimately exposed
before a person of the opposite sex, even one with whom she was
so happily acquainted as Mr. Knightly. Only her sister and dear
departed mother had seen her naked since the time, as a young
girl, that she first began to acquire a woman's parts. For young
lady who was used to directly influencing the course of events
such vulnerability and passivity was entirely new to her. With
her gaze restricted and hands as it were bound above her head she
felt as though she were a butterfly that a collector had
transfixed upon a pin for all the world to observe and comment
on.

There was a slight draught in the room from the ill fitting
window and she felt it brush her skin, raising goose bumps and
causing the tips of her breasts to tighten involuntarily. She
imagined the candle flickering and casting her naked silhouette
upon the wall. She waited patiently as she heard him moving about
the room sensing his nearness just before he spoke.

"Say again that you are mine Emma."

"I am yours Sir," her voice trembled with suppressed emotion, "to
have and to hold."

"And to obey Emma?"

"Yes Sir, and to obey."

"Allow me then to assist you." Carefully he helped her to ease
the night gown over her head. Looking at him shyly she was
astonished to see that he was naked also.

"Have you never seen a naked man before Emma?"

"No Sir! How can you think otherwise since I have no younger
brothers?"

"And are you not at all curious?" there was an edge of amusement
in his voice. Blushing even more deeply she answered,

"Yes Sir, I believe that I am."

"Then kneel down before me and make a better acquaintance of my
manhood." She sank gracefully to her knees. His member was level
with her face and jutted out proudly toward her.

"You may touch me if you wish." Curiosity overcame modesty and
reaching forward she gripped it daintily between her thumb and
forefinger.

"Expose the head." Tentatively she drew back the tight foreskin
to reveal the smooth polished helmet that it encased.

"You may kiss it Emma."

Obediently she leant forward and touched her lips to it. To her
profound surprise it was not unpleasant to her senses. From her
recent conversations with her married sister she believed that
she understood what it was that he was really asking her to do
and, parting her lips, drew him in to the warm softness of her
mouth.

A gentle sigh followed by a slight thrusting of his hips
confirmed that her supposition had been correct. Her eager desire
to please him and active imagination more than made up for her
lack of experience and she set to work, her mouth forming a
perfect circle around his hardness as she sucked and caressed him
with her teeth and tongue. His breathing quickened and he began
to thrust more vigorously in a shameless manner that she knew was
the prelude to his own pleasure. Did he propose to spend in her
mouth? The question was answered when, placing his hands upon her
head, he became still and then backed away from her.

"Thank you my love, that was delightful, but this is our first
time together as husband and wife and I believe that the proper
scene of our encounter should be the bed." He gave her his hand,

"Allow me to assist you to rise." She could not help but smile at
the incongruity of his manner and their relative situations. His
language would not have been out of place at the Assembly Room
Ball and seemed to take little account of the intimacy that had
just taken place between them. She drew back the quilt cover and
lay down on the white cotton sheets. The thought came into her
mind that she might stain them when her maidenhead was pierced
but could not see how this could be averted without hindering the
flow of events and that she was averse to do.

Mr Knightly lay down beside her, his thigh touching hers as he
raised himself on an elbow to look down at her.

"Close your eyes Emma and allow me to discover by direct
investigation the nature of the estate which has come into my
possession."

She did as he instructed and shivered as his hand grazed her
shoulder and neck until, becoming bolder, it moulded itself to
the contours of her breast. He grasped the rosy tip between
finger and thumb and she sensed that it grown large in
anticipation of his touch. His lips replaced the fingers and she
cried out softly as he bit gently down upon it. He drew back and
his mouth sought hers. They kissed passionately and his tongue
imperiously encountered her own as he pressed upon her.

The hand that had possessed her breast moved slowly down her
flank caressing the sensitive flesh of her groin until, with a
growing excitement, she bent her knees and moved them apart. Mr
Knightly needed no further encouragement and his hand reached
between her thighs and covered the moist heat of her feminine
charms. With his finger he prised the closed lips open and
entered her gently. She buried her face in his shoulder stifling
a gasp as he found the tiny bud that was the centre and source of
her own pleasure.

"Keep your eyes closed but I want to look at you." She felt him
shift upon the bed and opened her legs even wider to give him an
unrestricted view. His breath was hot upon her flesh as she felt
him pull the wings of her sex apart to expose the secret flesh
within. The finger returned and entered her again, and this time
her body was ready and it encountered no hindrance other than the
obstruction of her hymen.

"You are more beautiful than I dared to imagine Emma." She could
not at that moment think of an appropriate response and therefore
remained silent as he moved between her spread thighs.

"You may open your eyes now." She looked down the length of her
body to where he knelt between her thighs, poised to enter into
the full enjoyment his new property.

"Prepare yourself to receive me my love." She reached down to
assist him and he placed the head at the entrance. Showing great
consideration he thrust in a little way and then stopped.

"I am not hurting you?"

"No Sir and I would ask you to have no concern upon that score.
It is only to be expected that the first time a woman lies with
her husband she may experience a degree of discomfort but that is
simply the forfeit that must be paid for the many hours of
pleasure that will inevitably follow."

He needed no more encouragement from her and without further
discussion pressed forward and sheathed himself in her up to the
hilt. Her maidenhead offered little resistance and was easily
overcome as she cried out in capitulation. The final obstacle
surmounted he set about achieving his pleasure vigorously and
Emma felt her own excitement increasing in tune with his own. His
body was heavy upon hers and she grasped his buttocks and pulled
him even harder into her with each thrust. She heard a voice
whimpering loudly, and realised distantly that it was her own.
Unintelligible words issued from her lips as he brought her to
the brink of the precipice and led her over its side in a roiling
wave of sensations that threatened to drown her so intense and
vivid were they.

A small part of her mind was aware of him spending inside her as
he found his own release. He collapsed upon her heavily, his
member growing slack inside her own tightness. When the spasm of
her limbs had subsided and sensation and coherent thought began
slowly to return he rolled gently off her and cradling her head
in his arms kissed her yet again. Emma could not recall having
ever felt more secure or blissfully happy than she did at this
moment. For all her schemes and manipulations for the good of
others she knew now that her entire happiness rested in pleasing
this man. He was indeed her master, lover and friend. She wanted
no other.

"What of my father?" Belatedly she thought of him in the next
room.

"Sound asleep I'll warrant. I doubt if our exertions have in the
least disturbed him."

Emma relaxed and closed her eyes suddenly tired after all the
activity and festivities of the day. As she drifted off to sleep
her dreams were full of the naked man who lay at her side and the
possibility of further intimacies in the morning when they awoke
refreshed. Emma smiled quietly to herself. She had much to learn
but she was a willing pupil and he an excellent teacher.