A Royal Deflowering

She looked down the aisle at him standing there tall and regal in a black doublet with gold trim and buttons, a black hat with a gold hat pin, and a smile that she knew was just for her. Music played as she slowly made her way toward the vicar at the front on the church. Robert's sister Mary carried her train as she slowly made her way forward.

At last she and Robert stood side by side facing the vicar as they exchanged their vows.

"You may kiss the bride," the vicar told Robert. Robert lifted Elizabeth's veil, and his dark eyes gazed into her own. Elizabeth saw how they shone with love and devotion. Her heart soared with happiness as she closed her eyes and felt the soft warmth of his lips touching hers. All too soon the moment was over, and all the guests cheered in celebration.

Afterwards there was dancing. Elizabeth's cousins, the Careys and the Knollyses, Robert's brother Ambrose and his wife Elizabeth, and Robert's sisters and brothers-in-law the Sidneys and the Hastings were all there. Elizabeth knew that she had never been any happier than she was today, not even on the day of her coronation. A part of her wanted this day to never end, yet another part eagerly looked forward to its culmination that night. As she looked into Robert's dancing eyes, she knew that he felt the same way she did.

At last the festivities of the day drew to a close, and Elizabeth and Robert shared a quiet dinner.

"To us," Robert said, lifting his glass of wine. Elizabeth touched her own to his, and they drank the toast together.

Elizabeth was so excited that she barely touched her food. Robert looked at her with concern.

"I'm afraid I just don't feel that hungry tonight," she confessed. Robert smiled, winked at her, and squeezed her hand. He understood.

Once inside their chambers that night, Elizabeth dismissed the servants. "On my wedding night, my husband has the privilege of undresssing me," she said.

"A privilege which he anticipates with the utmost eagerness," Robert said happily. Very slowly and gently, he began to undress her, savoring every moment of the experience. When she finally stood before him naked, he used first his hands, then his mouth, to lavish loving attention onto first one breast, then the other. She felt herself grow weak with desire as he then began to remove his own clothing. She watched, mesmerized, as he removed the final item, revealing the part of his anatomy that fascinated her most. Her hand automatically reached to softly caress it, and Robert began to moan. Elizabeth felt her heart quicken.

They lay side by side on the bed, and between her legs his fingers worked busily, stimulating her, getting her ready.

"I promise, I'll be as gentle as possible," he whispered. He was. She felt only the slightest twinge as he entered her, followed by a delicious friction as he moved inside her. He cried out as he went over the edge, then lay beside her and cuddled her.

She found that she had bled, just a little.

"It's perfectly normal. Nothing to worry about at all," Robert quickly assured her.

"I know that." He heard the edge in her voice and was instantly contrite.

"Of course you do. I'm so very sorry for implying otherwise."

"Perhaps I overreacted."

"If so, it's all right. Perfectly understandable under the circumstances."

"What circumstances?"

He laughed softly. "Never mind. Was it worth the wait?"

"Why, yes, of course it was. Was it for you?"

"Absolutely." He grinned."I love you, my darling Elizabeth, more than words can say," he said as he gently kissed her lips.

"And I love you, my sweet Robin, so very much," she whispered. "Now I belong to you completely, body, heart and soul."

"As do I to you, for as long as we both shall live," Robert whispered back. His hand gently rubbed her back in lazy circles.

"That feels so nice," she told him. He chuckled softly, squeezed her tightly, and then resumed rubbing her back as before. She yawned. He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Go to sleep now, little love," he said. At any other time and from any other person, she would have been greatly offended at being called 'little love,' but tonight, from Robert, it was perfectly all right. Better than perfectly all right. She cuddled closer to him and was soon asleep.