Chateau d'If et Îles du Frioul

As our Galleon la dame de vol sails through the calm waters of the Mediterranean at dusk, I stand upon the desk and watch the gorgeous orange-gold sky as the sun wane upon the horizon... As the cool breeze blows my hair, I look to my side and see Claude approaching. She sidles up to me and takes my arm in hers. In the distance, the horizon of the coast of Marseilles looms ahead. Hundreds of tiny points of light from the small villages and towns greet us, as does les Îles du Frioul and it's craggy heights, crowned by le Chateau d'If et Îles du Frioul. Imposing, formidable. Silhouetted before the fiery sunset. I turn and smile to Claude, her lovely raven hair blowing as well.

"It is glorious is it not?... I have waited a year since it's completion to see it for myself... It is all the more meaningful doing so with you mon amour".

I am mesmerized by the panorama in front of me, and all done by my husband a proud feeling went trough my body, the breeze swept us, "This is so beautiful, so peaceful, so divine" and it was so special because it was us both together who went to see it. Every fiber of my body was enjoying it. My heart started pounding very fast, I closed my eyes, a moment of the pure Love and affection.

"Mais oui... and yet quite a bloody history... Massalia ... so many battles. the Greeks, the Romans, the Celts... it seems eerily serene, n'est-ce pas mon cher?" As the breeze grows stiffer I wrap my arm around Claude's shoulders and watch the edifice of l'île et le château rise before us gloriously...  Claude has always been by my side, my own rock. Our love transcends mere husband and wife. Though I do not deserve such devotion, she gives it without condition, and in turn we rule this realm together as one.

"I assure you I've had the royal state rooms furnished with every luxury possible oui?... I believe you shall be most pleased, mon ange"

"Then I shall be your déesse, your Aphrodite and your Venus" I smiled at him, he looked so gorgeous as the sunset shines through his face, when François warped his arm around me I embrace him tightly.

"Thank you, mon amour, I enjoy being with you even if we had a cottage" he made me happy, and special in every move he made. "I can't wait to see how it is inside"

"You shall not be disappointed mon ange, this I promise you". I say to Claude, my arm around her as l'île nears ever closer. I feel Claude shiver slightly and turn to her. "If you are cold mon amour, we may go below decks until we touch land" I turn to le capitaine and ask him how long until we may go ashore?... he assures me we shall reach the port in less than one hour.

"Très bien capitaine merci". I turn to Claude "Shall we go below, or wait here and watch... it is up to you mon amour".

I look up at François "Let us go inside, I am cold"

"Oui mon ange" I say and walk with Claude. As I pass le capitaine, I look to him and say; "Let us know the moment we arrive, oui?" He answers in the affirmative and bows as we pass. Walking the wooden main deck, the ship's gentle motion barely noticeable, Claude and I look down upon the water, calm and clear as glass and enter le Capitaine's cabin. Walking through the busy cabin, we greet les marins traveling with us and make our way to the winding staircase, taking us down to our luxurious below-decks cabin suite.

Fully furnished in bleu et or, from the drapes on the walls to the velvet furniture and canopy above our bed, I take Claude's hand and escort her across the carpeted floor to the daybed and set her upon it. Retrieving a blanket from our four-poster bed to wrap around her shoulders. "Would you like some spiced wine mon amour? It shall warm you up inside"

I always loved watching François commanding, it was a pleasure having him as a husband, then going down to the room taking care of me I was delighted "mmmm... oui... I need something spicy right now" my heart skips a beat.

The room started to darken, there was only the light of the moon shining through the small windows, shining mon amours curly hairs, there are no written nor spoken words that can describe such a view of him.

I let out a short laugh. Even cold and on a dank ship, mon ange's passion still burns like a constant fire in a cozy hearth. Her dark raven hair shimmers in the moonlight and I sit down beside her and stroke it softly, lovingly with my fingers as I draw near her and whisper;

"le Capitaine says we shall be arriving within the hour... dare we make love in so short a time? Perchance we get caught?" I say with a wry smile, looking into Claude's lovely dark eyes.

I gave him a wicked smile, trying to stimulate him, I pull my dress up my legs very slowly, "I love, LOVE games mon roi" gazing at him "Make me surrender"

I raise an eyebrow, my feelings of passion for Claude stirred instantly at the sight of her sensual calf. Reason yields to desire and I take the bait. Lifting the blanket from her, I kiss her smooth bare shoulder and ease Claude down upon the bleu velvet pillow of the daybed. My lips moving up her delicate neck, as my fingertips touch and stroke her firm calf.

"Then let us play one now, mon ange... we must both make each other reach a blissful conclusion before notre bon capitaine makes his announcement, oui?... I warn you, it is devilish... we may even get caught... what say you mon amour?" I whisper to Claude while relishing her body.

Feeling that every fiber of my body wanting him more and more, and the excited complicated situation made it more longing I say "You just started it, make it quick" I moan, I even hadn't the strength to talk.

I clasp Claude's delicate hand in mine and kiss her full, beautiful lips... lips tasting of warm Claret upon my tongue. As I lay her right hand behind her head, her long black tresses flowing around her beau visage, I reach down and trace a line with the tip of my forefinger... slowly up the sensual curve of her calf... up further still past her knee, my hand disappearing under her gown... beyond the heaven of her supple thigh right to the curled tufts of her womanhood. My fingers lovingly begin their exploration in a way years of making love to Claude has taught me to set her passion alight.

"Oui mon ange... " I whisper in her ear. "But I shall not make it too quick, oui?"

The pink lips of my husband, kissing them is a bliss I moan in his mouth, his elegant touch made me wet already "Oh mon Dieu!" going so slow the satisfaction was very high, but going inside my dress was a joie de vivre, his fingers doing all the magic down there as his soft enchanting words up here, clawing at the sheet beneath me I grab his hair "Yeah, mon amour... ohh... no don't make it too quick" I wanted to moan loudly but I couldn't, not with all the people in the ship.

Overwhelmed with all those butterflies in my stomach I say "Oh my God, this is not a good idea... but I love it"

Our lips meet in torrid embrace as my fingers work their specialty on mon amour Claude. I feel them getting ever wetter from her warm, sweet juices as I slide them effortlessly in and out, massaging as I do her hard little rosebud and causing her to moan sensually in my ear... The effect of seeing Claude in such rapture causes my own desire to rise quickly to it's peak and achingly so."This is true... however, I love it as well mon ange... and it is much too late to turn this ship around!"

My mind now thinking of the hour, I slip my hand out from under Claude's dress and tear at my breeches, unlacing and pulling them down past my knees, but not off. I slide behind Claude and lift her skirt up from behind. Drawing my body close to hers I easily finds Claude's wetness under her gown. With a sudden mutual rush of pleasure, I enter her deep."Oh Claude... Oh Oui...il est si bon" my hands hold her waist,  while my hips glide my throbbing manhood in and out of Claude's little slice of heaven... even if we are interrupted we are both fully dressed to an unwanted observer.

My cheeks started to burn, a flame in my body was burning every piece of me inside and out , I couldn't stay still, reaching my orgasm, François is giving me another one.

Entering me I enjoy the fullness inside, I support my self in my hands, as his manhood is going in and out of me "ohh" I moan the awareness is high.

Hearing some steps I say weakly to François "Someone is coming" but I grab his hand that was hold my waist so that he won't stop... "I don't want you to stop, please" I beg him

I groan in sheer bliss as Claude takes my hand and I squeeze hers firmly, feeling her melt in warm ecstasy all over my thrusting member. "I... I can't stop mon amour." I say breathlessly. Suddenly there is a rapping on the door. "Oui" I say, barely able to get the words from my thoat.

The young Capitaine opens our cabin door and for a moment is unaware of anything more than that we are resting upon our daybed. "Oui, what is it Capitaine? Quickly!" I say never stopping the motion beneath Claude's skirt. I tighten my grip on her delicate hand and we both seek to remain calm.

"Mon Roi, we are pulling hard into port now" he says and I begin to see by his curious expression that he suspects something.

"Merci... we shall be along presently... you may go Capitaine" I say as he takes one last glance and leaves, securing the door. Instantly my attention returns to Claude, we look into one another's eyes and laugh."Hard into port ?" I say and kiss Claude's full lips deeply... it is not long before I too am rushed headlong by her kisses toward my own climax which hits me hard... explosive..."Oh Claude ... Oh mon amour oui... oui." I cry out out, holding her tight as the wave of release crests over me. Filling Claude and leaving me feeling warm and gratified that I have such a loving wife and queen at my side.

When the captain came in I tried to stay calm but inside every piece of me was exploding, I didn't even look at him and I had no idea how François is holding on this situation so calm.

After he went away I laughed with François quoting the captain, poor guy we made him speechless.
I couldn't bare the situation anymore the orgasm hit me, the mon roi followed. I didn't had the strength even to moan.

Pausing a bit my raged breath, I turn to François with full smile in my face, pleased I kiss him:
"If you say you Love me"
"Then my life I owe you"

I reach out to catch a stray lock of Claude's lovely dark hair and brush it aside. "Je vous aime mon ange... I truly do love you, but you are wrong... you owe me nothing... it is I who owe you for being my life's companion, mère de toute la France and a lover extraordinaire!... there is no question in my mind who benefited greater from this bargain." I kiss Claude's lips tenderly and look up smiling warmly at her. "And now we must go, before we are interrupted again."

I kiss him again and I get out of the bed, knowing that I am able to give my life just to see a smile on mon amour lips.