La chambre du roi

Coralie smiled brightly, her dimples showing as she nodded. "Alright...Francois," she giggled.

She shook her head, "oh, your majesty, I don't think I could ever regret anything with you," she smiled.

She placed her hand under his chin, looking him in the eyes as she beamed. "I love you as my king and best friend...but also as a woman would love a man," she beamed. "I...I think of you often," she blushed, "and when I am in mass I think of you...and when I pray every night, I pray for you and your safety, and pray that you never forget me." She smiled, "when I lie awake in bed, my hands upon my heart, I think of you and sigh...and when I serve the queen, I also wish you would come into the room so that I may just see you, even if you cannot speak to me," she looked down at her fingers. She looked at his lips as she bit her own, holding back tears that began to form in her eyes,"ever since our first kiss, I thought of your lips and the warmth of your hand upon mine."

Coralie smiled, "I want to make your majesty happy...I want to please you."

Coralie joined his kiss, closing her eyes as she sighed, loving the feeling of his lips against hers.
She smiled, feeling warm as he spoke of his love for her, and her heart beat quickly, the happiness of finding her love fulfilled sweeping her heart.

She blushed as he conessed of eeling her body against his, and she knew, and was glad, that he desired her as much as she desired him.
She shook her head, playing with his hair, "but I love you...it isn't shameful if we love each other, right?" she blinked. "Oh, your majesty...I have never loved anyone as I love you."

Coralie giggled, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Her lips moved from his cheek to his lips, and from his lips to his chin, then neck. She adored the warmth of his body and more so his masculine scent that seemed to linger on her body when she went to bed. She contined her kisses, her tingles beginning to return.

Coralie's eyes went wide and she smiled brightly. She threw her arms around the king, "ohh your majesty, I am so happy...say it again, please," she giggled.

She blushed at his mention of sensual pleasures. She liked very much the feeling he gave her as he kissed her breasts and even her lips, his hands moving up her skirts. She wondered if these were those sensual pleasures...or if they went further.

Coralie looked the king in the eye. "I am sorry, your majesty, but I am a sheltered country child," she looked down at her fingers, "I know nothing about these...sensual pleasures." She leaned her head against his chest, again, "will...you tell me what you would do with me?" she blushed a little, stumbling on the words. "What would we do that would be called...love making, as the ladies say?" she bit her lip. "You do not have to say, majesty...I just wonder, and...and I am afraid to ask anyone."

She giggled as he kissed her all over her face, being tickled as he kissed her sensitive parts of her face. As he finished she held his chin in her hands and she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Your majesty is so kind and sweet to me," she smiled.

Coralie gave a squeal of excitement, placing her lips all about the kings face as she kissed him sweetly.

She gave a nod, "yes, I know I should not listen to what the other ladies say." She looked him in the eye, "yes please tell me," she bit her lip, "I fear my mother will never tell me, and it is not something for a brother or father to explain." She took his hand, "I trust your majesty and your majesty's...knowledge...and I fear I must know, if ever...I am to be married." She opened her mouth to say another thing, yet she stopped, not wanting to tell his majesty that if she married, she wanted to know what to do to please her husband.

Coralie smiled, "ohh, monsieur majeste," she giggled.

He smile while feeling her kisses all over his face and kiss her lips softly, then his face take a serious air and he nodd, understanding.

You surely need to know and I think it's to me to explain it to you, there is a book about anatomy at the library, it's will help for the descriptions of how men and woman are mades first, before to aboard sexuality ... But I think it isn't the right moment, it's yet late and my mind isn't clear.

He reflect and add.

I propose you to come back here tomorrow afternoon, after your work, I will take the book in my room and explain you everything, is it allright for you ?

He smile, stroke her hairs and add.

For now, I would like to listen to these stories you promised to tell to me ! so it will surely feed my dreams tonight !

He giggle with her happily.

Coralie thought for a moment then nodded, "alright...I shall do as your majesty suggests," she blushed a little.

She giggled, "alright, alright...shall I perform for you?" she smiled. "I can run and dress and bring some of my marionettes," she smiled.

Coralie stood to her feet and gave a quick little curtsey before she ran out of the room. She hurried to her chambers, quite a ways away from his majesty's chambers. She threw the doors open and went to her trunks, digging through for her costume and she quickly undressed and put it on, placing a cloak around her shoulders for modesty before she grabbed her king and queen merman and maid, and her sailor marionette.

She tiredly entered the king's chambers again, laughing as she caught her breath, and she took a seat before the fire, a little away from the king, as she felt he was a sort of temptation for her.

Coralie bit her lip and removed her cloak, revealing a nearly see-through gown of seafoam and blue and green, a crown of seashells over her long curls. She blushed a little, as she placed her marionettes upon the rug, along with a wooden sword.

"Is your majesty ready to hear my story?" she smiled, giggling.http://www.dolldivine.com/galleries.php?action=ViewDoll&galleryid=0&dollID=1425276

Coralie blushed, "perhaps your majesty wishes I would remain in the cloak?" she jested.

Coralie took a deep breath and lifted her hands over her head, moving them slowly to the side:

In a world of blue and green, of gold and pearl. Of smiling fish and dark ocean, there lived Anuna, the unknown daughter of Amphitrite. Anuna sat upon a throne of coral and shell, beside her mother and her father, king and queen of all the wide oceans of the world, their language known only to those dwelling within the deep waters.

Coralie took a miniature harp from the hands of the queen mermaid:

All the creatures and mermen of the ocean could tell you great and vast stories of her beauty, but this is the one most heard: [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]

After she finished the little song, she reached for the king mermaid:

Now, King of the mermaids and men, sent out a declaration that whosoever wished to marry Anuna, his only child, yet most beloved maid besides his wife, would have to prove himself brave throughout all the ocean, and conquer the mischievious Kraken, a bestial monster with eight legs, whose body capsized many ships, bringing many men and women to a watery grave; a great problem to this king of oceans, whose main purpose was to keep all mortals safe...

Coralie teasingly brushed her fingers against her chest to make sure his majesty was listening and not looking upon her form. "Is your majesty still listening?"

[b]François can see her blushing and chuckle, loving to make her blushing and see her cheek taking this pretty colour, then he laugh as she jest him and shake his head emphatically.

Oh no ! you would deprieve of a big part of my pleasure.

He grow serious as she start to tell the story, listening attentively to her words, while looking down at the marionnettes for don't look at her body , knowing he couldn't concentrate if he did, entering the story fastly, charmed by this undersea world, his mind picturing images of this royal mermaids family, he nodd, smiling.

Of course, I do, I like this undersea fantasy universe, I wish I could see it with my own eyes one day and I look forward knowing what happen !|/b]

Coralie giggled, "your majesty."

Coralie picked up her lute and plucked its strings.

Anuna did not much like the idea of having marriage forced upon her, and yet she knew she would obey her father, and king's, wishes, and so she went to the great soothesayer of the sea, Jadis, and asked if there were a way to interfere.
Jadis weaved forth a large bubble, its colors clear, blue and pink. She bade Anuna 'take this to the surface world, and lay 't upon the water...whosoever sees this bubble and your image inside, shall be your true love, your destined Prince, and soon, king'
And so Anuna took the bubble and swam to the surface waters, a place near a port, where many mortal men and women and children lived, fishing from the bounty of the sea and casting their ships to sea. She hid behind a group of rocks, and cast the bubble upon the water and watched it ride the light waves toward the port city, much to her dismay. She feared it would burst before her true love could find it, yet it flew, and took the sky and sailed on and out of her sight. Anuna gave up hope and returned to her underwater world, to prepare for the tournament to slay the savage Krakken.

She picked up the male marionette and began to move his limbs as though her were upon a rocking ship.

Meanwhile, as a great storm raged in the Bay of Biscay, brave Captain Guillame Beauclerc held fastly to his ship as it bucked against the raging waters. And as his crew lost hope, some falling overboard and cast into the ocean, brave Captain took to the wheel, holding on for dear life, when suddenly, out of the dark and stormy ocean floated a bubble, its color clear, blue and pink. He thought he was mad; thought perhaps this were a vision of Heaven, as when he looked upon it, he could see the face of a beautiful maiden: skin pale as falling snow, eyes blue like the ocean, lips as red as the berries in spring. Her voice filled the air, and he felt compelled to hold on for life. Yet the storm began to calm, and as if by magic, the storm cleared, revealing bright blue sky. The wind picked up and began to move the sails, pushing the ship and crew and brave captain, back home to their port.

But as the crew departed for their beloved homes, brave Guillame Beauclerc took his ship alone, following the bubble back to sea, to find the voice, and find this great beauty that bewitched him with love...

Coralie grinned, placing down the marionette. "And that shall be the end for now, monsieur majeste."
She held up a hand before he could protest, "that is how my papa always told me his stories...it is so that I shall know, I will be seeing you again," she smiled.

Coralie smiled, "we shall have to see."

She shook her head, smiling, placing her marionette upon the rug. "Unless your majesty is tired, or has important things to attend to in the morning." She looked at the luxurious looking bed in the room, and found herself blushing. "And if your majesty is tired," she lowered her voice, biting her lip, "might I lie beside you until you are asleep?" she whispered.

Coralie blushed as he stroked her hand.

She nodded, "oh, alright." She stood to her feet and placed her cloak around her shoulders before she picked up her marionettes and wooden sword and harp.

She nodded, again, "I would not want to tempt or upset your majesty with something we may regret."

Coralie stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips passionately, her heart beating quickly. She placed her fingers on his chin as she pulled away, smiling up at him. "Shall I see your majesty again?"

Coralie smiled sweetly, and nodded, "alright monsieur majeste...Francois," she giggled. She gave him another kiss, and slowly headed to the door.

She gave a curtsey, "goodnight...my love," she smiled, her heart beating as she was finally able to call him her love. She rose from her curtsey, "I know I shall be dreaming of you tonight, and pray your dreams will be sweet."

She blew him a final kiss and left the room, her heart feeling sad as she left his company. She knew she would be praying and waiting for the next time she would see him.