Their laughter and playfulness during breakfast the next morning was not unusual for others to witness.
He would reach over with his fork, offering her a half of a cherry tomato that was mistakenly put on his plate. She would shake her head and tell him that he needs to eat it.
"Tomatoes are good for you my king." She said as he attempted to offer her the tomato.
"No my queen, tomatoes are good for you. They are a nuisance to me." He said as he dropped the tomato half in an empty bowl.
After breakfast, the king and queen enjoyed a walk in their garden. They slowly meandered through the maze of flowers, and felt as if they were floating in the serenity of the environment. The dazzling colors and the perfumed scented air swirled around them as if the flowers themselves were enjoying the presence of the royal couple.
Exiting the garden, the king led the queen to the stables.
"My love." The queen said softly. "I hope you do not expect me to climb atop a horse and ride with you."
With a twinkle in his eye, the king emitted a slight chuckle.
"The thought never crossed my mind. But, I do think with a little assistance, you will be able to take two small steps up into a carriage."
He had led her through the stables to a waiting carriage outside the fence. With the aid of his outstretched hand, she deftly scaled the step and sat on the padded seat.
The king took the reins from the stable boy, made a clucking sound in his cheek then said, "Come on boy."
The horse exited the grounds with an easy gait that was neither too fast nor too slow. "Just right for mama bear." The king thought then smiled as he looked over at his love.
They rode in silence for quite a while. Many times the king wanted to remind her that all of his thoughts and desires always lead back to her. He wanted to tell her how radiant and beautiful she was to him. He felt like he needed to stand and proclaim his love at the top of his voice. But, he knew she needed to be alone with her thoughts.
He knew that there were many times he talked too much and needed to be quiet and listen. Listening not only to her words but to her actions, her expressions. She already knew that he would stand in front of a thousand archers with their bowstrings pulled taut just to protect her. What she needed now was the silence in order to think.
He would wait for her to begin a conversation, if she decided she wanted to speak.
She reached over and rested her hand on his thigh as they rode. He held the reins in one hand then placed his other on top of hers. Wrapping his fingers around her hand he gave it a slight squeeze.
Turning to him, her face pale and a tear in her eye, she began to talk.
"I am afraid. I am going to be a mommy soon and I am scared to death. I have never done this before and I do not know if I will be a good mommy. Every action I do will need to be with the thought that my child will see or end up knowing my action. My child will emulate what they see."
She sighed. Sniffled. Then continued.
"I do not even know how to hold a baby."
She began crying and trying to talk between sobs.
"You will think"...sob..."my body is ugly and never want to touch me again!"
"How am I to raise a child if I am not even sure how to change a diaper?"
She covered her face with both of her hands and released a shuddering cry. The king rubbed her back as she expelled the pent up worry and anxiety.
Once her breathing returned to normal and she stopped crying, she sat up and wiped her tears with her kerchief. "I am sorry my love. Forgive me for being so weak." She said as she dabbed her eyes and forehead.
The king kept his eyes forward as they continued to ride. Still holding the reins in one hand, he removed his other hand from her back, reached over, gripped her hand and held it in his.
"You got very upset with me when I released you from your duties with the kingdom. I know how strong you are. I admire your strength. I also know that it is your weakness. You will continue to work, to fight and to press on until you are exhausted."
He looked at her and smiled.
"In your worries you have seemed to forgotten about me."
"I most certainly have not!" She exclaimed.
"Oh, but you have." He said as he looked forward once again.
"You say that you do not know how to hold a baby or change a diaper. You say that you are frightened because you have never been a mommy."
He took a deep breath, held it, then exhaled.
"You forget that I have never been a daddy. I have never held a baby or changed a diaper. We are experiencing these things together, for the first time! I am also frightened, but I know that we will be together and we will be the best mommy and best daddy that we can be. We will have the best people helping us and guiding us in what we need to do so our baby will be safe."
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. As for your body. You also forget that it belongs to me. I love your body, I love your soul. I love you. Period."
The king stopped the carriage under a tree by their waterfall, hopped down and tied the lead rope so the horse will not wonder.
The queen stood and held out her hand so he could assist her in stepping down, but he got back into the carriage and stood facing her. He placed his hands on either side of her face, kissed the tip of her nose then began to speak.
"Do not forget about me. We are in this together. I love you more than any words I could say or write. This child is our child. I will be up when it cries so that you may sleep a little longer. I will change the diaper so you may rest. I have vowed to take care of you and this is just another small way for me to prove to you that I honor my vows."
He leaned in and kissed her lips.
"You are not doing all of this alone. This is us. Not just you and me. But us as a family."
Another kiss. Longer. Deeper.
"As for your body. You are mine. I will always want what is mine."
He lowered his hands and began to remove her clothes. His eyes locked on hers as he bared her shoulders. She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly as his lips kissed her neck.
She could feel the breeze as her nipples were released and became erect. He sat her down on the seat frame as each breast and nipple were kissed, sucked and nibbled.
Her clothes sat in a heap on the floor of the carriage as he positioned himself on the seat of the carriage with her feet resting on either side of him.
"I am hungry my queen."
He leaned forward and inserted his extended tongue into her wet and open lips. She could hear his moans as his tongue flicked and slid on and in her. He sucked on her hardened clit moving his head up and down on her with the same motions her head moves when she is taking him in her mouth.
He felt her hands on the back of his head as she buried his face into her. She was stealing his breath as she began to shudder. Her quivering body made his hunger deepen which encouraged him to renew his efforts in pleasing her.
After a quick gasp of air, he feasted on her dripping wetness. He inserted a finger and curled it upwards and began to thrust his hand as he cleaned every drop of nectar she emitted.
Her orgasmic moan roared along side the water fall.
Her gasps rushed along with the breathy wind.
Her sweet vocalizations married with the songs of the birds.
Her king pleased her. He gave her whatever she wanted and would deny himself everything in order to please her.
That night while they were in bed, the queen was unable to get comfortable. The king rubbed her back, rearranged the pillows, got her water to drink.
When he returned to the bed with a cool and a warm wash cloth, the queen was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What can I do to help you my love?" He said as he neared.
"You can feed me." She said looking up at him.
"Of course I will feed you. Would you like some fruit? Pineapple maybe? How about some tomatoes?" He said with a wink.
The queen said nothing but reached out and parted his bed robe. She cradled his sack in her hand and pulled him to her. While squeezing and rubbing him, she took his soft cock into her mouth. Her eyes never left his as she buried her face up to his body.
He felt her begin to swallow and move her tongue as he quickly hardened. His tapered head began to direct itself down her throat and she did not pull away.
She was hungry.
She began to move her mouth up and down his shaft with deep and fierce movements. Both of her hands now placed on each cheek, fingernails leaving crescent shaped moons in his skin as she dug in and slammed his body into her mouth. She was hungry and he was going to feed her.
As he started to reach for the back of her head to pull her away so he could release himself on her chest, she grabbed his wrists and held his arms to his side.
