Behind the tapestry Pt. 07

They emerged from their bed chamber about noon time and headed to the dining room. Lunch was being prepared and they released each others hand and went around the room greeting people. As they neared their chairs, the king stepped up and pulled the queens chair back, kissed her neck and said something softly in her ear.

"I do." She replied softly and looked over to see her handmaid smiling at her. She knew the girl heard her reply and understood the meaning. No one else in the room grasped the importance of the four words that were whispered but the king, queen and handmaid. The queen smiled back at her then reached for her glass.

After lunch, the king and queen had individual matters they had to address that would keep them away from one another until dinner. The king kissed the queens hand as he lifted it to his lips. He paused and smiled while staring deeply into her eyes. Her heart swelled and her soul was filled as he looked at her.

The king never refrained from telling the queen how much he loved her, needed her and wanted her. How she fulfilled him.

The king never failed to show her how much she meant to him, how much he desired her and worshiped her. How he would die in order to keep her safe.

That look. That look surpassed all words and actions. That look allowed her to see into his soul. Sharing more of him with her than he has anyone else in the world. The look that told her, you are cherished beyond my own life.

The queen blushed as the king lifted his head and winked. She also understood the thought and meaning behind the kings wink.

"I believe I am spoiled." She thought as he released her hand and they exited out separate doors. "I know I am spoiled." She thought then exhaled with a deep sigh while she was walking down the hallway with her handmaid.

"My queen, are you ok? You just sighed, do you need anything?"

"I am fine my dear." The queen said as she wrapped her arms across her chest and hugged herself.

"I know by your expression in the dining hall that you remember the meaning of 'You know' and 'I do'."

"I do remember my queen."

"You heard me respond with 'I do', but, what you could not see was how the king looked at me. I am telling you this because you need to find someone in your life that looks at you the way my king looks at me. With his look, he surrounded me, held me, comforted me and let me know that I am safe. Just with his look.

He let me look into his soul. He let me see where I am actually a part of him, how we are one. Just with his look.

I was able to see love. Actually see love. What it means to him. What I mean to him. Just with his look."

The queen became silent as they continued to walk. She sighed again then stopped in front of her room. She turned to her handmaid then leaned against the door.

Feeling awkward while being in the presence of the queen as she expressed herself in this reflective mood, the handmaid stood in the middle of the corridor and folded her hands. She had never experienced the queens openness to such a personal matter and was not sure how to respond. She realized that it was her duty to assist the queen in any way that was needed, but, it was an honor to stand and listen to the queen speak of love and what it means to her.

"He loves me my dear. I know that and I feel it deep within me. Find that for yourself. Look for that type of love. Do not fall for kind words or shallow compliments. You need to seek and search for love. Do not fall in love. Remember, usually when you fall, you get hurt." The queen said as she opened her door.

"Yes Milady." The handmaid said as she curtsied to the queen. "Will you need any assistance my queen?"

"No dear, I will let you know if I need you. "The queen stepped forward and kissed her on the forehead. "I have always seen you as a daughter rather than a handmaid. However, you have grown up right before my eyes. You are a fine young lady now and I would like to consider you more of a friend instead of a handmaid. Will that be fine with you?" The queen asked.

"I do not know what to say ma'am. I am here to serve you and assist you. It is an honor to be thought of as a daughter to you, but as a friend, it is almost overwhelming milady." She said as she twisted her fingers in her hands nervously.

"Nothing has changed in the duties my dear. You will still be paid for your services. However, I need someone to talk to at times and I trust you. You have been loyal and have worked diligently in the service of the court. There is no one else other than the king that I believe I can talk to freely without worry."

"It will be an honor ma'am." She said with a large smile and another curtsy.

"Thank you. My friend." Said the queen as she stepped through the doorway and entered her room.

It was a chaotic and busy day for the king and queen. They both had to focus on their tasks even though the thought of one another was paramount in their minds. The king would smile, giggle or sigh sporadically throughout the day. When he was asked if he needed anything or if something was on his mind he would simply smile and respond with, "I am well, thank you. Or Everything is wonderful."

The queens sighs and behind her hand chuckles were also met with inquiries of any need, help or any assistance she may require. She answered in the same manner as the king.

The king returned to their living quarters before dinner and bathed. He let the hot water ease the tension that bound his muscles into knots. As he began to towel himself off after stepping out of the bath, he thought he looked as red as a lobster because of how hot he had the water. As the heat left his skin, he took the time to feel how good and refreshing it was for his aching body. He thought is was as if all of the stressors of the day were dissipating.

He walked into the dining hall and paused as he passed the threshold. The queen was standing across the room talking with a couple. Her beauty caused him to swallow the spittle that had instantly formed in his mouth. "She made my mouth water" he thought as he began to walk towards the small group that had now gathered around her.

He stayed back out of eyesight, but close enough to be within hearing range. Listening to her speak had always pleased him. Her command of syntax, her confidence in answering questions about a vast array of topics and her ability to take an inquiry, that would make other people uncomfortable, and answer in a humorous and entertaining way reminded him of her inner strength.

When a break in the conversation occurred, the king walked up behind her and placed his hand on her lower back.

"Good evening my queen." He whispered as he kissed her behind her ear.

She turned to him and greeted him with a smile, bright eyes and a kiss. "Good evening to you my king", she whispered back. "Mmmmmm, I can tell you have already bathed." She said as she leaned in towards him while they walked to their seats.

"So I am now greeted with a kiss and a sniff?" He chuckled as he held her chair.

"You have always been greeted with a kiss and a sniff." She said as she wrinkled her nose at him.

After dinner, the queen excused herself so that she may get ready for bed.

"Would you like for me to walk you to the room my love?" He asked as he walked her to the door. "I can walk you down then I would need to return. I have a few small items left on my list to complete."

"Take your time love, I am going to bathe first." She said as she kissed him. Her hand was on the side of his face as they kissed. He raised his hand and held hers in place as he looked at her face. She could see his eyes smile as he held her gaze. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it as she began to walk away.

"You know." He whispered. "You truly know."

An hour later he closed the door to their bed chamber behind him. The room was aglow with candle light. As he walked into the room he saw his queen standing next to the bed. The dancing flames atop the wicks created a radiance that melded with her own aura.

She stood by the bed, hair down, one knee slightly jutted forward and one hand resting on the bed post.

A sheer, floor length robe encompassed her body like a gentle sigh. The fabric was so delicate, it appeared to have been woven from the whispers of the most peaceful and erotic dreams that a person could imagine. As he stepped closer he could see the darkness of her areoles, the indent of her navel and a tuft of trimmed pubic hair through the shimmering fabric.

No words were spoken. Slight moans were made as their lips met. The lovers tongues tasting and feeling one another. Her hands holding his face tightly to hers. His fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her into him.

They kissed.

They bit.

They sucked on one another lips and tongues.

They wanted to devour one another.

She took a slight step back and he released his grip allowing her to pull away. With her eyes locked on his, she reached up with one hand and brushed the robe from her shoulder. The fabric appeared to glitter as it floated to the floor. He began to remove his clothes as she laid back on the bed. Her eyes still on his. Her tongue licking her lips. Her hands holding her breasts. Her legs open. Still no words spoken. Just expectation.

After dropping his last piece of clothing he kneeled between her knees. He could feel himself throbbing as he gripped his hard cock. Never taking his eyes off of hers, he directed his head into her waiting lips. As he sank into her with his entire shaft, he saw a slight wrinkle on her forehead form then relax. He felt her wetness cover his sack as he held in place.

Slowly he pulled back, allowing her to feel the swell in the middle of his shaft as it massaged inside her tight hole. Keeping his head inside of her lips he held his place once again. Her moan and shifting of her hips informed him that he was wanted. As his hips began to pulsate his wet piston inside of her, he lowered his mouth on hers again. He gently kissed her lips. Brushed her hair away from her eyes with his hand. Kissed her forehead. The whole time entering her deeply. Each thrust becoming more pronounced. Harder at times, gentle at other times.

Her legs wrapped around him as he gyrated his hips. Her hands tucked under his arms and pulling his shoulders down on her. She needed to feel his pressure. She wanted to feel his presence.

No words spoken. Just the sounds of love. The expressions of lust. The result of pure animalistic desire being controlled. This last thought rushed at her with such force she reached a surprising orgasm. She knew the rough animal that was within him. She knew that it could be unleashed at any time. But. He was keeping the beast under his power. Knowing the deep and dark being that he houses within him was controlled by her lover, her king, showed her the strength he truly had.

This strength and power he had over himself made her realize that she was under his spell. He was her master. She was experiencing the feelings he wanted her to feel. She never remembered reaching an orgasm that quickly before. But, the thought of his control made her lose all of hers.

Her moans mixed with his. Their ohs and grunts creating a melodious sound that reverberated in the rafters of their bed chamber. Their song of ecstasy wove itself in the tapestry that concealed their secret door. They were one.

He pulled out of her as he was kissing her neck. Biting her shoulder. Her nipples were erect and almost feverish in their intensity as he gripped each breast tightly in his hands. Her moans encouraged him to continue his sucking and biting each mound of flesh.

His tongue left a trail of his lust down her body then back up to her neck and back down again while he kept his eyes fixated on her face.

He was watching her as he tasted each and every part of her skin. Acting and reacting to her movements, her moans, her gasps, her hands reaching out to his head and helping him bury his face between her thighs.

Once her hips began to slowly rock and thrust to a rhythm that matched her vocalizations, he entered her again with his hardness. The percussive slapping of their skin accentuated the songs of their moans and heavy breathing.

He released himself into her. Her back arched. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. His hand full of her hair pulling her head back exposing her neck. He bit down and then sucked on her exposed skin. Thrusting and filling her as his mouth tasted the saltiness of her sweat.

Part 8

The queens hand maid accepted her new title of "friend" with the feelings of amazement and honor. As the next two months trekked on, she felt comfortable asking the queen questions. She would ask the queen how she should inform a young man that she was interested in that she liked him.