.

"Mon Dieu, but you've got a gorgeous body." He himself stood up, his cock making his pants stand out like a tent. Pierre undoes the belt and lets them fall, walking toward her. He places his arms around her waist, his cock pressing against her firm ass.
 
Pierre nods... "Y..yes, it's like that Bella." Mmmm... the feel of her mouth around his cock was like heaven itself. While obviously she was new to this method of sexual pleasure, so was he. He moaned softly.
 
The vibrations of her giggling were somehow terrible erotic, this caused his body to start tensing, the sight of her teasing her clit almost threw him over the edge. "Mon Dieu, uh, Bella... I'm gonna, you're gonna want, it's gonna be in your mouth." He moaned louder as his body started quivering.
 
"Oh... mmmm... ughhhh... Bella... Jesus..." he looked into her eyes, his body convulsing as he came in her mouth. "Bella... sacre bleu... fantastique." was all Pierre could come up with after her and his orgasms.
 
"Mon Cher, it is okay. That is the man's reaction when something so pleasurable occurs. When we had our first physical relation, the same thing happened. Only it was inside of you, so you didn't know."

Pierre sits down next to Bella and helps her to clean it off of her face.

"I will give you more warning the next time, so it will not happen again this way."
 
He smiles back at her as she comes to nestle into his arms. "I think perhaps, we should stay here for a bit longer. Afterall, we're not far from home now." Pierre leans into her, kissing her softly.
 
"Well, I wa thinking I could tie you to that tree over there." He said pointing at a large tree. "Then I would ravage your body unmercifully." A grin spreading across his lips. "What do you think of that?"
 
"Well, I guess that'd be alright, I mean the blanket is a wonderful place for ravaging!" Pierre laughed, two days ago he was fairly lonely, and had thought about throwing himself into the Seine. Now, he was with a beautiful woman, perhaps this too was a dream.
 
Pierre knelt behind her, his cock just barely touching her pussy lips. He placed his hands on her hips as he guided his hard on inside of her very wet, and receptive slit, pushing himself all the way in. He reached one hand down and began to rub her clit as he started pumping in and out of her tight pussy. "Where did you hear about this Bella?"
 
He responded to her assistance by thrusting faster into her, his cock filling her cunt completely. Moaning loudly while slamming himself over and over inside of her pussy.

"MMmm... good mistress he had. I wonder if she taught you anything else."
 
This was unbelievable, Bella who until recently had been a virgin was seemingly very experienced, at least very well endowed with knowledge of sexual pleasures. Pierre wasn't going to complain. He began to moan louder his one hand still stroking her clit, the other firmly on her hips as he drove harder into her slit, in and out an endless cycle of grinding and pumping. "Oui, c'est bon," he moans in pleasure.
 
Her cunt convulsing on his cock threw him into utter ecstasy, he throws his head back with one final thrust into her slit. Moaning and groaning as he cums inside of Bella's pussy.

"I must unlock the other secrets your father's mistress taught you sometime." He says barely able to breathe.
 
Laying next to Bella, he smiles at her, his hands running along her chin.

"Oh and I will, I will. I'm sure you have a lot more secrets hidden inside that cute little brain of yours."
 
Smiling he lays perpendicular to her, his head lying on her stomach, one hand running up and down her leg. "Well I suppose, I never saw your brain before, but I bet it's cute."
 
"Oui, it should match the outside." Laying there naked as the day he was born, Pierre was happier than he'd been in some time. "Thank you for being 'my slave.' he said to her.
 
"It would appear, that you are insatiable. This is not going to be a problem." He starts moaning as her tongue begins to work his shaft in time with her suction.
 
He was moaning when she stopped, then lied next him.

"Uh... well we're only about an hour from Paris now, so probably the rest of the way home. So I can show you where you'll be living from now on. There is something I should tell you now. I am related to the Royal Family."
 
He could hear the jokiness of her question. "Am I going to be a princess?" and could only smile. "My love, not only will you be a princess, but one day you will be Queen."

"I am the crowned Prince of France." My family moved to Paris for it's central location. "I hope you are okay with this."
 
"Bella, you will not be killed. No one will know of these days. You are to be the Queen of France, when I become King. I will have no other."

Pierre knew this was difficult for her, but it's better she know now, rather then upon their return to Paris.

"That is the reason I have purchased your clothes, I kept the sizes for myself, so that our tailor will be able to make your coronation gown when the day comes. Isabella Marianne Delacoeur my name is Pierre Trudeau Bourbon."
 
"My dear one, as the Princess of France, you've only to will it, and your Father will be locked in the deepest, darkest, wettest dungeon of our newest prison. The Bastille."

He could see her obvious mortification, "It matters not how I came to know you, you are of Noble Blood and the people will accept that. They will be made to know what kind of scum your Father is."
 
Pierre holds her closely to him. "Bella, continue calling me Pierre, in public we might have to be formal. But please continue calling me Pierre."

He runs his hands through her hair, keeping her close to him.
 
Pierre just continued to hold her, running his hand through her hair and down her back. "It's gonna be okay, I promise you. But if you have reservations I suppose I could always abdicate."
 
"Bien that could be very good indeed. An alliance with the Bavarians would be highly acceptable in the eyes of the people."

Pierre said with a smile, glad to see that she was warming up to this new twist.
 
"We will first visit the Palais de Justice. We will say that you were being waylaid by a band of highway men. Michel and I came to your rescue, incognito of course. When we saved you from the bandits, we brought you to Paris, I knew by the designs on your coach that you were Noble. I now seek your hand in marriage, to form an alliance with your family."

He smiled devilishly, "And tonight, before your father gets word of this a squad of soldiers will take him into custody and he will be locked in the Bastille."
 
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