It was night in the skies. The depths of the ocean were dark. Deep in the kingdom of Atlantis, there was a bit of light that lit parts of a particular palace.

Marina was in her chambers. She got dressed in a light turquoise peplus dress. There was an elderly puppet. If she were alive, she would be in her late fifties, her pale gray hair was put in a bun, and her eyes were light brown, filled with emptiness. She was fixing Marina's hair.

She wanted to speak with the puppet but knew that she would not receive a response, but she had the temptation to. "I wish that every puppet in this kingdom would speak. I am curious about how all of you were as humans."

There was no response from the female puppet. She held no emotion in her eyes and face. It saddened Marina that Trystan's only forms of companions were puppets that could not speak or have any emotion. The puppet finished fixing her hair, which had white flowers and gems.

"Thank you."

The puppet bowed and motioned her to follow her.

Every step that Marina took made her feel nervous. She was going to dine with Trystan in his chambers and felt very nervous and excited. She wanted to speak with Trystan more; he was opening himself more.

Marina made it and stood before the doors while the puppet left. She took a deep breath and was about to knock, but one of the doors opened.

Trystan was before her. He wore a white tunic with a red cloak; his hair was tied. He smiled and extended his hand to her. "Shall we?"

The shy woman nodded, took hold of his hand, and entered his chambers. Once inside, the doors closed, and she saw a small round marble-like table and chairs. There were plates of fish, octopus, shrimp, and some water. There were candles on the table and a few on the walls. It gave out a romantic vibe.

The king motioned Marina to sit first; he then sat on the other side of the table. He looked at her while Marina looked at the plates of food; a blush was on her cheeks. "You look beautiful. The dress looks well on you."

"T-Thanks. You look great yourself. I am not used to wearing dresses, but I admit I am starting to like them. Your people had great tastes in clothing. Not like the people in my generation."

"How is your generation? The people, the rulers?"

Marina explained different parts of the world, the clothing, the politics, wars, and languages. Trystan paid close attention when she spoke; he expressed interest.

"How do you feel about living in your world, your generation?" he asked as he took a bite of an apple.

She became thoughtful. "I have mixed feelings about it. There are positive and negative aspects to different periods. Overall, life can be cruel. That's the bottom line." Marina took a sip of wine. "Hey, can I ask you a personal question?"

He nodded.

"Um, have you ever considered marrying when you were mortal?"

Trystan's eyes opened a bit; he was surprised by the sudden question. He became a bit thoughtful but gave her his attention. "Back then, marriage was the last thing on my mind. Since I was king, many women threw themselves at me; even parents threw their daughters at me to gain my attention. I was so used to getting so many women that marriage was foreign to me."

"Wow, that's tough."

"Indeed. I did want a woman to stand out from the others. I wanted a woman to help me change my ways, but it was not meant to be while I was mortal."

"Oh, sorry I asked."

"Don't be. What happened is in the past. You taught me that."

Both ate their food quietly.

As for Marina, she became thoughtful and came up with an idea. She stood up and walked towards Trystan. Marina extended her right hand to him. "Let's dance."

He tilted his head. "Dance?"

"Yeah, have you ever danced before?"

He shook his head. "I have seen dancers dance in festivities, but I never danced. Is it difficult to do such a thing?"

"Not really. I am not much of a dancer, but it would be nice if we tried. Please." She did her puppy eyes.

The immortal king looked into her eyes; he thought she was adorable. He gave a quick little sigh; he stood up and grabbed her hand.

Marina led him to the center of the room.

Both were face to face.

The shy young woman grabbed his right hand and put it on her waist while holding onto his left. As for Trystan, he felt his face turn warm; he liked having her close to him.

"What is next, my water nymph?"

"We dance. You can follow me, and once you get the hang of it, I will follow your movements." She then began to move sideways, slowly. Trystan followed her; he felt free. A smile made its way to his handsome face. He held Marina closer to his body; he began to lead.

The couple danced to their heart's content. They enjoyed themselves, even though there was no music in the background.

Then, Trystan got Marina's head and put her closer to his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, and she felt peace.

"Can you hear my heart, Marina?"

"Yes, it is a beautiful sound to hear." She closed her eyes as she enjoyed hearing his heartbeat.

"Whenever I am with you, my heart beats immensely. My heart beats for you. You give purpose to my miserable existence."

Marina could not believe what she heard. She opened her eyes and looked at him; a soft smile was seen. "My heart beats faster whenever I am near you, Trystan."

Trystan felt his heartbeat in joy.

Suddenly, Marina put her hands on his face, pulled his face closer to hers, and kissed his lips. The dancing stopped.

Trystan's eyes were wide open as he felt her lips upon his, but he immediately returned the kiss. He put his arms around her waist.

Their tongues played with one another. They held onto one another as they kissed. Their arms touched each other's bodies, and they felt aroused at each other's touch. Both separated from the kiss and looked at one another, catching their breath.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't think! I-" Marina was interrupted.

"Marina, please don't apologize. Please don't say that you regret this." He still held her close to him, afraid of letting her go.

She smiled. "Never." Marina kissed him once again as he did the same. She then held his cloak and slid it off of him.

He growled as a response and stopped the kiss; he carried her bridal style and gently put her on his bed. "Are you certain that you want me to touch you? I do not want to do something that brings regret."

"I am sure, my king. I want you to make love to me."

The immortal king got on the bed and on top of her. "I promise to make your first time memorable." He then took off his toga. He was nude; his muscular body was exposed, and he was proud of his private. Trystan then undid the knot that held his hair, trailing his raven hair. He then began to undo Marina's dress.

Marina stared at the man above her and felt her entire body turn warm. She could not help herself and look at his body. Marina could feel her mouth water in delight. Her peplus dress was undone and removed from her body; she was also nude. She could feel a blush on her face and look away in embarrassment.

Trystan gave a slight chuckle and touched her face, making her look at him. "Do not be embarrassed, my water nymph. Keep your beautiful eyes on me. I want you to gaze upon me." He then took her right hand and put it on his muscular chest. "Touch me, Marina."

The shy and naive woman felt his hard chest and gulped. She began to trail her hand down his muscular chest and loved the feeling. Her hand went down from his chest to his abs. "You are beautiful," she breathed out.

"Not as you." To the king's surprise, Marina pushed him off her and then to the bed. She then got on top of him. He could not deny that her actions excited him.

Marina began to give small kisses on his neck, then trailed to his nipples and licked them.

Trystan moaned in pleasure and felt his penis becoming erect.

Marina noticed. She could feel herself getting wet at the sight of his erection.

"Are you certain you want to do this?" Trystan asked in a husky tone. He could feel himself drool at the very sight of her.

She kissed his lips with enthusiasm and passion. "With all my heart."

Her answer was what Trystan wanted to hear. He climbed on top of her once again while she was beneath him. They both began to kiss again. Trystan kissed her lips and neck and then trailed down to both her breasts. Marina moaned in pleasure and felt his hands on her legs and butt. Trystan licked and suckled her nipples one at a time.

"Trystan..."

He stopped teasing her and looked at her with loving eyes.

"Make love to me, Trystan."

He growled in the declaration as he spread her legs. Then, he put his face close to her entrance and licked her.

"Ah!" She felt his tongue within her; it drove her insane. "Please...no more teasing." She felt her juices dripping from her entrance.

Trystan licked his lips and became erect. Marina blushed; he got his erect penis and put it on her vagina. Slowly, he put his tip inside her. She could feel pressure inside her. "You may feel uncomfortable, but I promise you will feel pleasure."

She nodded as a response.

The immortal king put his cock deeper into her and felt her barrier. He gave Marina a peck on her lips and put his entire length inside her.

As for Marina, the pain made her yelp. "Ah! It hurts!" She felt his kisses all over her face and neck; it was as if he was trying to comfort her. 

"I'm so sorry." He waited for her pain to die down; he would try to comfort her in the best way possible.

As for Marina, she felt the pain subside. She nodded.

Trystan slowly thrust in her, for her to get accustomed to his size. Little by little, she felt pleasure building in her. She put her legs around his waist. Trystan closed his eyes at the sudden sensation his penis was feeling; pure pleasure and ecstasy.

It had been years since he felt the sensation to feel a woman's touch. He looked down at Marina, and she looked at him with such love and emotion. He then thrust slowly within her, and Marina arched her head back.

"Ohh...Trystan..." she moaned. She circled her legs tighter around Trystan's waist; he could feel her walls clenching on his penis tightly. He groaned and began to thrust faster and harder inside her, hitting her spot. He lifted her and put her arms around his shoulders. Marina held onto him as Trystan pleasured her. 

"Oh, Trystan! Yes! Faster! Harder!! Make me yours and only yours!" she yelled in ecstasy.

Both breathed heavily; their bodies were filled with sweat.

Trystan's green eyes glared at her. 

The bed creaked at every movement, and their kisses and moans echoed throughout the room. Marina could no longer keep her hold on Trystan, and she let go, but he still had her. The pleasure was too much for her.

Trystan was face to face with her breast. With every thrust he gave her, Marina's breasts bounced. It made him lose control as he, too, was lost in pleasure. "M-Marina!"

"T-T-Trystan!"

Marina came; Trystan felt his release coming. His thrusts became harder and erratic; his sac pounced on Marina's entrance. Trystan released inside her.

They moaned together. Both breathed heavily, and their sweat dripped from their bodies. Trystan got his penis out of her and lay beside the love of his life. He got the bed covers and put them over them both.

Marina held onto him as they both lay on the bed. Trystan snapped his fingers; the candles went off. He snapped his fingers again, and the curtains of his balcony opened. They saw fishes swimming in the ocean, even in the dark waters.

Marina went to sleep, and Trystan looked and kissed her.

"I love you," he whispered to her and fell asleep.