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[For Charles Vane] Nights in Nassau

After her first few days in Nassau, Anne stormed out of the pub in a huff, two of Vane's pirates in tow behind her. Guards. Insurance. At least until she could figure out how to properly handle a sword or pistol.

At least with her new wardrobe she didn't look quite so ridiculous as she had when they'd first arrived in Nassau. Charles' clothes were fine but of course they wouldn't be as trendsetting on a lady as Anne would have liked. She'd been able to put together a long skirt, which she'd put a long slit up the front and back so she'd be able to move easier. Pants were something she was still growing accustomed to, but they fit well enough under the long skirt and tucked into a decent pair of black boots. A dark wine-purple shirt covered by a tanned black leather corset finished the outfit she'd so carefully crafted. Hardly the fine silks and velvets she was used to wearing, but still moderately fashionable, and what jewels she'd kept still made her look fair and lovely.

But of course, such a commanding and entitled presence that she brought and maintained had earned her a sharp laugh from the blonde bitch of Nassau, Eleanor Guthrie. A laugh that Anne had answered with a sharp smack to Eleanor's face; but of course, it had only taken a slight curling of her fingers to bring her fine nails to drag over Eleanor's face as she'd struck. Naturally Eleanor's bouncers weren't too keen on that, and the two pirates that had accompanied Anne had urged her to leave before things got too dicey. Reluctantly, Anne had taken their advice.

So they returned, and once back Anne petulantly dropped herself into the first available chair she'd found. Fiddling with her necklace of deep red rubies, Anne pouted. She had hoped to establish some manner of dominance here. In England, in Henry's court, it had been relatively easy; play the part of the obedient young lady for the older nobles who wanted to use her for political gain, play the part of the enchanting seductress and mistress of the night for Henry for her own gain. Manipulating them all - but men were easier to trick than women.

And unfortunately for Anne, it seemed the majority of power here was controlled by women. This would be more difficult than she had anticipated.

Rather than fiddle with her necklace all day and draw attention to one of the few valuables that remained to her, Anne took a dagger that she'd lifted off some poor drunk her first night in Nassau, and turned it over in her hands. Examining her reflection in the blade.

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Anne's guards had told their captain the story with a mixture of awe and frustration in their voices. They'd never seen any woman behave that way, not even Eleanor. As a businesswoman, she was inclined to at least keep a civil and guarded sort of attitude with strangers in particular, but Anne had walked into the tavern like she was, for all intents and purposes, the queen. Vane took it all in, scratching at the stubble on his chin before stepping into his cabin.

Door closed and latched, he leaned against it, carefully regarding the raven-haired beauty sitting in his chair and toying with her knife.

"I'm not sure whether to throw you overboard or pour you a drink," he finally said, crossing the room to lean against his desk. "You might have just cost me a lot of money. And it's only the 'might' part that's keeping me from terminating your current employment."

Anne didn't look up when the door opened. She knew who it was. There was a feeling she got when Vane looked at her; a kind of warm and tingling feeling. She felt it then, and kept her eyes focused on the blade. Only when he spoke did she look up.

"That's the only thing working in my favor, hm?" She replied. After a brief pause her eyes darkened a bit. "She insulted me. Was I supposed to let her get away with that? I was not about to let her make a mockery of me and let word spread throughout the island."

Anne sheathed the knife and turned her full attention to him. A dark smirk blossomed across her full lips. "Besides. I didn't hit her hard. If she can't take a simple smack, perhaps she ought to toughen up."

Vane shook his head. "She was testing you, and now she knows how easy it is to get a rise out of you," he replied. "Then again, I suppose I'm not really one to talk." Grunting, he scratched at his stubbled chin and thought through all the implications of Anne's actions and what they could mean for him and his crew.

"Oh, Eleanor Guthrie can take plenty," he answered. "She wouldn't be running the business she is if she couldn't. But that doesn't mean she has to suffer it. If she decides she doesn't want to move our cargo, then there's no income. No income means no one gets paid. And when a crew doesn't get paid, it mutinies."

"You'll go back there tomorrow," Vane told her, raising a hand before any objections. "Not to apologize, just to make sure you two cats can sheathe your claws long enough for us all to do some business."

Anne considered his words with pouted lips, thinking long on his words. "Perhaps. But if she doesn't move our cargo she's limiting herself as to what she can offer her consumers. Especially if we bring in cargo no one else has. She'd be hurting herself as much as she's hurting us."

Anne prided herself on being sharper than she looked. That's what made her a threat; she knew how to process information, evaluate her opponents and identify weakness.

"Or, say, if the rest of her suppliers mysteriously stopped bringing cargo to her," Anne shrugged but her smile was downright malicious. Of course she knew this option was unlikely, but it was a possibility all the same.

She frowned at the command to return to Eleanor the next day. The prospect of licking her wounds in front of an adversary didn't please her much. But she wasn't about to argue.

"I won't be kissing her boots," Anne stated plainly. She gave a sigh and tipped her head back. "But I suppose I'll have to bring her a peace offering, no? Perhaps I'd be more enthusiastic with a little incentive." She chuckled at the last bit.

At Anne's shrewd summation of the situation, Charles slapped the top of the table and smiled. "Now that is what you need to bring to the table with Eleanor Guthrie. She's smart, and she knows it, and too often the pirates she does business with aren't. But like any good pirate, make it worth her while, and she'll be willing to talk."

He set aside any suggestions of preying on other ships that flew the black. Vane knew that no matter how cunning a captain he was or how formidable the Ranger could be, such an act would turn all of Nassau against him, and he'd be headed for the ocean floor inside of a week.

Vane shook his head. "No one's asking you to beg. Just, like you said, bring a peace offering. If there are any books we took from your ship, or some of your ladies' fancy dresses Eleanor could give to her girlfriend."

With a raised eyebrow, he slid closer to Anne. "All right, you want to open negotiations with me, then? You want something in exchange for smoothing things over with Eleanor?"

Anne grinned, happy that her cunning had put her back in Charles' good graces after her apparent blunder. That was precisely what she intended to do; return to Eleanor with gift in hand, and point out the value of the Ranger and its cargo. The mention of a girlfriend for the good lady Guthrie caused Anne to pause, her mind actually locking up at the notion. She knew men sometimes pined for one another, her own brother had been known to sneak off with his minstrel friend Mark, albeit rarely. To be caught in such a state usually meant death. She had never heard of women pining for each other, save for brothel whores appeasing the requests of their male patrons.

But here the rules were slightly different.

"Girlfriend?" Anne repeated the word as though it were foreign to her. "Sounds like something I might be able to use to my advantage." She put the fact in the back of her mind.

Anne pouted her lips a bit and leaned a bit closer, purposely moving and positioning herself so that the swell of her breasts would be amplified. "She did insult me, after all. Yet you want me to play nice with her. I only meant that I would be more anxious to put myself in her good graces if I were to get some manner of reward for my...shall we say flexibility." The last word was a soft purr from her full lips.

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Vane didn't miss the fact that his mention of Eleanor's current entanglement with the whore Max gave his newest associate a bit of a start. Apparently such things just weren't done in the halls of British royalty or some other such bullshit. He shook his head. "In what is effectively a pirate nation, my dear, we do exactly as we please, and that includes whoever we decide to fuck."

He chuckled. "Unless you're thinking of making your case to her the way you did me."

Smile widening as Anne leaned forward, giving him a fetching show and letting him know where her thoughts were pointing, Charles gave the woman a nod. "My kind of exchange. What's the going rate for such a favor? How many times do you need to come, hm? Once? Twice?"

Anne tilted a brow at that remark. She had seen Nassau, so the idea of open fornication didn't surprise her. But her eyes did flash a bit in jealousy. "I see. Perhaps then my territorial nature will not serve me well. I'll just have to prove that I'm more worth your while." She had a grin on her face as she spoke.

Anne didn't intend to offer herself to Eleanor. No, the blonde bitch had annoyed and insulted her. Besides, Anne much preferred the company of men - women didn't appeal to her much on the sexual level.

She considered his question a moment and let her fingers tease along the ties of his shirt. "Let's start the bidding at three. Though something shiny might buy you out of one." Might being the key word.

Charles gave another noncommittal shrug. "I won't say that some folk don't get possessive about other people. You've just got to be willing to defend a claim like that." He smirked. "Why, you feeling territorial about my cock?"

He noted the dismissal of his joke about Anne going to bed with Eleanor. It hadn't been meant in anything close to seriousness, but it did make for an amusing visual in his head.

"Two. And I certainly won't need to make up for either with a trinket." The captain moved around the table, sitting on the edge near Anne. "So how do you want the first? Hand, tongue, or cock?"

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Anne tilted a brow, fighting an internal struggle. She didn't want to show her hand and make herself vulnerable. So she refused to answer.

She would certainly use the possibility to her advantage if necessary with Eleanor, but Anne didn't intend to pursue the possibility recreationally. No matter how amused Charles might have been.

Anne pouted at his response and sat back in her chair, bringing a finger up to twirl around a lock of her hair. The other hand trailed a couple fingers along his inner thigh.

"Two it is. But for the first, I want both fingers and tongue," Anne's father was a thrifty, greedy man. He had passed on his haggling techniques to his son, and his younger daughter when he thought she wasn't listening.

Truth be told, Charles didn't find much to object to when it came to the idea of Anne staking some kind of claim on him. She was a clever woman, beautiful, and far more of a beast in bed than he could ever have anticipated, which meant he was as content with the situation as he was like to ever be. The idea of another man having his way with Anne sat just as ill with him as he expected the reverse was with her.

Anne responded to his counter-offer, and the captain nodded. Barter and haggle were as natural to a pirate as they were to any fishmonger on the street, and the terms were certainly agreeable.

"Then raise your skirts and get comfortable, your majesty, and let me at that cunny."

Anne smirked at his words. She loved it when he called her 'your majesty' the words flowed off of his tongue like fine wine. Anne reached down slowly and lifted her skirts inch by inch. She brought them up to her mid-thigh, showing off her slender body and creamy skin.

"As you command, captain," she purred.

Her hands couldn't keep to themselves, it seemed. While he moved closer to her, Anne let her fingers drag down along his leg, pressing against his inner thigh. She did feel possessive of him, but rather than say so, she intended to show it.

Charles' tongue slid out to wet his lips, by now an instinctual reaction to the promise of getting another taste of Anne's delectable body. She was lithe and fair and, in her somehow elegant way, as wanton as any whore he'd ever met, and the combination made him burn.

Crouching down before her, Charles ducked his head beneath her skirt and took one long, slow lick of her pussy before beginning to lap at her quickly. After a minute or two of warming her up, he slid his hand up one creamy thigh to let his index finger tease at her entrance before slipping inside of her.

Anne loved how Charles looked at her. She loved seeing his hungry gaze - and how when he wanted her, he took her. So long as she obliged. No games, no political chess matches. Just the two of them. It was a kind of primal claiming that made her feel wanted and warm.

He was strong in a way Henry wasn't. He was crafty, he was... He was Charles Vane.

When he ducked beneath her skirts and licked along her soft, wet entrance, Anne gasped sharply. Her fingers stroked over his dreadlock mane and gripped slightly, though not enough to inhibit him in any way. The lapping of his tongue over her lower lips had her trembling. So when his one finger penetrated her, Anne gasped again in arousal and her back arched in pleasure.

Charles knew that pleasuring a woman like this was something he'd gained a considerable amount of skill at and, after crossing the ocean, he knew that Anne was thoroughly familiar with his abilities, as well. So he'd haggled on the terms mostly out of form, since he'd also gained a fair liking for the taste of Queenly cunt, and enjoyed going down on Anne until she came screaming.

The fingers in his hair made it clear that she was enjoying herself already thanks to the attentions of Charle's tongue and finger. He was stroking the digit long and deep inside of her as he licked around her slit, finally centering on the swollen bead at the apex of her entrance. Charles sealed his lips around Anne's clit and sucked at the same time he pushed a second finger inside of her.

Sometimes Anne found it surreal that she was here. She half expected to wake up from some vivid dream or fantasy, back in England in her plush palace bed. But to her delight, she had traded in such a bed for a much harder and less comfortable bunk aboard the Ranger...but with a much more suitable bedmate included. Charles' expertise in how he put his tongue to work for more than just compliments and pretty words surprised and delighted Anne. He curled and flicked his tongue at just the right angles at just the right moments. She swore he could read her mind.

Of course he wasn't the only one who had put their mouth to work - Anne may have been a Queen, but she was not above getting on her knees for Charles to put her own tongue and hot, wet mouth to work getting him off. The louder she could get him to moan, and even if she could get him to cry out her name as he came, the more prestigious her victory. At least in her mind.

As Charles' finger explored her insides and his tongue continued its work licking and lapping at her folds, Anne could feel her clit throbbing. Pulsing in arousal. As he centered on it, focusing all his efforts upon it and letting his hot, wet tongue graze over it and his lips suckle and squeeze around it, Anne gasped aloud and her grip slightly tightened in his hair. Her body began to tremble and her breath shortened in her chest, making her breasts heave up and down with each breath. She felt her core beginning to tighten and squeeze.

When he pushed in that second finger, Anne's eyes widened and her back arched.

Anne's wanton spirit and ready willingness to to give as good as she got when they had sex continued to surprise and impress Charles all the way across the ocean. He'd never once imagined that such a high born lady would have such a sex fiend hidden inside of her, and he was having the time of his life drawing that side of her out and encouraging it with every possible opportunity.

By now, he knew the woman's body well enough to recognize the signs of her oncoming climax. Charles kept up his assault of pleasure on her, stroking his fingers deep into her pussy while sucking hard on her clit, knowing that the combination had always pushed her over the edge before.

He was soon rewarded with the sudden arch of her back. His efforts didn't slow, though, wanting to prove his point as thoroughly as he could, wanting to prolong and intensify the orgasm as much as he could.

For a good portion of her life, Anne had been told what to do, how to behave and how to dress. She was happy to have found a niche with Charles, and a common spirit with him - one of freedom and desire and conquest - in all things, in the bedroom and beyond.

Anne bit her lower lip, an attempt to distract herself from her oncoming orgasm with pain. To no avail. The constant pressure of his mouth on her clit with his fingers slipping inside and stroking her - it was too much, she couldn't handle it all at once.

Her core squeezed and grew tense - tight as a bowstring. Heat filled her core, blazing hotter and harder. Anne lifted her hips a bit, giving him a new angle. But it wasn't long before she was quaking beneath him. All that heat and tension suddenly burst and she came against the efforts of his mouth and fingers. Anne moaned aloud, and his name poured off her lips in a reverent whisper as her orgasm rushed through her body.

The days of a trans-Atlantic voyage are long and empty, even on a ship that requires constant tending, and so he and Anne really have done more than simply fuck one another endlessly. They've spoken, as well, and so now he knows her story and, despite his natural reticence to open up, Anne knows his. And while the slavery of his youth was more literal and harsher, they're both very much cut from the same cloth.

Once Anne topples over, Charles doesn't let up until he can feel her body sinking back down to Earth. He leans back, at last giving her swollen clit some respite, but his fingers remain inside her heat, stroking slowly, keeping the embers glowing.

"One," he announces firmly.

Anne had been honored and even a little touched when Charles had opened up to her. That he had chosen to share his history with her. Based on his personality and how he carried himself, Anne would never have guessed that he had been enslaved in his youth. She had felt for him then, sympathized with him - but not precisely pitied him. Anne knew he probably would not have appreciated pity.

But it built her appreciation and even admiration of him. To say nothing of her trust.

She in turn had entrusted him with her own story - though hers was not so harsh as Charles' had been. Anne had grown up high-born and well provided for; but she had been a virtual servant, and her father had pimped her and her sister Mary out to the other lords; highest born to gain benefits and prestige to the Boleyn clan.

This life, though not as comfortable, was so much better.

When he kept his fingers inside; keeping her filled and her core taut, Anne couldn't help but sigh again in arousal. She looked down to him as he announced the first orgasm and chuckled softly.

"One indeed. And one more to go."

As loath as he was to trust most people, Vane still knew the value of having people he could rely on and predict. While many pirates were expert deceivers, Charles had learned how to root them out. Even with all of Rackham's scheming, he always knew how to pique his interest into toeing the line.

Knowing Anne's story convinced him she was the kind who could be trusted and relied upon.

Charles nodded from between her legs. "Yes indeed. And I think we'll begin right away, shall we?" Without another word of warning, his fingers began again, thrusting deep into Anne's pussy. "I haven't shown you this one, yet..." With his free hand, Vane pressed down against her body, just above where his fingers were flying. That done, he curled the fingers inside of Anne, searching for a spot he'd learned of during his voyages but had never found the opportunity to try.

Anne was glad Charles trusted her, and even after only being in Nassau for so long, she saw how the other pirates reacted to his name and to those who sailed under his colors. He was respected; feared. All she could do was thank her lucky stars and the powers that be she had been captured by Charles Vane and not someone else. He respected her, and she appreciated that.

The lack of warning made Anne cry out sharply as he began thrusting his fingers so relentlessly inside her. She almost didn't hear his words - but then they resonated in her mind; what hadn't he shown her?? The pressure of his hand against her was unexpected, but combined with his fingers probing her inside, they sandwiched her most sensitive spot. Anne's jaw dropped open but her voice completely failed her.

Sparks shot through her core and up her spine, making her arch her back as she moaned aloud for him. Her fingers grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be the table, and dragged her nails over it as her pleasure overwhelmed her. Anne's breath instantly became ragged in her chest, making her breasts heave with each shaky breath.

"Don't stop...don't stop- right there!" She whimpered. So soon after her first orgasm and already he was overwhelming her with pleasure once again.

It was true that had Anne's ship been taken by any other pirate, things might not have gone nearly as well as they had. Either she would have been simply shut away and ransomed off to Henry, or the captain and crew would have had their way with her and her ladies, then thrown the bodies overboard. Instead, Charles had seen potential and had not wasted it, and they had both profited greatly so far.

As he worked at her, the fingers inside of her core rubbing and stroking against a small patch of flesh within Anne that he'd seen undo every woman he'd ever given the treatment. Charles watched the woman's face twist into a mask of overwhelming pleasure and smiled arrogantly. He knew damn well what he could do with a woman's body, and today Anne was getting a taste of one of his most potent tricks.

"Oh no, your highness. No stopping. No stopping until you can't take it anymore and you beg me to."

It was potential that Anne herself had never known she had. Charles challenged her, praised her, infuriated her, exalted her - but even at the lowest moments, Anne couldn't help loving every minute of it.

She felt his fingers working inside her, pressed tight against her soft spot and making her whole body tense. Anne arched her hips a little, desperate for release and relief from the tension he was building within her. Anne moaned and whined, feeling heat blazing inside her and ready to burst. She mumbled all manner of praise in English and French, her mind clouded in lust. His own voice, dark and raspy, had a way with making her mad with desire.

"So close..." She gasped, feeling a sudden spark rush up her core. Another few passes of his fingers, and she knew she'd come undone.

For his part, Vane knew that he'd gotten very, very lucky. For all he knew, what he'd seen in Anne beyond her beauty and how much he'd enjoyed bedding her could have been wishful thinking on his part. The captain counted himself fortunate that it wasn't so.

His eyes were burning with intensity as he watched Anne climbing faster towards the peak of pleasure. His fingers worked that soft, sensitive spot inside her pussy while his other hand maintained the pressure that would keep that contact the whole time. Soon, he knew from Anne's noises that she had reached the precipice.

His fingers pumped a few more times, and as the coup de grace, Charles leaned in and sucked hard on her clit.

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Sorry for the delay. RL has been stupid. :(

No problem! Work's especially busy this week so I absolutely get it

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