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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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Charles tilted his head, running back through their conversation as though he were scanning through a book for a particular passage. "Not exactly how I recall the terms," he replied, "but I can't say as I'd likely to ever turn down the opportunity to make you come on my cock."

He shrugged at Anne's further explanation. "Oh, Your Majesty, it is always about winning, somehow. It's just that under the best circumstances, everyone wins." Charles pushed at her skirts again, returning them to their place exposing the dark-haired beauty from the waist down.

Charles unbuckled his belt, then quickly loosened the laces of his trousers, pushing them just far enough off his hips to let his hard, heavy cock swing free. He lined himself up with Anne's entrance and, knowing first hand just how wet she was, slid himself home inside her with one thrust.

Anne chuckled, either way she got what she wanted; ever the spoiled queen. She may have surrendered her vast array of jewels and fine gowns, even her ruling scepter, but her attitude had been with her long before she'd been crowned. It wasn't about to change. And oh, how she loved it when he called her 'your majesty' - the very words from his gravelly tone could set her to purring in that very instant.

"I'll keep that in mind," she replied coyly as he pushed up her skirts. She enjoyed a good game as much as anyone else - she could abide by such rules.

When he slid his cock out of his trousers it was hard to resist the temptation to let her fingers play with it. But before she even had the opportunity, he'd slid inside her with such ease and strength. Feeling him pierce so deep inside her, Anne couldn't help gasping and bringing her hands up to squeeze his arms. Her walls quickly clamped around his length, squeezing tight - still recovering from her initial orgasms.

It had come to pass that Anne was precisely the woman that Charles needed in his life, though he'd never once in all his days predicted any such thing. He'd thought that willing whores and other wantons would be all that would be required once things with Eleanor had fallen apart. Instead, fate had delivered him a wanton and a partner all in one.

Charles set aside any further contemplation on the subject in the moment before his cock slid home inside of Anne's pussy. The woman's sheath clutched at his shaft with a fierce, hot grip, sopping wet with her juices. "Fuck..." he hissed, as the root of his shaft pressed against her folds for a moment before he began to rock his hips.

It was an equal partnership in that regard. Charles was just the crass, strong, ravenous man Anne had never known she needed. He apparently took no issue calling her out in error, or telling her when she was out of line - she needed that, even if she didn't always like it. Henry had been strong, he had protected her...when it suited him. But soon enough he'd lost interest in her as a bedmate. It didn't seem that Charles would follow that same pattern. Their appetites seemed to match in pace in that regard.

Even the sensation of just having him inside her could have driven her to climax again. Feeling him begin a steady rhythm, sliding in and out of her over and over again, Anne cried out softly. Sparks of arousal shot through her - tingling heat began to build within her. "God, yes-!" she moaned. Her back arched, pressing herself tighter against him. Her chest was flush against his, and Anne moved to kiss him hard.

Perhaps that was the great difference between himself and the King. While they were both men of great appetites who had bedded their fair share of lovely women, Charles did not need a steady stream of new bedmates to satisfy himself or to feel virile. When he found one who could match his lusts as well as Anne, the pirate was content to keep her.

When the beautiful woman pressed herself tighter against him, crushing her breasts against his chest, Charles wrapped his arms around her and squeezed even tighter. He wanted Anne to feel the ripple of his muscles and the pumping of his hips while he fucked her senseless once more. Their mouths collided, hungry and hot.

Charles' muscles were beyond any that she'd ever encountered. He had the hard, lean body of a man who's worked rigorously all his life. She was used to the high-born of England; men in fine jewels and velvets who had minimal muscle and had most of the hard work done by servants. Anne found herself curious from time to time how Charles would look dressed in finer trappings, but in truth she would not have changed anything about him. He was just as stubborn as she, and stronger than any man she'd ever met.

Still, feeling how his muscles rolled and the steady rhythm of his hips moved so fluidly against her own body, Anne couldn't help but be overwhelmed. Heat rushed straight to her head and made her face flush a bright red against her creamy complexion. Senseless indeed, already her head was swimming and hazy with lust. Her nails dug shallowly into his arms as he continued to drive his hips into hers, steadily slamming in and out of her over and over again. Anne's core began to grow tight, and it made her body arch further.

She kissed him back and even nipped playfully at his lower lip. Her walls began to quiver and quake, close to going over the edge once again.

For his part, Charles found Anne's body endlessly interesting. Most of the women he'd been with either had the lean, wiry bodies of sailors and pirates, toughened and strengthened by life at sea, or were the kind of soft and voluptuous women found in the whorehouses of the ports they frequented. Anne's figure lay in the perfect balance between, and Charles enjoyed every opportunity to explore it and discover the keys to the woman's pleasure.

He grunted and groaned as his body pumped hard against hers, his cock sawing back and forth, giving Anne the entire length of his shaft with every thrust before pulling it back until he was nearly clear of her sheath. Charles shuddered at the heat of her, at the grip on his cock that was just beginning to flutter in preparation for an orgasm.

Charle's next kiss was hard and hungry, accompanying even quicker strokes into her. This time, he wanted to breathe in Anne's cries of release, to swallow them and claim them and her.

There was no doubt that Anne was not the hard-working type. She had been brought up to be a lady. But she was shrewd, a businesswoman, a true asset for Charles. There was definitely no woman like Anne in Nassau. She knew that, and she loved it. And of course he was unlike any man she'd ever met.

The way he drove into her over and over again was unlike anything she'd felt with anyone else. They moved fluidly together, his thrusts sending all kinds of heat and desire rushing through her. Anne's entire body began to quake as she felt herself on the brink.

As he kissed her, she tilted her head back and returned that kiss, even nipping playfully at his lower lip. But as he slammed into her that last time, Anne felt all that tingling heat that had been building up inside her suddenly burst. Anne cried out against Charles' lips and against his mouth as she came hard, her core quivering and trembling around his length. Her fluids dripped down his length as she quaked against him.

Soft on the outside, tough at heart-- that was how Charles viewed Anne, and the idea pleased him to no end. The Queen gave him everything he could ever want and need, both in bed (or whatever surface they happened to be on) and, it was clear, in business. He expected very good times for himself, the woman, and the Ranger.

For the moment, what he was expecting was another explosive orgasm for Anne, and within a few moments, he got what he wanted. They were kissing hard, and so he drew in her moans as his cock was treated to the squeezing, shuddering pulses of her sex around it, wetness flooding between them and down onto the bed below.

Charles' pace remained unchanged, driving Anne through her climax.

Indeed that was the very essence of Anne Boleyn; she was soft, but would not suffer fools or traitors. Not that she had to worry about that from Charles, at least that's not how she viewed it. The English Court was far more treacherous territory than being here in Nassau, in her opinion. At least here there was no question that other pirates posed a threat, and the crews would likely mutiny if they were not paid properly.

That's where she came in. Anyone could identify an English ship from a French or Spanish ship, but Anne could look closer and spy subtleties that would indicate if royalty or high-born were on the ship. To say nothing of her ability to play bait for rival captains, only to lure them into situations beyond their control - as if she would surrender her pussy to anyone other than Charles.

His continued thrusts drew out her orgasm, made it last so much longer. Anne's body continued to quake against and around him as she rode out her orgasm. The kiss had lasted far longer than anticipated. Finally she needed to breathe and she broke away, gasping for breath and continuing to moan softly as she came.

Anne had become far more than the best and most exciting lover that Charles had ever known. Outside of his cabin, she was a weapon the likes of which he'd never imagined and was only just learning how effective she could be. But they both thrilled at the challenge, at the conquest, at the hunt and the taking of the prize. He had trouble imagining a better life for a pirate captain.

That was doubly so in moments like this, when he was balls-deep inside of Anne's body, feeling her clutch and shake around his shaft while she orgasmed so hard that she seemed to nearly lose herself.

When she was finished and her body began to quiet, Charles did as well, his thrusts slowing to a stop, though he kept his cock lodged firmly inside her pussy while he waited. "Do we have a deal, then?" he asked playfully.

The challenge and conquest was more entertaining and fulfilling than Anne could have imagined. There was something to be gained from political battles and shifting of power, but Anne found that she enjoyed her role in the more hands-on battles fought in the realm of piracy. Nothing could ever be as entertaining again.

Anne breathed heavily as she recovered, feeling him still deep inside, filling her up even as he smirked over her. She chuckled and looked up to him with heavy-lidded eyes and a flushed face. "We have a deal," she admitted. "I'll go back and see her tonight and make peace."

She had no intention of backing down or apologizing. But Anne would not be the reason that their business endeavors failed in Nassau. No, she would make certain to amend her mistake.

The longer she stayed in the game, Anne would certainly find herself entangled in her share of power shifts and politics among the various factions and crews, but it was true that those on the account tended to settle their differences with gunpowder and blades instead of laws and treaties.

Charles nodded as the well-fucked woman promised to keep up her end of the bargain. There was a moment when the captain considered warning Anne regarding the fact that her negotiations with Eleanor actually involved two women who knew what he looked like when he came, but in the end doubted it would come up in conversation.

"Once we're done, of course," he added, before shifting his weight back and withdrawing his cock from her heat. Charles twisted and turned Anne until she was facing down and away from him before driving his length back into her pussy from behind. He hissed at the feel of her tightness before starting to pump his hips again.

The high born were not so prim and proper as to settle all matters with a debate. Often enough she had seen lords resort to poisoning and murder to fulfill their agendas. This, if anything, would be a welcome change. Sure enough there were shady dealings, but pirates were at least more direct with their intentions.

His decision to refrain from telling her about his prior relations with Eleanor was a wise one. The revelation would likely yield a violent reaction from Anne. Possessive indeed, she was. Any possibility of mending the issue with Eleanor would have completely shattered - if anything, Anne would be more likely to fly back to her pub in a rage, and no guards on earth would protect Eleanor from Anne's furious wrath.

But she didn't have to think about that; indeed her mind was awash with a haze of lust that still enveloped her as her orgasm ebbed. She heard him, but her brow furrowed as she didn't quite understand at first. Then he moved her, manhandling that she normally would not have tolerated from any man - but Charles was a special case, he was awarded privileges that Anne had never allowed to another. Thus feeling him put her in such a prone position had her feeling aroused rather than angry. As his cock slammed back into her so suddenly, Anne gripped tight and her nails dragged over the wood beneath her. Each thrust had her bobbing forward slightly, jostling her about in the best way. She had to admit she liked it when he handled her so roughly.

Taking what he wanted, rather than waiting for permission.

Somehow, in this position, he was able to get deeper inside, and Anne let out a sharp chain of moans with each thrust he gave. Each time her voice got slightly higher. Sparks rushed through her core, making it seize around his cock before rushing straight up her spine.

For his part, Charles was reasonably certain that Eleanor wouldn't bring the subject up. As far as he could tell, the woman was more than happy to pretend that their dalliance had never happened, and it wasn't in her nature to try and hold that fact over Anne's head.

He could tell that Anne's thoughts were still muddled by the pleasure and the series of orgasms he'd brought her to already, and the thought amused Charles perhaps more than it should have. But then, he doubted that being fucked silly was something she'd much consider a problem. She allowed him to reposition her and then take her again.

His hips slapped loudly against the pert curve of her ass with each thrust. Charles groaned at the hot, wet grip of her pussy around him and then again to join the chorus of noises escaping Anne's lips as he rode her.

"Mmmmm, Your Majesty's cunt is in fine form today," he growled, reaching forward along Anne's body to loop his fingers into her thick black hair. He pulled, arching her back a few degrees as though using his grip like reins on a willful horse.

Anne would appreciate any indifference that Eleanor held towards Charles. She was not about to be outdone by another woman ever again, Henry had done that enough to her. If she could strike up a working relationship with Eleanor, hell, perhaps Anne could even manage a better deal for the Ranger than Charles, given that - aside from their initial conflict - the women had no quarrel with one another.

Indeed, being fucked senseless and silly was not a complaint Anne was about to make. She was perfectly content, even jubilant that Charles was so anxious to have her over and over again. It made her feel wanted and desired; as though she were some great treasure that only he could take.

The sensation of his cock driving in and out, harder with each thrust, would have been enough for Anne, but the sound of his gruff, gravelly voice was that extra addition that she so loved. Even in her angriest of states, his voice had a way of compelling her into arousal. She suspected he knew this, but she tried not to make the fact too obvious.

"Mmmm...just today?" Anne grinned as she felt his fingers working into her hair. As he gripped and pulled her back, Anne cried out sharply. Pain stung her scalp, but she loved every moment of it. Combined with the sweet, incredible sensation of his cock thrusting in and out of her over and over again, it wouldn't be long before she went tumbling into an orgasm once again.

He might have been hard pressed to admit so, but Charles did indeed see Anne as his own personal treasure, and as much as he might champion the idea that among pirates, all were free to find pleasure as they saw fit, he felt more than a little territorial when it came to Her (no doubt former by now) Majesty's queenly pussy (and mouth, and the rest of her body).

Charles chuckled at the retort. "Oh, it's always very fine," he growled at Anne, her cry sending a rush through his body, knowing what kind of pleasure he was bombarding Anne with, just as much pleasure as he himself was feeling. "But today seems particularly good."

"Perhaps the secret is to get your properly riled up like you were after your little adventure in Nassau." Charles continued to pound his hips against her ass, driving the woman half forward with the force of his thrusts and half down into the bed.

Anne braced herself against the bed, her nails dragging against the sheets as she let him have his way with her. She laughed lowly at his teasing and glanced over her shoulder to him. "So you intend to make it a habit, teasing me and goading me into anger only to fuck me senseless?"

Likely those would be some very rough couplings. Women in general were not easy to deal with when angry. But the Boleyn temper was akin to a roman candle and Anne's was no exception. She would be likely to bite and scratch and fight him with more drive for topping rights.

But for now, it was absolute bliss submitting herself to him.

She started to reply again, but one good thrust of his cock, and her entire body began to tremble. Anne's eyes widened and she cried out as all the tension in her body suddenly burst, and she came hard on his cock as he continued his chain of thrusts. "Oh God-! Charles-!!" Anne's lips parted as she moaned aloud and quaked against him.

Charles feigned deep thought for a moment, then shook his head. "On second thought, you're more than enough to handle normally, let alone when you've got your temper up. Don't think we'd want that more often than necessary." Not that he had any kind of objection to having to tussle a bit with Anne from time to time, to work up a good sweat even before fucking her.

Hell, he'd even let her win now and then, lay back and leave her to ride his main mast over the horizon.

At the moment, he was the one in charge, just as he preferred, and he was burying his cock into Anne's pussy with a vengeance. When soon enough she started to tremble and squeeze around his length, her climax was enough to set off his own. As Anne cried out and shook, Charles swelled inside of her cunt and flooded her with spurt after spurt of his seed.

When they were both finally spent, it was all he could do to keep from collapsing his entire bulk down on her back.

She knew he preferred to be in charge, and she had no objections to being his complete submissive - at least not when she knew she could take control later to even things out. She was submissive, but not a doormat.

Anne felt his release flood inside her, his heat filling her up and even dripping out and along her thighs. She bit down hard on the pillow as she cried out, riding out wave after wave of pleasure from her orgasm. Her walls continued to quake and tremble around him. Anne took deep, heaving breaths as she came down, completely spent as she relaxed against the bed. Her body wanted nothing more than to simply melt against the bunk.

She turned her face a little to glance over her shoulder. Her face was completely flushed, lips pouted as she caught her breath. He'd overpaid on their arrangement, and she likely would take it upon herself to find some way to return the favor when she went out to make amends with Eleanor.

"Going to be difficult walking back into Nassau now," she chuckled breathlessly. Anne was absolutely certain her legs would be useless to her for at least an hour.

And Charles, of course, would want nothing to do with a woman who could be so easily stepped over or stepped on in any situation that didn't involve sex. He'd known and had his way with folded as easily in life as they did in bed, and they'd bored him to tears when they weren't infuriating him. No, Anne was exactly the balance he craved, and so he relished every opportunity to make the most of her.

The pirate let out one last, shuddering breath of satisfaction, then leaned down to press a kiss to Anne's shoulder before he rolled off, laying beside her. "Mmm, sorry for that. Bit of a miscalculation on my part." He reached down and gave her rear a slap. "Worth it, though. Without a doubt."

Charles reached his arm out, making space for Anne to shift herself over and lay against him if she wanted.

"Sorry indeed," she scoffed playfully. Anne didn't hesitate to cuddle in close to him as he reached his arm out. "I think that's the biggest lie you've told me to date." She was positive he wasn't remotely sorry. Nor was she.

Anne draped one arm lazily over his chest as she cuddled against him. "Absolutely worth it."

She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Anne would assess how her legs felt in the morning. So long as she could walk, she would go see Eleanor.

"Mmm still cross with me?" She chuckled softly as her fingers traced idle patterns over his chest.

[OOC: I apologize for having disappeared. RL and work decided to completely blow up on me. It's taking a bit to get back into the swing of things, but I'm here. And if it's been a bit too long, I totally understand.]

"Mmmm, you're getting entirely too good at reading me, Your Highness. I need to be more careful," he grunted, though the sly smile on Charles' face revealed nothing but amusement at the situation. The better Anne knew him, the better they would be at turning profits and raising the bar for epic sex.

Her body was warm, with a thin sheen of perspiration from their exertions, all but sealing Anne against him which was a pleasant feeling indeed. Charles curled his arm around her back, holding her tight while she touched him.

"Not anymore," he confessed. "Although who knows? Perhaps tomorrow something else will happen and we'll need to... work out our differences in opinion again."

((ooc: No worries! Definitely been there, hope things are doing better now. And don't worry, I'll backtag forever lol your Charles is definitely worth the wait))

Anne chuckled at his remark and buried her face more against his neck and into his dreadlocked mane. She had not expected when they had started out that he would allow her to get this close and remain this close. She was taking to this piracy business and lifestyle, and rather quickly - which surprised her considering how she had been born and bred a proper highborn lady.

When he spoke again, she closed her eyes and gave a soft hum before leaning up and nipping playfully at his jaw.

"Careful Captain, you might just encourage me to make you cross more often," she teased.

The way she saw it, the more cross he was, the rougher he would be. Not that she would ever object; the idea rather allured her. But out of respect for him she would not go out and cause trouble for the sole purpose of irritating him. Such foolishness would likely bring business to a crashing ruin, and she wasn't about to do that.

[OOC: Aww, thank you! I love Anne, and I'm having a blast with them. Anyway, that feels like a good cap to the thread for me. Thanks for another awesome one :) ]

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Sorry for the delay :(

No worries! I've actually been on vacation for the past couple days myself

Fun!

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