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randomosity2017-05-11 09:45 pm
happyfalcon) wrote in randomosity2017-05-11 09:45 pm
[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.
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 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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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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.
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