Charles frowned. It wasn't as though Anne had actually refused his advances, exactly. He'd simply been waiting for a sign that it was the right time to cross that line again. With a silent chuckle, the captain supposed that fishing his cock out of his pants to play with it was sign clear enough.

He sighed as those light, delicate, graceful hands worked his stiff, aching cock. "I'm completely in your hands, as it were," Charles laughed.

When Anne's tongue slipped free to lave along his cock, he let out a groan. The Queen had shown a surprising amount of interest and aptitude at pleasuring her captor and captain with her mouth, and it seemed as though Charles was about to be given a proper demonstration of Anne's abilities.