Charles laughed at her response. "I think I can be forgiven for not expecting that most queens of powerful countries can count among their talents blowjobs to rival the most gifted whores of legend." And he would most certainly say that of Anne, who was demonstrating a command of oral pleasure that dwarfed any other woman who'd sucked his cock in his entire life.

She continued the intense ministrations, and when Anne's teeth traced along his length, Charles nearly sat bolt upright. "Oh, holy fuck--" he spat, before falling back against his pillow. Moments later, she was cradling his rod with mouth and tongue, all warm, wet, and tight. The longer Anne continued, the more she reduced the captain to wordless, sometimes even soundless moaning in ecstasy.