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[For Charles Vane] A Token of Gratitude

It had been a few days since Charles had rescued Anne after she had been kidnapped by Ned Low. Anne had been initially reluctant to engage in any activity of a remotely sexual nature. She had allowed Charles to hold her, but that was all. Over the past few days they had shared a kiss or two, but Anne had found herself so shaken by the event that she had not initiated or indulged any playful activities.

But she felt so guilty for it. Charles had gone to all the trouble and lost a good many men to save her - all for her to show her gratitude by refusing his touch. True enough, he had told her not to worry herself over how many men had died in her rescue attempt, but she couldn't help worrying. Silently at night she prayed for them. Which may have been a silly thing; the men themselves would likely have laughed at her for such efforts.

But it comforted her.

Then of course there was the fear that Charles would seek his satisfaction elsewhere. Anne, in her logical mind, figured it was unlikely that Charles would pursue another woman, or multiple women - but this was not an occasion for her logical mind. Her more emotional mind ran away with her, spinning vivid images of Charles with other women while her back was turned. Of course she berated herself for being ridiculous and never spoke a word of such fears to Charles.

It was her doing, and she knew it. And enough time had passed, it was time to put her silly anxiety behind her. Ned Low was gone; dead and gone. And word of the event had spread so it was unlikely to repeat itself again.

Anne had gone to town and bartered some of her treasure shares with a visiting merchant. She purchased a red velvet gown with a plunging neckline and open front to show her long legs, while only just barely covering her womanhood. Her favorite garnet necklace rested snugly against her cleavage. Anne had kept a long black cloak over her to conceal herself before the crew as she went to Charles' cabin. It was dark, it was late - there was no one to see her really, but it paid to be careful. Anne stepped into the cabin quietly, finding Charles asleep on the bed, just as she had wanted. She let the cloak drop as she quietly closed the door behind her. With bare feet she crept up to the bed, and carefully settled beside him. Her fingers teased against his thigh while she leaned over him and let her lips brush over his.

"Charles," she whispered his name softly as her fingers brushed the ties of his pants.

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While he certainly considered himself well versed in certain aspects of dealing with women, their emotional states were as much a mystery to Charles Vane as nearly every other man he knew. Of course, his upbringing and history helped not one whit in those efforts, but he'd gleaned enough to know that there were times when things couldn't be helped, and had to be left to work at their own speed.

As such, he gave Anne what support she seemed to want in the aftermath of her abduction, and asked for nothing more. Though it was true he'd grown accustomed to having leave to fuck her as he pleased, it wasn't as though a man who spent much of his life at sea would be stranger to dry spells.

It didn't make him miss the feel of her, but he was not the kind of man to demand, not in these circumstances.

When he felt himself being coaxed out of slumber by the sultry whisper of Anne's voice and the by-now familiar sensation of her touch below his belt, Vane's smirk appeared before his eyes were fully open. He cracked them and glanced at the stunning woman in red hovering beside him.

"Do I wake to an angel... or a temptress?"

Anne smiled as his eyes opened slowly. Her fingers slowly worked to open his belt and undo the ties of his pants. All the while she stayed upright and her gaze focused on him.

"A bit of both, perhaps," she teased as she leaned in and kissed him softly.

Her fingers slid beneath the fabric of his pants to tease over his length. Slowly Anne moved to settle more over him, letting him feel and see how the gown fit her figure. "Seems I've been neglecting a few things recently. And as you have been so kind and patient with me...I wanted to return the favor." She whispered as she trailed her lips along his jaw and down his neck.

"I could deal with both," Charles replied, tucking an arm under his head so as to get a better view of both Anne and her attentions. His eyes raked over the woman, very much taken with how well the gown she'd acquired accentuated the body he'd come to appreciate so well without completely revealing it.

He sighed as he felt Anne's clever fingers run along his waking length.

"You've needed the rest, there's no questioning that. But I won't like and say I'm not happy to see you're feeling up to a bit of action." Charles looked down and smiled. "I am happy to be in your hands."

Anne loved how he looked at her. His eyes still looked upon her with desire, and she felt so much better than she had moments before. She felt emboldened and she rubbed her fingers further down.

"I feel revitalized," she admitted. "I will not be refusing you again."

Anne let her fingers continue to stroke and tease over his length. She sat up a little again and brought her free hand up to brush her fingers against his lower lip. "You relax. Lie back and let me...show my appreciation."

Her fingers wrapped around his hardening length as she kissed along the curve of his neck. Slowly she rubbed her fingers up and down, squeezing at his base and loosening her grip as she brought her fingers to his tip. Anne let her lips brush over his collarbone before she looked up to meet his gaze again. Slowly she pulled her hand out of his pants and shifted her body downwards. Anne settled between his legs, letting her fingers brush over his hips as she pulled down his pants slowly.

Anne looked up to him again as she released his cock from behind the fabric. She kissed softly against his tip before dragging her tongue down along the underside of his length.

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.

There would be fewer signs that were clearer that she was ready for him once again. Unlike the whores of Nassau or the rare female pirate on one of the other crews, Anne's hands were still very much that of a noble lady; soft and silky. She wrapped her fingers skillfully around his length, pressing his shaft to the palm of her hand and almost nestling it in her grip.

Slowly her fingers moved away, resting against his strong thighs while her mouth took over. She kissed his tip and looked up to meet his gaze. Her tongue swirled slowly around his tip before she dragged her lips down the underside again. She was drawing out the anticipation a bit.

After a long moment, Anne parted her lips and slowly took his cock into her mouth. At first she only took the first half, then slowly let him slide in inch by inch. Anne was careful to relax her throat as she took him in her mouth so that she didn't accidentally trigger her gag reflex. Moving carefully, she was able to take him all the way into her mouth, her lips grazing against the hilt of his cock.

Once he was all the way inside, Anne moaned to send vibrations rolling through his length to add to the sensations that he felt from the efforts of her mouth.

Charles did very much like having Anne touch him. Those soft hands moving over his chest or his back always gave him a thrill, but when she grasped his cock, the feeling was as velvet and smooth as sliding into her mouth or pussy. Each stroke drew a long breath from the pirate, who was enjoying being at another's mercy for once.

And then, a groan from Charles as Anne's full lips pressed to his shaft, kissing and licking him until he was so hard his cock ached and throbbed for her. Charles watched delighted as she at last drew him into her mouth, stretching her lips around his width to take him in. When after the agonizing moments she swallowed him whole, he cursed.

"You really are a wonder, your majesty," he drawled, then found himself without words when that near-silent moan of Anne's shivered around his cock.

Anne bobbed her head up and down a few times to start off a steady pace. When he spoke, she was at his tip, and she pulled her lips from his cock with a wet 'pop' - smirking playfully she looked up at him, grasping the base of his length between her fingers and gently tapping his tip against the flat side of her tongue.

"You almost sound surprised," she teased.

But she so loved rendering him speechless. The great stone-faced Charles Vane, quick with a quip and a sly remark - reduced to a mere groan with Anne only using her mouth. Then again, languages had always been her strong suit. Anne had just as easily learned French as English, and she had even branched out into Latin and Italian as her studies advanced. So it was small wonder her tongue was able to twist and turn all kinds of ways to induce different reactions and sensations.

Anne was rather proud of herself for that; she dared say that her mouth rivaled that of an experienced prostitute, without having to endure the actual work of one. But perhaps she was bragging too much on that note.

At any rate, as she bobbed her head back down and took his cock back in again, Anne carefully let her teeth graze against the sensitive skin of his length. She certainly didn't intend to bite; just induce another different sensation. She did indeed have a few tricks she intended to use, provided her lover could last long enough for them. Her tongue curved at the sides to cradle his length as it slid back into her mouth and slightly down her throat once again. Then it was a simple matter of resuming that steady pace of bobbing her head up and down to begin mimicking how he fucked her.

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.

Anne did smirk in response to his remark. But she was more pleased with the less verbal reactions she pulled from him as her mouth continued to work over his hard length. The way he reacted to her teeth had her chuckling softly.

She reached for a small purse she had tied to her gown. Slowly her mouth pulled back from his cock, her lips sliding along his slick length. Carefully she reached into the purse and pulled out a few smooth gemstones, which she then slipped into her mouth as she moved her lips from his cock. They were completely smooth and icy cold. It was a sharp contrast to the warm heat of her mouth. Anne positioned the gems along her tongue and slid it down along the underside of his shaft as she took him in once again.

She was curious how he would react to that little twist she had added. Anne made sure to keep the stones firmly in place, pinning them between her tongue and his cock so that she didn't accidentally choke on one.

Charles Vane was not, by habit or nature, anything remotely resembling an idle flatterer. So in heaping such effusive praise on Anne's abilities, he was relating the absolute truth as he knew it. One day, he mused, he might position Anne beneath the desk in his quarters and conduct a day's business with his cock cradled in the warmth of her mouth.

Such imaginings were pushed aside though, as Charles brow furrowed, watching Anne rummaging through a small purse, and producing gems. If she wished her captain to be utterly perplexed, the woman had done her job admirably, and even more so when she placed them in her mouth.

A moment later, Charles started, body giving a tremor as he felt the stone's cool surface against his overheated cock. His eyes went wide staring at Anne as she proceeded to treat him to two entirely different sensations at once. "Fuck me, that feels good, your highness," he managed to groan. "I've always known you were clever with wealth, but this... is remarkable."

If Charles did indeed propose something so lude as to have Anne positioned beneath his desk lavishing his cock with her mouth as he conducted daily business, he would have to offer the Queen something comparable in return. Anne would not object to sitting upon his lap in the middle of a crowded pub, sneakily releasing his cock from his trousers to let him fuck her unbeknownst to the crowd around him. Her layered skirts were good for hiding that much, at least.

But for now, she was beyond amused and thrilled at his reaction to the smooth, cold gems she had put in her mouth. She hummed in delight at his continued praise, and once the stones were warm to the touch, Anne carefully let them slide from her mouth and into her palm to return to the pouch. With most of her tricks utilized, Anne continued bobbing her head up and down, rolling her tongue around his cock and humming in intervals to sent vibrations running down his shaft.

Her fingers squeezed around the base of his shaft, but Anne let the very tips of her fingers brush playfully against his balls, curious of his reaction as she stroked along the seam. Otherwise, she continued her relentless pace of bobbing her head up and down, steadily increasing how quickly she moved, mimicking how he fucked her.

Anne would most certainly find her captain very agreeable to the idea of having her mount his cock in the midst of crewmates and strangers alike in the pub. In fact, it was a scenario that had passed through Vane's imagination at least once. He'd become quite the conceptual type when it came to finding new ways to fuck Anne.

As surprisingly good as the gems had felt, Charles was a bit glad to see her put them away, as he could set aside his concerns of her letting anything but his cock into her throat. He continued to groan in blissful pleasure as the beautiful woman's mouth stroked and sucked at his length.

The touch of her fingers caused a slight twitch in his balls, but they did not pull back. Charles let out an short, amused chuckle. "Do they feel big and heavy to you too, your majesty? They're very, very full."

Anne had never considered herself a lude woman before. But since joining in this new life with Charles, she was far more driven by sex than she had ever been before. She found herself aching for him frequently and was constantly thinking of what else she might do to spice up their lovemaking. But he had such an effect on her from the very beginning. Anne had let him fuck her the first day they had met, when he had taken her hostage. That was truly saying something.

She smiled at his words and pulled her mouth off his cock slowly. Her tongue lapped lazily at his tip, a brief reprieve from how her mouth had been moving so relentlessly. "They do indeed...allow me to relieve some of that pressure for you."

Her eyes were wide as she batted her eyelashes. Anne circled her tongue around his cock a few more times. "Please, Charles..." Slowly she closed her eyes and began bobbing her head forward and back again. Taking his cock in deep into her mouth. Anne was anxious to feel and taste his release, and eager to drink down every last drop.

For his part, Charles had never imagined that the Queen of England could be as wanton a wench in bed as any whore he'd ever known, but the proof was sucking his cock right then and there, so wonders truly never did cease. For all that bawdiness, he certainly thought no less of Anne. In fact, the pirate captain admired her for being the kind of woman who knew what she wanted in all sides of her life.

And he was more than pleased that one thing she wanted was to be constantly fucked senseless by him. But that wasn't immediately in the cards, it seemed, for the near future. Instead, he gazed deep into Anne's eyes as she teased him with lips and tongue, pleading for him to come, then engulfing him again.

"Won't be long like that," he grunted, as Anne's renewed intensity pulled him quickly close to the brink.

Anne had been skilled in the bedroom even before she had married Henry. But this was very different. Anne was far more motivated and wanton with Charles. He brought out the wild in her and she wasn't about to let anyone cage her again.

For a pirate, he didn't put her under any pressure. Charles didn't force her to do anything she wasn't ready to do. Anne had spent enough time recovering. She was ready to go to bed with him again, in more than just the sense of sleeping. For this precise moment though, Anne just wanted to show him how much she appreciated his patience, and how grateful she was to be with him. Not to mention how grateful she was that he had rescued her.

She couldn't help smirking slightly at the remark. Anne felt pride as she bobbed her head forward and back continually. Her tongue swirled around his length and flicked against his tip. Anne relaxed her throat and took him in all the way, moaning at the taste and how deep he was. Her moaning again sent vibrations through his length. Her fingers came up again to brush and tease against his balls, alternating between a gentle squeeze and the barest brush of her fingertips. His cock was plenty slick and easily slid between her lips and along her tongue.

Charles had entertained a few suspicions that the Queen had not been quite as pure and virginal as he supposed Queens were supposed to be prior to their weddings, and he was more than fine with that. Indeed, he was clearly and constantly reaping the benefits of Anne's bold, licentious nature every time he took her.

Or, as it was in this case, when she took him. His attention was rapt, his breath short and ragged as the raven-haired beauty worked her mouth over his cock like a woman possessed. If this was how Anne chose to express gratitude, the pirate would be happy to give her every reason to do it again and again.

Charles groaned once she swallowed his length, an impressive feat indeed, and then did again when her sounds shook his cock inside her mouth. "Fucking hell," he sighed, rolling his hips when her fingers touched and worked over his balls. "Don't know about you," he rasped, "but those feel as full as hell to me."

Growing up as a lady-in-waiting to the French queen had its perks. Anne had learned a great deal of things from the more loose-tongued and wanton ladies in France. She had learned a great deal without even once putting herself at risk. She had been able to brag at one time that her virginity had served the French court; a great point of stature indeed.

Now, she had to abandon her maiden claims. And she was fine with that.

She smiled and again moaned softly in agreement as her fingers continued to make stroking movements along his balls - as though trying to coax a release from them. They did indeed feel heavy, and she felt touched by that - so, he had not sought the warmth of another woman when she had denied him. Anne felt much better, and much happier. She showed this expertly by continuing those movements of her mouth and soft tongue. Anne continued bobbing her head, and when he was all the way in again and again, she would let her tongue slip past her lips and his base to barely touch against where his hilt met his balls. Just another little addition. Anne was nothing if not detail-oriented.

As enjoyable as the idea was in theory, Charles had long ago decided that he cared little for bedding virgins, as he found himself far preferring women who knew what the hell they were doing in bed, both in terms of pleasuring him and in getting him to return the favor. Anne, he had discovered the first time he'd filled the Queen's pussy with his length, knew what the hell she was doing, and then some.

He could see a delight dancing in Anne's eyes, and as much of a smile as could be managed with her lips stretched around his girth, and whatever the exact source of those feelings, Charles knew he'd enjoy what they inspired.

Charles let out a shuddering groan as Anne began a renewed assault, mouth and tongue and hand stimulating him in so many varied ways he could scarcely keep track. The combined result, though, he recognized very clearly.

"Close... oh, you've got me fucking close... fuck yes..."

Henry had been quite a bit for Anne to handle when they had married, but when Charles had boarded her ship and taken Anne for his own - Anne had never known a man's touch like Charles'. He drew such pleasure and sound from her; Anne had never felt pleasure like that.

Anne could feel the tell-tale twitching of his cock against her tongue. She had felt the same twitching inside her each time he fucked her so senseless. Anne moaned softly and let the nails of her free hand drag against his inner thigh. She didn't let up in the slightest. Anne continued bobbing her head up and down, relaxing her throat to let him in as deep as possible, holding him there for a moment before pulling back and repeating the process. Soon enough she stopped those pauses, just mimicking how he penetrated her in rhythm.

Again she moaned, sending those vibrations down his length and giving his balls another teasing squeeze. Her lips were clamped tight along his length as she moved, so she wouldn't miss a single drop when he would give in to his pleasure.

Whether this wild animal had always been inside of Anne Boleyn, waiting and wishing for just the right sort of rough, demanding man to set it free, or whether Charles' ravaging manner had inspired the woman to such heights of wantonness, didn't matter in the end. All that did were the end results: the stained, tangled sheets, the sweat and come-spilled bodies, and the panting breaths that followed yet another ship-shaking round of fucking.

By now, Charles could scarcely separate the feelings that Anne was using to bring him off-- it all combined into a haze of pleasure, one that caused pressure to rise up through his body almost too quickly for him to warn her.

"Coming--" he managed to grunt, before his cock swelled between Anne's tightly sealed lips. Fingers curling tightly into fists at his side as he started to spurt again and again.

Indeed, the means didn't really matter so much as the end result. Now that she'd had a taste of this life, she wasn't about to go back to her previous state. The animal was out now, and it would not be caged again.

When he warned her she clamped her lips tighter and drank down his release. She tasted him and moaned softly. As he finished, Anne carefully began licking him clean. Making sure she didn't miss a single drop. Once she finished she glanced up to him and sat up a little.

"Enjoy that did you?" She smiled as her fingers traced over his abdomen. Anne licked her lips to make sure she hadn't missed anything.

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