[For Charles Vane] A Token of Gratitude

[happyfalcon]

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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[happyfalcon]

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.

[getonwithitmfer]

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.

[happyfalcon]

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.

[getonwithitmfer]

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."

[happyfalcon]

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.

[getonwithitmfer]

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..."

[happyfalcon]

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.

[getonwithitmfer]

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.

[happyfalcon]

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.