[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]

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.