Anne Boleyn (belongstohim) wrote in erotic_city, @ 2010-04-06 15:16:00 |
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Current location: | Whitehall |
1.A.2. It is not enough to conquer; one must know how to seduce.
Anne had spent most of the previous eve being seduced and denied the pleasure of orgasm by her husband, until she was begging for it in his arms and he granted her release with his command. She'd wept with relief as Henry had kissed her tears away, pulling her body closer to his until they both slumbered.
She awoke to find herself still in the King's bedchambers as opposed to hers, and after some of the ladies had helped her bathe and dress, she discovered that Henry had not taken any of them in the morning for his own pleasure. Surprised at the news, for that was what the Royal Suite had been built for in Whitehall, she broke her fast and set out to discover where Henry was and what had pulled him so early from his bed.
"Your Grace," she spoke quietly as she approached Charles Brandon, "have matters of state already begun so early this morn?"
The man did not bear any love toward Anne, but at least he was honest. "Yes, Your Majesty. We've received word from France that--"
Sighing, she simply nodded her thanks and closed the door behind her after dismissing all the servants from Henry's study. She received a glare from her husband that would have frightened off most others, but Anne merely began pouring him a goblet of wine before pressing a kiss to his temple. "Hush, love. You continue your work as if I am not even here. My intent is not to stop you."
Henry seemed to visibly relax upon hearing her words, and sipped from the offered cup while looking and signing various papers. Her hands began threading through his hair slowly, resting upon his shoulders as a gentle massage began to relieve her King, her lord, her master... her husband of any unwanted stress. She felt, rather than heard the soft growl from Henry as Anne's hands began to move from his shoulders down his arms. It was a warning to stop, she knew, but that was not her plan today, either.
Last night, he had conquered her body in every possible way and made her once again his. Anne simply wished to thank him.
She gathered her skirts and fell to her knees before him, her hands rubbing up along the inside of Henry's legs, squeezing his thighs until fingernails brushed the bulge in his breaches. Anne pressed the flat of her palm against it, moving it in small circles until she saw Henry lean back in his chair with his eyes shut. She smiled triumphantly but simply whispered, "I would see you relieved of this, Majesty, so that you might be better prepared for the day."
The chair suddenly moved and Henry's hands were clasped, hard, around Anne's arms -- almost painfully so. He pulled her upwards to him and nearly ravaged her mouth with his, yet she returned the hunger that was there with one that matched. As she moaned against him, she broke the kiss, gasping. "I wish to taste your cock today, Henry." The innocent look in her eyes was met with a wolfish grin, and soon his breeches were about his ankles while she pulled his cock free. Her tiny hand encircled his length, and her tongue tasted first the tip then traveled to the root and back again before Anne opened her lips and let Henry's cock slip between them. Her mouth shut tightly and he gasped, while her tongue continued to move and slip along the already hard length. Anne was rewarded with Henry's hand fisted into her hair, as his hips began moving until he was fucking her mouth, his groans growing louder with each thrust deeper into her throat. She braced herself by placing hands on his thighs, doing her best not to choke, and even though Anne felt her pussy begin to grow wet for Henry, she kept her word.
A growl - a scream? - tore through her husband's body as he held her head in place with both hands wrapped in her hair, his cock pushed farther back until she was certain she would not be able to breathe. His seed spilled into her and Anne swallowed greedily, as if she had not eaten that day at all. As she licked her lips and the hold on her hair loosened, Anne climbed up from the floor and sat on Henry's lap, kissing him gently. He chuckled as he returned the kiss, still searching for his own breath, and bit Anne's lip before suckling it.
"Next time, I shall wake you before I leave our bed, wife," he promised, as if he had read her mind and Anne knew she had won... this round, at least.
Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 791
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