Anne Boleyn (belongstohim) wrote in erotic_city, @ 2010-06-16 13:08:00 |
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Current location: | His Majesty's Bedchambers |
4.4 "It is better to be unfaithful than to be faithful without wanting to be."-Brigitte Bardot
Anne Boleyn had heard a great many tales of His Majesty, King Henry VIII. Her sister Mary had told her a great deal of the King's predilections in bed, and most women would have been shocked, Anne supposed. Coming so soon from the French Court, however, had taught Anne many things of men and of Court life in general.
She was not shocked in the least, especially once His Majesty tired of Mary. She was more shocked than anything, though, to learn that Her Majesty, Katherine of Aragon, seemed to assume that King Henry was a lion to be tamed.
"You do not love her," Anne pointed out to Henry one day, soon after they began their affair. Her clothing was ripped and ruined, but Henry had promised to buy her more and to gift her with jewels. Anne's throat was still sore from his hand about her neck, but she managed to speak. It was important, Anne believed, for Henry to understand.
"You stayed faithful to her for years, yet you remained unhappy, My Lord. Once you took another woman to your bed, it began to comfort you and that dark side of you Her Majesty does not understand and never will."
All Anne received in acknowledgment was a hmph from Henry, which told her everything she needed to know.
"I know you do not feel guilt for your actions in taking mistresses, Your Majesty, but I believe you do feel something for a perceived betrayal of your holy vows to Her Majesty. Don't," she pleaded, her hand caressing Henry's face and then sliding lower on his body until fingers circled his cock and began stroking it back to life. As Anne watched Henry's eyes shut while she pleasured him, she continued her assault on his other senses.
"Don't feel anything for Katherine, Your Majesty, for she knows not how to be a proper Queen for you. She will never comprehend the depth of your needs and desires, nor the love that I bear for you as your most humble servant, for---"
"Enough," she heard him growl as he pushed Anne's hand off his cock and turned her around until she was face-down on the bed, thrusting into her from behind so he never saw the tears that she shed of happiness and pain. As he fucked her, Anne's hands held onto the bed sheets and she smiled to herself.
It would only be a small matter of time until Henry realised that she was correct. Unfaithfulness was far superior if the sex and the love was as well.
Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 431
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