Anne Boleyn

“Exiled or worse, I’m certain. I have thought of travelling to the continent to solve the matter once and for all. I’m sure the evidence is there. Has anyone ever investigated the disappearances from your castle? If ever you need my aid you can call me.” He looked back at the screen. “I am unsettled by the strange matter of dress of these people. There are actually quite a few people at this ball dressed the same way. Perhaps they are connected.” 

“Repay me?” He asked incredulously, laughing outright, his expression affectionate as he met her gaze. “I just came in your ass, your highness. I think I’m just as pleased as you are.” He dropped his eyes to her fingers, toying with the buttons of his shirt as if she were sad he’s done them back up at all. “Hey, I’ll take top three. M’sure my competition’s pretty darn steep with all the fellas lookin’ to please a literal queen.” He chuckled again, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “Thanks again, your highness. I’ll see you around?” He said, standing up and offering her his hand so he could lead her out of the classroom and back to the ball.

The way her body spasmed under him told her that she had reached her climax as well, which was a relief. It was hardly gentlemanly to come before his partner did. He smiled warmly down at the queen as he gently pulled out of her, his load dripping out after the absence of his cock. Once he regained his composure, he followed her insistence and kissed the queen once more, tugging at her bottom lip a little when they parted. “Yeah? Glad you’re pleased, ma’am. I wanted to go out of my way to make sure a queen like you was well taken care of…and I think I accomplished that.” He said proudly with a cheeky little wink. He sat up and moved off her so that Anne could get herself together as much as she could, and he did the same, buttoning up a few of the buttons on his shirt before pulling his jeans back up and tucking his cock away. “Doubtful. Who here’s gonna turn down the chance to fuck a queen?”  He nudged her playfully. “Betcha I’ll stand as the best of the night, though - no matter how many cowboy’s you take through the ringer before the ball ends.”

“H…Fuck…that’s high praise.” He stammered appreciatively as Anne took to swirling her worshipful tongue around his nipple and then up over the curve of his muscled chest. Soon they were kissing again with an intensity that drove the cowboy hard and fast towards his release. He grunted into the kiss, pounding into her pliant, slender little frame with extra vigor when she pulled his hair and tugged on his bottom lip. He returned the favor, ravaging her mouth with his own. With her permission he mentally let himself go and his body physically followed. “Fuck, fuck… Aaah.” He moaned out, his orgasm crashing over him in waves as he spilled out inside the queen’s tight ass. His hips stuttered and his large, sweaty build collapsed on top of Anne, although he managed to brace himself over her enough so that she wasn’t completely smothered. “That was…” He laughed as he tried to regain his composure. “…fuckin’ great. Shit.”

“We all know that Mr. Edison in the United States claims he was the first to invent the moving picture. However,” He turned in his seat to face the royal beauty. “there was a man in France Louis Le Prince. And it seems he had the first moving picture camera. He was in a terrible financial state, but he had his invention and only had to present it out the French patent office. He got on the train to do just that… and was never seen again.” Quite a mystery yes?” 

He had the stamina of a ranch hand who’d worked the earth all his life, but that didn’t keep him from breaking a sweat when he was getting down and dirty like this, especially with how hard he was fucking the pretty little queen pinned underneath him. Sweat glistened on his chest but as soon as it showed, it was lapped up greedily by Anne as she showered his body with the kind of worship she made him feel he deserved. “Fuck…yeah, that’s it…Shit, you make me feel like a damn king.” Before he could say more, they were kissing again; crude and dirty, open-mouthed and passionate, their tongues flicked against one another before their lips were sealed squarely once more, their mutual moans swallowed up by the deep kiss. “Oh, fuck..you’re gonna make me come…” The cowboy warned as the queen’s legs tightened around his tapered waist. He braced himself up on his powerful arms, his chest flexing and pulsing with power as he pounded into her almost violently. “Where you do you want it? Want me to fill you up? Or d’you…fuck…want it in your mouth?” Time was running out, but he knew he could hold on long enough for an answer.

“Shit.” He moaned out, loving the feeling of her nails digging into the solid muscle that made up his chest. He drove down hard, jerking in and out of the pliant little queen, utilizing his size to dominate her properly, at least physically. He shifted and braced himself over her masked face, letting his chest hover just over her gasping mouth. “Fuck, you’re goin’ crazy for it… So damn hot.” The cowboy laughed through his pants, flexing his hips back and forth to fuck her out of her mind. “Mmm, I just might let ya.” He responded, dropping down even lower to eliminate the space between her lips and his pecs. “Fuckin’ lick that chest, baby…fuck yeah…that’s it.” He encouraged, swiveling his hips as he was buried in her, only to draw his cock almost all the way out to slam right back in. His fingers tangled into her hair, pinning her mouth to his chest to muffle that scream, as beautiful as it was. When another came, she redirected them into a heated kiss. His lips instantly parted and he drew back slightly so that their tongues could entwine hotly in the space between their mouths. As they made out, he pinned one of Anne’s hands above her head, his bicep flexing in the motion, his thrusts never relenting even for a second. “Fuck, you’re…tight as all get out, babe… Shit.”

His smirk remained when he saw her jaw drop at the size of him, both his cock and his body. He exerted his power and thrust into her, his cock throbbing from the sound of her moans, alone. “Damn, you’re right…” he grunted, his pecs flexing under her worshipful touch as his own grip on her waist tightened, drawing her slender frame flush against his hips. “That’s it, baby…take that fucking cock.” He encouraged in his deep, southern drawl, his head thrown back when she tweaked his nipples. “You like that chest, huh? Bet I’m stronger and bigger than any of the sorry servants who’ve been tryin’ to please you…” he rambled as his hips began to smack rhythmically against her, taking the queens petite frame all the way to the hilt, back and forth with all the power he could muster.

“I’m sure you’ve got plenty of those. Handsome servants jumping at the chance to service you, I mean. I’m just gonna aim to be the better than all of ‘em combined.” Smirking cockily down at her, he hiked her legs up onto his strong shoulders and leaned forward, hissing with pleasure when her soft hand took hold of his cock. “Shit…” he moaned, his head thrown back for a moment before his gaze settled back on her with heavy, lust-hazed eyes. “You wanna be broken, huh? Broken with a stud’s cock? Bet you haven’t had a real man like me in a minute have you, ma’am?” He wet his lips and leaned over to kiss her calf. “Maybe I’ll take a break mid-fuck to get down there and show you want I mean, magically speakin’, but for now…” with his cock teasing her entrance, he thrust forward, entering her hard and fast. “…I wanna break you too.” Letting her legs fall down and around his waist, he puffed his chest up again and tightened his core so that she had the vision of muscled masculinity to get off on as he started to fuck her at a slow but deliberate pace.

Shifting down a little once she’d gotten a good look at his cock, the cowboy kissed her back, his tongue lashing hotly against hers in the brief moment they spent kissing. “I’ll take whatever you’re offerin’, ma’am. And I’ll be grateful for it.” He added with a wink, his strong hands wandering down the back of her legs, to her thigh and finally to the swell of her ass. With the queen on her back, the cowboy let her legs settle on his strong shoulders so she could look up at him in all his glory. Scooting forward, her flexed his hips forward, situating the tip of his cock against her hole. “Oh, I can handle you…but I’m wondering if you can handle me. Are your lubed up and all that, or do you need me to work my magic before I take you?”

The cowboy hummed deeply when Anne leaned in, ghosting those pretty lips against his own. “Yeah? You wanna see how ready I am, your highness? Well, since that was an order…” He said with a cocky smirk before taking her by her waist, stranding up as she clung to him to effectively lay her down on the sofa. He undid his jeans, and shoved them down and off his ankles before straddling her, his hard cock shadowing her pretty face. “That’s how ready I am.” He said confidently, reaching for one of her hands to drag it up to his chest, his shirt straining to contain his build as he loomed over her.

“Oh, I’d say so,” he grinned, as she kneaded his muscles. He licked his lips as she began to press her ass against his crotch, and he reached down to grip her ass with his large hand. “My Queen, if you don’t want to tear your clothes apart, you should probably take them off,” he groaned.

She turned her head enough to look at him. “Do you have any idea of the work it’s involved on putting this dress on, and also to take it off? I doubt you would have that kind of patience, sir Bond” she whispered over his lips, the she stepped forward to where the wall was and lifted the back, lower side of her dress, revealing a white, silk laced stockings which disappeared under the cover of her corset, but revealing she had left only her buttcheeks exposed. She bent over a little against the wall, and pushed her ass on empty air. “Did you think I didn’t mean it when I said that’s all that you get and touch?” She looked at him and grinned.

The cowboy shrugged, looking up at her playfully in his lap. “I don’t really think there’s a need for you to get up for the rest of the night, your majesty. I can take you wherever you wanna go.” He sighed, feeling her fingers trace the muscles of his shoulders. He might’ve flexed a little under her touch too, just to show off a bit. He chuckled at her compliment and then thought about the night he’d had so far. “Well, I already told you I got a little wild with a princess earlier. That was cool. I’ve also done a lotta dancin’, more fuckin’ and…I’m basically just ready for more.” He winked, intentionally. “How ‘bout you?”

“Oh you don’t have to apologize to me,” Link promised with the queen in his arms, “I’m always happy to rescue royalty. Do you need anything, m’lady?”

Originally posted by weirdmageddon

Anne took the offered arm to get her balance back, then held the kind stranger’s hand. “You’re my hero then. Thank you.” She took a small bow, then considered her response. “I wouldn’t mind something to drink: I’m thirsty.”

“We’re already here,” she chuckled and pulled the queen closer to her as they danced along the floor. “Pleasure’s all mine,” she said smoothly, “And how is her majesty enjoying her night?”