Maitresse en titre? Your official mistress?

May 19, 1536.

To the sad anniversary of your death. May you still linger on forever.

Author: wiccabuffy
Rating: MA+ / NC-17
Word Count: 637
Pairing/Characters: Henry Tudor/Anne Boleyn
Category: Drama/Smuttiness
Warnings: Language, bondage, threesome
Summary: Darkship Prompt Meme: "Tie Me Up, Take Me Down". Written for Valentine's Day for good_to_be_king
Spoilers: Mild spoilers through Season Two.
Show/Historical/RP: Show mixed with some RP
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or historical personas.

( Shhh, not yet )

My Mistress and Friend,

I and my heart put ourselves in your hands, begging you to recommend us to your good grace and not to let absence lessen your affection…or myself the pang of absence is already too great, and when I think of the increase of what I must needs suffer it would be well nigh intolerable but for my firm hope of your unchangeable affection…

Henry VIII (1528)

1. Have you ever been mistaken for a prostitute? No, though I have been called one by certain people who dislike me.
2. How many sexual partners have you had in your lifetime? Two One because I do not count the women that Henry has brought to his bed.
3. Have you ever tasted yourself? Yes.
4. Do you like having sex in front of a mirror? A window? A live audience? In order... yes, occasionally, and it depends on the audience members present.
5. Which one of your parents do you believe you resemble, sexually speaking? Neither, most likely. I'm probably closer to my brother George.

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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

1. Anytime Henry touches me.
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5. Anytime Henry touches me.
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7. Anytime Henry touches me.
8. Anytime Henry touches me.
9. Anytime Henry touches me.
10. Anytime Henry touches me.

Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)

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."

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Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 791

May our days and nights always be like this, Majesty.

( Possibly NSFW )

You have stepped through a simple doorway in Whitehall, same as any other day, but something is obviously different. Banners reflect celebration and the court is rejoicing, speaking of the birth of Henry, the very healthy newborn son of King Henry VIII and his Queen, Katherine of Aragon. Your memories tell you of the King's divorce of Katherine so he can marry Anne Boleyn. What goes through your mind?

I was thoroughly looking forward to spending time with my husband that day, until everything in my entire world fell apart.

It was a nightmare, but not one of my own making. There was no other explanation for it. The banners, the celebratory cheers, the huge feast… and worst of all, the smile on Katherine’s face as she held a child in her arms for a moment before it was taken from her for safe keeping elsewhere.

“What is going on?” My throat felt constricted as I whispered the words to Charles Brandon, a man who never liked me but would tell me the truth nonetheless. He looked puzzled as he turned and nodded to me. “Why Lady Boleyn, surely you jest. I know you are new to the service of Her Majesty, our Queen, but as one of her Ladies-in-Waiting it is your duty to care for her as she recovers from the birth of her son.”

( I cannot live without my love. I cannot die without my soul. )

Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: “The Tudors” (AU)
Word Count: 550

Would you rather...

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Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)

Women react differently: a French woman who sees herself betrayed by her husband will kill his mistress; an Italian will kill her husband; a Spaniard will kill both; and a German will kill herself.

[Locked from Henry]

It is most odd that no one has ever mentioned the proper response an Englishwoman should have if their husband was found to be cuckolding; stranger still that this quote is incorrect.

If it was true, then Katherine would have killed me long ago, along with Henry. Instead, she stayed true to him, never believing for one moment that her marriage was in any danger when she, in point of fact, was the one destroying it. Unknowing, certainly, but it was her naiveté about royal marriages -- and about Henry in particular -- that led her down her path.

I am quite alone in this now. Nightly, my husband partakes of my flesh in various manners, the likes of which I would never have dreamt of until I met him. Candle wax poured onto skin, scarves wrapped around ankles and wrists, riding crops used to create large welts... pain and pleasure all at once and all quite welcome, I can assure you.

And yet, there is more. With Henry, there must always be more. It is as if I am never enough for him and I doubt I ever will be; this lesson I thought I had learned quite well when he married me after Katherine's death. I had thought it was simple when he bedded another woman and forced me to watch him.

I was as naive as Katherine when the Royal Suites of Whitehall were transformed into a place where Henry could indulge his darker natures with all of my ladies-in-waiting as his personal harem maids.

Then came the first night when he bedded two of them at once without me present. Why? I thought I knew the answer; Henry was a king who required a battlefield. He wished to conquer everything, be it a kingdom or a woman. This was the truth Katherine never understood, I told myself while I heard the screams and moans from the bedchamber next to mine.

I am his to do with as he pleases, for it pleases me greatly to see his smile. I gave Henry my body far before I realized I had given him my heart as well.

He loves me, in his fashion.

So why does it hurt so whenever I overhear my maids whispering about the sexual games played with my husband when I was not present?

Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 393

The Royal Suite seemed crowded to Anne at times, but it served its purpose well enough.

The willful Jane and the more soft-spoken Mary seemed, to Anne, to be the most enthusiastic of her Ladies-in-Waiting and so Anne had taken great care to educate them properly.

"You must always be thankful of His Majesty and whatever punishments he deems necessary," she told them in the beginning, then promptly undressed them and let her hands wander over their breasts. Lower, lower... lower until her fingers brushed their sex and she elicited shocked expressions in addition to the wetness that coated Anne's fingers.

For weeks, Anne had taught them all she knew of how to please Henry. If he was sated, then he would be able to better rule. If she picked the women he would bed, then Anne would be certain he would never take a mistress of his own that would tear at her heart the way that she had witnessed Katherine's undoing.

While Henry had fucked both Jane and Mary on his bed, Anne had watched until he told her to join them. She said a small prayer to the Almighty before she spread her legs open and his cock entered her, tearing at her every fibre. She allowed the two girls (for they were merely girls in Anne's mind) to watch as Henry's hand struck her over and over in punishment.

She never thought, never considered that she would also enjoy sharing their flesh, but there was a surge of power that Anne felt when she told the girls how to suck her husband's cock. She felt pride that she had pleased him, lust for something she did not fully comprehend, and love once all four of them had come and were sated -- not love for the girls, but love for Henry as his lips crushed her own and he gripped her hair tightly after fucking her mouth.

Once sleep overtook them all, Anne stayed in Henry's bedchamber. Perhaps the harem of women was a good idea for the pair of them.

Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 345

1. He thinks that I was a virgin when he first bedded me.
2. Henry knows not of my father's initial plan to murder him, nor of the co-conspirators. I cannot bear to betray my own family, and yet I cannot tell the truth, either.
3. While I have enjoyed the company of the new women Henry has brought to Court, there are times when I must admit feeling jealous.
4. I believe, with the whole of my heart, that England still does not wish me for their Queen.
5. At times, I miss our courtship. Everything was new and exciting, yet also taboo. Nowadays, I am practically respectable.

Anne Boleyn
"The Tudors"
AU RP

A.4 You've recently come to Whitehall to attend Court. What are your first impressions and where do you go from here?

It was all Father's idea.

I was to be a Lady-in-Waiting to Katherine of Aragon after my sister, Mary, had "failed" to sway our King away from his wife and from Cardinal Wolsey. Still, I had not expected to find what I did when I arrived.

My schooling abroad set me apart from most other women at Court, as did the manner in which I dressed. Most people I had the opportunity to speak with informed me that had they not known better, they would have sworn I was a true Frenchwoman.

I took that as quite the compliment.

Everything was as lavish as I had expected, but my début as "Perseverance", along with the Princess Margaret in the masque for His Majesty, was what truly will stand out in my memories. That was the moment I met His Majesty and we danced together.

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Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 305

Anne Boleyn, Queen of England, was currently tied to her bed with four scarves that her husband had produced as a surprise. Her skin shone with sweat, her breath was coming in great, heaving gasps, and she was quite certain that she had soaked through the bed sheets thanks to the merciless teasing she had received.

When she had begged, Henry had complied and entered her body, claiming it for himself once again, until she cried tears of frustration for the lack of release. He'd hushed her, told her the wait would be worth it, and she was powerless to do anything... not even touch his lips, those damnable, kissable lips that she loved so.

It felt like hours later when he had granted her leave, when her orgasm had struck with such a force that Anne nearly pulled free of her restraints, and then kisses were spread over her skin by her husband. Whispers into her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, legs spread open and ready, came to her.

And then he was gone.

"Henry...?" It had been marvelous, as it always was, but she grew fearful. He had never left her before, never walked away so coldly. She was trapped, and if Anne began to scream for help from their servants, what sort of rumours would begin at Court? Just as she began to cry, she felt a hand wipe at her face gently before a grape was pressed between her lips for sustenance. She opened her eyes to find Henry looking down upon her with a mixture of love and lust in his eyes.

"Did you think I would have left you like this?"

She nodded her head, chewing on the grape until the liquid soothed her parched throat overused from screaming.

"Never, sweetheart," he told her as he pressed another grape between her lips. "Never without a ready supply of food at hand so that we might truly enjoy the time." A hand began to tease her pussy again, and Anne succumbed to him once again -- this time, though, knowing her entrapment was what she truly desired above all.

Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 356

Write a fic about a time when you were so uncontrollably aroused or horny that you just couldn't stand it, but you were in a place or time where there was just nothing you could do about it.

"I'm going to fuck your cunt, Anne, and I'm going to make our new ladies watch while I do it."

Henry whispered that promise to Anne just as they entered Church one Sunday, and although reforms were being put into place and she did not follow the Catholic faith, Anne knew that this was neither the time nor the place for such words.

It was, of course, the reason that her husband had said them before gently placing his hand 'round the back of her neck and squeezing it once as they made their way to the pews to pray. All manner of thoughts entered Anne's mind throughout the service, until she knew she simply had to have Henry as soon as possible. She looked up at him once and he shook his head.

"Time for Holy Communion, love," he told her, gesturing for her to go first. As his hand brushed against hers, she heard him say, "Remember who your God is."

Anne sank to her knees and recalled that morning, when Henry had told her to pleasure him with her mouth until his seed filled her and she nearly choked swallowing it all. Carefully, Anne parted her lips and the wafer was placed delicately on her tongue. She swallowed it all, not listening to any words except the ones Henry had said as they repeated themselves in her mind. Shivering, she took the cup and drank from it, swallowing the delicious liquid as the morning replayed itself...

( Closer to God )

Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 568

[Locked from King Henry VIII]

It was a horrible disappointment.

I say this, though, only because at the time I did not know any better. My lover and the man promised to me, Sir Thomas Wyatt, was sweet. He would write me poetry and tell me I was the most beautiful girl in all of creation. How was I to know that there could possibly be something far superior out there?

So to speak the truth, after Henry took me to his bed for the first time, I was convinced there could be no other man in the world for me save the great monarch who sat on the throne. Not because my father demanded it, either, but because of his powerful insistence, the feel of his cock, and the words he would say demanding my obedience to him alone. How could I refuse the King; no, how could I refuse such a man, when the feelings he brought forth from my body were ten times as powerful as any of Thomas' poems?

[/Locked]

It was exquisite, and more than I had ever dared hope for. Henry was a kind and thoughtful lover, yet firm and accepting. I am forever grateful that the first time I had sexual relations with a man was with my husband.

Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 216

OOC: Takes place after THIS POST.

Dinner was being served in Henry's chambers, with a few attendants around the royal couple as they ate. It was quiet, with Anne glancing at her husband every now and again, smiling, imagining what he might do to her later in the evening once he had dismissed everyone and she was alone with him.

As the attendants gathered up the platters of food from the small table, she watched Charles Brandon enter the room, whisper something to Henry, and then leave. Frowning, Anne was about to question him when she realised it wasn't her place to question. She touched her necklace again, thinking back to her conversation with Madge, and began to worry.

What if His Grace had come to speak to Henry about some other woman, one of the mistresses Anne had just learned about? She knew she shouldn't bring up the topic at all, but Anne's thoughts had been troubled since that day.

"Your Majesty," she began, addressing him as properly as possible considering what she was about to ask, "I do hope that wasn't of any importance." She paused and took a deep breath before asking without asking.

"Affairs of state can wait a few hours. I have been thinking of you all day."

Anne had finished meeting with some new members of Court, and had asked Henry if she could take her leave. She had hoped that she was with child at this point and would be able to give the good news to her husband, but as she walked closer to her chambers, she thought she heard girlish giggling. Frowning, she opened the doors and three of her ladies-in-waiting stood immediately, their reading of what appeared to be the works of Lutheran all but forgotten.

She shut the door and stared at them with coldness in her eyes, before turning to one in particular. "Cousin Madge, you seem quite happy today. Would you care to share with me what the source of your merriment is, please?"

Madge, a woman known for her kind-heartedness and fun rather than her beauty, blanched. "No, Your Majesty," she whispered as she lowered her head and curtsied.

Anne frowned. A direct request from the Queen denied? "Leave me alone with my dear cousin," she told the others, and once the door opened and shut once more, she walked to Madge and held her hands in her own. "Now, you will answer me, for here I am but your cousin and not your Queen. What were you all discussing before I interrupted?"

"Your... Your Majesty will not approve."

A smile crossed Anne's lips. "Try me."

( Slave to desire, yet merely one of many... )

Muse: Anne Boleyn
Fandom: The Tudors (AU)
Word Count: 541