King Henry and Anne [Private for Claret and TearsoftheWorld]

[Claret_Dreams]

Events happen in other worlds, in the real world; King Henry had taken a woman named Anne by his side, and in our time line, she died by a beheading. In another she lived. Though in the world our story takes place in, she was born as a pauper and grew up under surprising circumstances, as a whore; though she preferred Nympho. In this world, King Henry VIII, was not a cruel man, but a cruel Drow.

Drow's weren't very highly looked upon, which lead to the cruelty he showed his subjects as they scoffed at him. Frankly, he hated the country full of elves and humans. This hatred last for quite some before it was vanquished with his death, but that would occur a great ten years later.

"Where's the report Charles," said Henry as he sat on the red velvet cushion, rubbing his fingers together, and often times running a nail under one of his other nails. Habits like this showed that he grew impatient quickly. The man in front of him stuttered though, which made Henry look up once more. "Charles? The report?"

Charles muttered something unheard.

Finally Henry stood up, picking up the limp sword that was propped against the throne, "Don't tell me the riders disappeared..." A scowl took his expression as he sauntered forward, letting his hand grasp the claymore tightly. Though it was a single handed weapon he rose it with strength and pressed the tip shakily to Charles throat, "You don't want to tell me that, do you?"

Instinct told Charles to take the blade but resisted knowing the guard would take him in for insubordination. At last the frightened man murmured, "Yes, but the hunters, they foun-ddddd a good ca-ca-ca-tch." Instantly Henry lowered the claymore and leaned forward, "Really, and what kind of catch." Stepping back, Charles quickly moved across the room and opened the door, "Bring in the girl!"

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Anne had been raised to be more 'giving' with what she had been given. As a child she was energetic and free-spirited, and towards her adult years she had grown up to be a very beautiful and sinful Wood Elf. She had long flowing hair, fair skin, and a body most humans would kill for. Most of the males she had serviced found her large breasts to be a great tool for their sexual needs.

While many would scorn her profession, and in fact she had been known for "doing" just about anyone that could pay, she decided to refer to herself as being mother to a very lonely world. She was extremely sexual in nature, and it was this sexual drive that would eventually bring her into the attention of the royal guards.

The sun had risen that day like any other, and Anne had been sitting near the edge of a small wooded area when several soldiers rode passed her on the rode. She had turned in her seat to watch them ride by, and then looked on as a few of the riders in back had slowed their steeds to a halt, turning to look at her. Her bright eyes saw the lust in their own, although it would turn out later that they had different plans for her.

"Let's go." she heard one of the guards say roughly to her as she moved through the furnished inner hallway. The tiled floors of the castle seemed to contain a coldness that Anne had never felt before. The walls of stone were covered in banners and decorated with weapons and battle gear. Her body was covered not in plate armour nor in leather jerkins like the typical Wood Elves were accustomed too. Thin green leaves covered the parts of her body and left little to the imagination.

 

[Claret_Dreams]

The Drow waited for the Wood Elf to be dragged in, and it was little a surprise considering how he's seen the guard urging her to sexual measures, but he had mistook her for a whore. Sitting against the arm of the chair, he fiddled with the velvet of his cloak. The palace had been decorated for dynasties before him: meaning red, blue, white. The colors for him though didn't fit under any circumstance.

The Drow's dark eyes pierced the empty hall, a reflection of his expections, when finally she was dragged around the corner and propped up on her knees in front of him. Seconds were spent just looking at her, sizing her up in any case.

From her round bosom to her plush rear, he gazed, and finally licked his lips with a satisfied chuckle, "Good work men," he started, descending the clothed steps as he neared close to her, "But did you have to spoil her? Look I can still see some of your seed over her breast," he added when he finally got to her. Gently he raised her chin with the back of his hand, letting his hand move her head to the side. When he was done doing this, he knelt and murmured, "Whenever I get my chance with you, you're going to be such a messy whore." Standing up, he let his opposing hand stroke the top of her head, letting his nails run down through her beautiful mane of tresses, "Now do me a favor and leave us."

The guards that joked quietly in the back suddenly shut up and quickly turned to leave, the sound of metal links clanking as they exited. The door was closed right after.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Anne had been brought through the many hallways, until finally she reached the throne room. Sitting upon the high chair, she could discern one form: that of a Dark Elf - or more commonly known as a Drow. She had been brought to her knees before him, her head bowed slightly, but she knew that his eyes were upon her.

Not too long ago she had been the plaything of the guards, and their enjoyment was still noticeable on her body. Several of the armed soldiers had taken it upon themselves to enjoy her body, cumming inside mouth and all over her tits. At any rate her delicate ears could hear the King descend the stairs to come closer to her, and her head had been raised gently when the King lifted her chin up, turning her face to the side as he looked her over.

"Whenever I get my chance with you, you're going to be such a messy whore."

Anne almost felt her stomach turn inside out, despite the fact that she had serviced many men before, she had enjoyed it those times. But to be reduced to a servant... a common and pitiful whore was not something that she wanted. Not that she had a choice in the matter, however. She was still kneeling on the steps leading to the throne when the doors closed, leaving the two there alone. She decided to remain silent, hoping to be dismissed if the King had found her displeasing enough.

 

[Claret_Dreams]

Henry's touch was icy on the skin when he stopped moving her head left to right. Looking her over with stern eyes, he let his fingers tip into the long tresses of her hair and slip through them. Stopping at the end, he picked up a stand and brought it to his nose; inhaling the scent of it. The first whiff gave it away, "My you are just a filthy whore." Rolling her tresses around, he split them from each other to find none-other-than semen.

Violently, his hand clutched her hair and tugged roughly so that her head was thrust backwards, chin lifted, and breasts pushed out. The hold in her hair was tight, and more than anything, painful. "So tell me little slut, what should I do with you first? Fuck you or paddle your ass until you whimper and scream?" The dark elf looked like he didn't know anything of torture, but the fact that he had made it this far, meant otherwise.

Still knelt beside her, he ran his cold fingertips down her collarbone to grip ahold of the Wood Elves cover over her breasts. Crackling in his hand, he snapped leaves and twigs and brushed them away so her breasts were seen, pink nipples ready for him to pluck. Grinning wider, he let a hand move to her breast. Squeezing the head of the nipple, he tugged out, before twisting it gently. Under his cool touch it erected. Sharing the same sensation with the other, he leaned close to her held back head, "Tell me you're my slut."