Anne's and Mine: The Other Boleyn Girl Fic
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Anne’s and Mine
Fandom: The Other Boleyn Girl
Pairing: Anne/Mary
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 223
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest
Author’s Note: Written for 10,000 Lilies: A Femslash Porn Battle for the prompt “The Other Boleyn Girl, Anne/Mary, secrets.”
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
Anne's and Mine
My sister Anne was tried and executed for sins and crimes she never committed.
Oh if those judges had known of the sins and crimes she did commit, that I committed with her.
Long before there was a King between Anne and myself, there were secrets.
I married first, but it was Anne who taught me how to please myself. How to find the hidden nub inside the cunny that makes all the difference.
Later when the king was my lover, many midnights I’d creep back to my chambers after our lovemaking, his seed filling my womb. Anne would lick me clean. Perhaps in her ambition she wished to steal the royal seed from me but I liked it well enough. I considered what we did sisterly love taken further than it is by most. We were prone to extremes, we Boleyn girls. Extremes of hate and love, of passion and ambition. Why would we not have each other even as we were rivals?
I never begrudged Anne my bed when I belonged to Henry Tudor. She never begrudged me hers when she was queen.
Was it wickedness or the last vestige of innocence in both of us? I can not say. It is our secret, Anne’s and mine. She took it to her grave, I will take it with me to mine.
Title: Anne’s and Mine
Fandom: The Other Boleyn Girl
Pairing: Anne/Mary
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 223
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest
Author’s Note: Written for 10,000 Lilies: A Femslash Porn Battle for the prompt “The Other Boleyn Girl, Anne/Mary, secrets.”
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
Anne's and Mine
My sister Anne was tried and executed for sins and crimes she never committed.
Oh if those judges had known of the sins and crimes she did commit, that I committed with her.
Long before there was a King between Anne and myself, there were secrets.
I married first, but it was Anne who taught me how to please myself. How to find the hidden nub inside the cunny that makes all the difference.
Later when the king was my lover, many midnights I’d creep back to my chambers after our lovemaking, his seed filling my womb. Anne would lick me clean. Perhaps in her ambition she wished to steal the royal seed from me but I liked it well enough. I considered what we did sisterly love taken further than it is by most. We were prone to extremes, we Boleyn girls. Extremes of hate and love, of passion and ambition. Why would we not have each other even as we were rivals?
I never begrudged Anne my bed when I belonged to Henry Tudor. She never begrudged me hers when she was queen.
Was it wickedness or the last vestige of innocence in both of us? I can not say. It is our secret, Anne’s and mine. She took it to her grave, I will take it with me to mine.