‘As an assassin unaffiliated with the brotherhood Altaïr was sent to kill me, resulting in what felt like hundreds of rough fights – initiated from both sides – each time our skills matching up perfectly, each time without a winner. After many of these pass his frustration and determination at its maximum. However, eventually due to his shadow like stealth and effort he is presented with a rare opportunity where I am completely distracted and unprepared. Looking through an window into my ‘borrowed’ rooftop shack, he sees his target, barely clothed and with two fingers feverishly working in and around her cunt with shimmering skin, an open mouth and eyes shut in pure pleasure.

‘He couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity yet something stops him as watches me continue, he chastises himself in his head for enjoying such a crude sight. (He could barely handle admitting his admiration of my fighting skills let alone this). He watches from aside as her lips slowly parted as a sultry moan escaped them followed by an “Oh Altairrr!” The knot in his stomach instantly tightened and began to notice and overwhelming sensation in his lower half. “Oh great,” he thinks to himself, “you want to fuck your target.” He lets out an audible sigh and she instantly turns around. He feels his cheeks burn bright red as she throws on a pair of pants adjusts her bra and grabs the nearest knife. “Hi,” Altaïr says as his voice cracks.’

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