‘Altair is probably into orgasm denial. He’s fucking me rough in bed, and what started as an average fucking session has me bitting my lip, dripping in sweat and moaning like the horniest woman on the planet after he denied me orgasms three times in a row. He tries making that four, but instead I grab his head and ram his face and soft lips back to my dripping, aching cunt, his tongue hits my clit and I ride his face, my cum squirting all over him as he moans into my cunt.’
‘Does anyone else get turned on when Jacob yells “Here I come!” Just me?’
Confession [@sassenach-on-the-rocks]
I am certain that quite a number of us have this expression on our faces every time we hear Jacob say it:
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~ Signora Paola
^ Tag your favourite assassin/templar in that last gif
Arno’s smooth French accent mixing with Jacob’s rough London rasp as they slowly fuck me to orgasm, Arno thrusting into my ass, whispering half dirty, half sweet things into my ear, then Jacob pounding furiously into my pussy, his eyes burning holes into my soul as he says the dirtiest things, bringing me to the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever had.
Everything about Jacob is just pure sex. Like in that film of him where he straddles that chair and says, “Join me, join the rooks,” and the way his eyes are just visible beneath his hood. I can imagine him straddling me, looking down at me with those piercing eyes, before fucking me until I scream for mercy.
Upon the Morrigan, you and Shay would have endless nights. Sleepless nights. Of course those nights consisted being naked and engulfed in body heat while the outside air was crisp and frozen. And on those nights, he’d sit you right on his desk. Legs open, your feet resting flat on his chair’s armrests while he’d be occupying said chair. But you wouldn’t see his face for long, at least not all of it. He would be buried between your legs, his tongue moving along the folds of your inner lips, and skimming over your clit with a few sucks. But that wasn’t the most exciting part of your nights, nono, it was when he’d pick you up, and drop you right onto his bed.
And from here on, he’d enter you with ease. Slick with your wetness, his cock slides in and out of you easily. His pace not so forgiving. And soon, you’d arch your back for him, clawing the bed sheets knowing how many holes you’d put into them. Now Shay’s pace became much more erratic. Animalistic, and messy. His hips pound against yours with such roughness and speed. You grip his muscled shoulders and back as he does so, your toes curling and legs wrapped around his waist, hugging him close.
You wanted him deeper, and you wanted him badly. You huffed a breath of air, able to see it due to the cold outside, but your body is burning against Shay’s. His fingers dig into your flesh, his teeth marking your neck as harsh grunts and heavy breathing escapes his mouth. Your body would tremble, unable to keep up any longer and eventually, you’d trap Shay inside you, making him shutter in one last thrust. He’s in deep, and with a loud open mouthed moan, his grip relaxes and so does yours. Your body lays exhaustedly on the bed with Shay’s face nuzzled into your neck. You’re both heavily panting, and your delicate fingers glide through his hair in appreciation. And after all this roughness, he’d lay besides you, rubbing any sore spots with his hands and he’d shower you with gentle kisses.Yes, these were the nights, you knew and absolutely loved.
Confession [@scarlet-marionette]
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‘Oh my God… ever since I read “Take me Apart” I cannot stop imagining Daddy Jacob wearing a suit and slowly taking it off while I can only watch him, tied to the bedpost; once he is done, he would roughly fuck me after he touched himself to tease me until I cannot moan anymore. I’m sure 40-yo Jacob Frye is even better in bed; sex sessions with him would be absolutely more intense and harder than his 20-yo version 😱’
I am in 100% agreement, my dear confessor. And grazie mille for reading it! ♥
~ Signora Paola
‘From a deep sleep, you wake up, moaning, with a strange feeling of pleasure. You feel cold and realise you’re naked. You wake up with a gasp only to find Arno intensely looking at you from between your legs. While you stare at him in disbelief, he shocks you one more time, with his sexy wet tongue on your clit. The feeling of his stubble and tongue together and his finger dipping into your vagina makes your eyes flutter and you come violently on his pretty face. Good morning gals!’
‘Imagine how wet you’d get just by having both Jacob and Shay talk dirty to you, let alone how wet you’d get when Shay slowly unbuttons his shirt and Jacob asks you to suck his fingers so they’re wet enough to fuck you. Or when Shay tells you how many times he’s wanted to hear you moan while he massages you clit, as he kisses down your neck. When Jacob starts to slowly finger you. Or when Jacob laps up your juices and Shay sucks your clit between his lips. Just imagine how wet you’d be.’
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It would start with me walking into the Grandmaster’s office. I’d walk up and behind him, and slide my hands down from his shoulders over his chest, and lean down to whisper in his ear. “Have you heard of the theory, that people who are more dominant in their regular life, that they tend to be more submissive in the bedroom?” I could practically hear his smirk. “I have not in fact. Why?”
“Hmmmm… oh well, I just thought it was interesting is all,” I said as I slowly slid one of my hands back up his chest and to his neck, whilst distracting him with kisses and nips along his jaw line. He turned his chair to me and captured my lips with his. “As much as I’d love to continue this, love, I have business to-” he gasped as I pulled his ponytail, which I’d wound in my fist. “That’s quite enough, Haytham,” I said as I straddled his lap. His eyes flashed dangerously.
“Don’t play with me, woman. I-” He got cut off once more with what I swore was a whimper as I ground down my hips to rub my core against his rapidly growing erection. “Last warning, Haytham. Now, put your hands on the rests, you’re not allowed to touch me, understood?”
As he nodded in confirmation I started kissing his neck, sucking on his weak spots, as my free hand quickly opened his shirt and then his belt and trousers to free his rock hard cock. Giving it a few quick strokes, emitting more moans from the usually stoic and composed Grandmaster, I rushed to pull up my skirts, happy of my earlier decision to not put on any underwear. Haytham seized this opportunity to try and touch me, but I immediately tightened my grip on his hair once more, tutting at him.
“No. Touching,” I said in a stern voice. His eyes flashed dangerously again, but I knew by the dilation of his pupils that he didn’t mean it… yet. As I finally had my skirt pulled up, I immediately sank down, closing my eyes and throwing my head back, moaning. I could feel Haytham underneath me, straining to touch me, or make me move, but he kept still. I opened my eyes slightly and looked at him and smirked. “Good boy.” As I started moving, I knew that I wouldn’t last long, definitely not long enough to ensure Haytham’s pleasure. He seemed to sense my internal battle, saying in a strained voice “Come, my love. Take your pleasure.”
Losing control, I screamed his name, raking my nails down his chest and pulling his hair once more, which made him buck and moan beneath me, but he didn’t come. Instead, he waited for me to come down from my orgasm, holding me close and rubbing my back whilst pressing soft kisses to my face and neck. I lifted my head to look at him, but my smile froze on my face. I knew that look. I knew that I would not leave this room before he decided I had learned my lesson. I knew I would be bent over the desk within the next five minutes, crying his name, begging for mercy and release as he would spank me long and hard, then to fuck me seven ways to Sunday.
But it was definitely worth it. Happy Valentine’s day to me indeed [Oh wow, this is my very first confession ever, and I very much got carried away… my apologies!]
Confession [@chrisfoxman]
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Congratulations on your first confession, amico mio! And such a detailed and well-written one, too! ♥ Great job!
~ Signora Paola