‘When Connor is in his prisoner clothes, the shirt exposes his neck so gracefully that it makes me imagine myself kissing it and whispering his name under him, as he slowly enters and gets out constantly, making little groans.’
‘I wake up after a hot night with Haytham Kenway, naked in his arms. He’s still sleeping soundly but parts of him are already awake, pressed against me. I take him in my mouth while he’s asleep, trying to be as slow and gentle as possible as not to wake him. His body begins to shift and I forget all about the fact he’s sleeping until he says ‘well, isn’t this a good morning?’ I let him go and he rolls me over and fucks me slowly and passionately until we both climax together.’
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‘I am Shay’s girl for good, he never lets Haytham take me but that does not mean the grandmaster is not allowed to please me. He licks my clit, runs his tongue between my wet folds while I deep throat him. At the same time Shay’s pounding me like there is no tomorrow. Our entwined arms create an arch over Haytham’s body. We wait for each other, synchronize our joined coming. Our bodies freeze up at once, give ourselves to the pleasure we all yearn so much to claim us. Grunting, moaning, whimpering into the night, our gratified union sounds like a symphony for three. Exclusively composed for us. Afterwards I sleep between my templar lovers, their arms around me while the Morrigan is smoothly gliding on the white waves taking us where we have to be.’
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‘I want Arno to give me an Australian kiss, It’s a french kiss but down under :)))’
‘Once he got some more confidence in matters of the heart, and points south, Ratonhnhaké:ton would be the best Dom *ever* if you’re more into B&D than S&M. Loving and kind but strong and firmly in control, he’d push you past your soft limits if it’s what you wanted but respect hard limits and safewords unconditionally. I’d wear his collar any day.’
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‘I once had a dream where Jacob finger-fucked me senseless. I woke up, gasping and sweaty, on my couch. I was also very wet. Let’s just say I masturbated to the thought of Jacob that night. 😄’
“Shay and I are on the Morrigan, in his captain’s cabin. He takes pleasure from hearing me moan and gasp, and yanks my hair when I try to muffle my cries into the sheets. Shay has no shame and wants me to be loud so everyone hears. Then he’ll wrap his arms under my armpits while fucking into me and hold me to his chest so my mouth is pressed to his ear. I can feel his hot skin slapping against my soaked pussy, his grunts becoming rougher and louder, a tell that he’s seconds away from coming”.
Confessed by: leisurelywasting
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This drabble is partly inspired by this confession and the dirty polls. ;D
~ Signora Paola
It’s been a long day, and I’m very sore and tired. I board the train, and Jacob immediately swoops down on me, worried. “Are you okay?” he asks, running a gloved hand down my arm. “Are you injured?” I assure him that I’m fine, just a bit tired, but he insists on giving me an inspection in his train car. Removing my shirt, he lays gentle kisses on the bruises and scrapes he finds. He moves down “south” and gives me the best “inspection,” assuring me that everything between my legs is fine.
Caps (x) // confessed by @ellestrix
I am swooning!
-Sister Teodora
I wouldn’t mind a quick check-up from Signore Frye…
~Claudia
“I feel like Connor is so good at sex but he’s such a soft little kitten in the inside. I could see that he would be the most intense sex partner out of all of them because of how much he has been through & he’s probably super rough. He’s the type that would rip your clothes off & make you scream! ( but in a good way) 😉 but after it’s over he would roll over & give you soft little kisses & ask you to join him in the shower, then he would make breakfast for you and tell you how amazing you are while cuddling you from behind”.
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