A slightly drunk Shay notices me in a tavern. We’ve met but he hasn’t killed me, although I’m an Assassin. “I must’ve been lucky”, I say. “You made your own luck, lass”, he replies with a wink, referring to our last meeting which ended with us banging. I blush. He starts mocking and teasing me, trying to slide hand under my skirt. I resist until his hand is between my legs. “I know you want it too, you’re wet~” he purrs in my ear. Resigned and horny, I let him pound me hard in a dark alley…
Mmm, a night with Arno sounds delightful. The sounds from the cafe drifting upstairs as we hastily devoid each other of cloths. Then it would be a night of generous teasing before he couldn’t take anymore. He’d wrap his arms around me, holding my body close as he sheathed himself deep within me. His breath mingling with mine as he whispered, “Je pourrais rester comme ça pour toujours.” As my nails racked his back, he’d smirk before pounding into fast and furious until we both collapse.
Translation: Je pourrais rester comme ça pour toujours (I could stay like this forever)
I would love to fuck this Russian daddy. I would love to drink vodka with Nikolai and get drunk. We would fight (just for fun) and I pinned him to the ground. I tear off his coat and pants and lick his cock. I would give him a handjob and then lick his cum from his hairy chest.
‘I want a great threesome with my two favorite men who suffered PTSD like I did. Captain Shay Cormac and Commander Cullen Rutherford help me heal as I helped each of them. I could feel Shay from behind me inside while Cullen kissed me touching me. In the end I kissed their scars as they kissed mine on my back and hip.’
Confession [@jeweledfaith]
‘Bayek holds my back against his chest, his free hand exploring my body,
pinching at my nipples and groping me while he kisses my neck and
whispers praise in my ear, meanwhile Connor’s mouth expertly works my
pussy, his tongue dancing against my clit and folds with his fingers
inside me. “Let us hear you sing, my love” Bayek purrs.’
Imagine making love to Arno in a bedroom with a mirrored ceiling – as he pumps into you, you are treated to the wonderful sight of his toned back muscles; those powerful arms and shoulders honed by years of parkour; his tight, firm buttocks; those thick thighs rolling with every deep thrust into you. You can’t take your eyes off his sculpted body and smooth skin, and you cling desperately to his strong, broad shoulders as he drives you closer and closer to your climax.
I want Cal Lynch to fuck me rough and hard, pinning me up against a wall, growling into my 👂 with each thrust. He seems to be the sort of guy who’d be an absolute animal when he fucks.
Imagine your favorite character gripping one of their hands around your neck. – Not hard enough to choke you, but firm enough to keep you held down as they plow into you.
‘I’m sandwiched between Ezio Auditore and Arno Dorian, feeling my knees steadily grow weaker as they work together to undress me. Their hands caress my body as they slip my clothes off, and soon I’m naked between them, and giving in to the sheer pleasure offered by their roving hands. Ezio and Arno take turns to kiss me while the other pleasures me with his fingers. And soon I’m gratefully taking their cocks both at once, my moans muffled by the thick, rigid length slipping through my lips.’
To teach Guernica a lesson, I make him eat me out while he’s tied up kneeling on the floor. he gets so hard, but he can’t touch himself until I say so.