‘Queens of the Bordello, I’d love to book a night, or two, with your resident shy guy Connor. I’ve desperately been needing someone who can be kind and gentle and hopefully take care of me all day long 😈’
I just want to slowly rip open Ezio’s robes and rub his sweaty muscular chest…
Imagine getting stuck next to your favorite character on a plane flight, and when you eventually fall asleep you awake an hour or so later to find their arm around you, nuzzling into your hair and mumbling things in their sleep. They begin touching you, running their hands against your thigh, still asleep, and you get immensely turned on. When they wake up and find you all flustered, you two end up having frantic sex in the bathroom up against the wall.
I wonder if the ladies of the Bordello could show my poor, inexperienced self how to better pleasure a man or woman… preferably with a hands on demonstration.
Oh my dear Nonnie~
We would gladly show you a trick or two to give our Assassins the pleasure of their lives. Come along now.
~ Annetta
Can I just say I would love for Shay to spank me right now? 💯
‘I want Ezio and Altaïr to worship my body – preferably at the same time –
while we’re laying on a huge bed. Imagine feeling four hands in you,
stroking, teasing, massaging. Two mouths that kiss, lick and bite every
inch of you, while one of them always talks in a low tone, whispering
the dirtiest things in your ear until you come. They don’t give you time
to come down from your high, Altaïr just pushes your leg apart, slowly
enters you and starts to fuck you in deep, powerful strokes.’
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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.