‘Is it bad that I love the idea of Jacob and Alexios fighting over who can have me?
Like getting in to a fist fight over me, then turning to me and having me decide who to get railed by 😳
Damn I could never choose!’
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Always choose the best option, dear anonimo
The question is – are you prepared to take them both?
‘Arno‘s mouth looks so delectable and kissable. I bet he can do many tricks with it. Even fantasizing him unhooking my bra and pulling my panties with his teeth. And don’t get me started with his tongue because ohhh yesss! 👅👄💦‘
‘Oh, my! I confess my fantasy of riding on Jacob Frye. I’ll tie his hands on a bedpost and to fuck him while I’m wearing his top hat.’
Seeing my lover completely naked with his ass in the air and his arms folded neatly in front of him, sends a shiver down my spine. When Arno had told me he wanted this, I was initially surprised. After giving it some thought, I agreed and he gleefully began to explain exactly what he wants from this.
Watching him prepare himself proved extremely difficult. I wanted so badly to open him up myself, but my beloved Arno, the clever imp, insisted on doing it himself. He knew exactly how much I love to be teased. Once he deemed himself ready, he beckoned me with a single curled finger and come-hither eyes.
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Confession [@catpop12343]
‘I’ll fuck the hell out of Shay Cormac. No matter as an assassin or as a templar.’
The cellar was a spacious room with nothing but shelves on all sides, filled with tainted glass bottles of wine. Besides the owner and I, there was another customer in the room too. I did not pay much mind to him for it was not odd seeing someone else in here. However, what was odd about him was his attire: only white robes and heavily armed. A guard?
“Anything new will be located here in the first three shelves. Everything else are the regular signatures and local favorites. Please, pick out as much as you would like.”
“Sí, grazie.”
After that, the room went silent and my walk around the glass gallery began. Red, bold, light, fruity and earthy. For tonight’s purpose of getting drunk, I picked a bottle with the highest amount of alcohol and one of the newer recipes the brewer mentioned for support. As I extended my hand to grab the neck of the bottle, his hand gently grazed past mine. The guard’s. Quickly, I retracted my hand and looked over to my left. When he moved to my side, I could not say. I must have been lost in my thoughts again.
“Mi dispiace signore. The bottle is yours.”
As I apologized, the male chuckled, moved his hand to rest on his hip and turned his profile to see me.
“No need to apologize bellissima.”
It was not the cheesy compliment that made me speechless. No, I have heard plenty of those back in my primal days. I paid no attention to his words actually. It was his gorgeous appearance that really made me doubt his profession as a guard. For one, he wore no helmet. I was able to distinguish how well-groomed both his brown, neck length hair and facial hair was, the fairness in the coloring of his skin tone, the glimmer of interest in his dark brown eyes, and the playfulness in his smile despite how much he has already aged.
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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]
‘I want to have a threeway with Edward and Brasidas—they’re so under appreciated and I want to show them just how much they’re loved’
It started as an accident—a simple, innocent little incident—and the young Assassin didn’t know how to feel about it. It all started when he scraped his groin against the desk. He didn’t mean to do it. Oh no, not at all. He just needed to grab ingredients from the kitchen shelves as ordered by Achilles. But then euphoria ignited his loins while he did so.
He never brought it up with the old man, no matter how disconcerted it made him. Such matters embarrassed him too much to discuss in the open. He didn’t want to discuss it with someone not of his tribe, either. So, he left the subject untouched until nightfall.
Connor laid upon his four-poster bed with eyes wide open. He couldn’t sleep until he dealt with this strange issue of his. He felt relieved that Achilles gave him a separate upstairs bedroom to sleep in, far away from the old man’s lower-level chamber. Wearing nothing but a night-shirt, Connor pushed the bedsheets aside and reached for his nether regions. He put his hand right above his loins, unsure of where to begin, or even how to get those gratifying sparks going again.
Confession [@haythamsenpai]
‘Evie and Jacob are a goddess and god of Lust and of Love, she is Frye-a, and he Frye-r.’
Mary is her name. His true name. A bold white Englishwoman, with shades of brown coloring both her beaded hair and eyes. I leaned in the rest of the way and pressed my lips against hers again. Together, we shared another passionate kiss like before but this time…Mary began to eagerly remove my clothing. Resisting was never an option for me, rather, I helped her slip away each piece of garment until I was fully naked. Afterwards, she pushed me down on the bed, my head now resting on a comfortable pillow. I fixed my positioning as well, raising my arms up to hide them underneath the pillow and spreading my legs open, to further display myself unto her.
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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]
