‘Wish I can put my face between Arno‘s or Connor‘s thighs.’
‘I love my men rough, bursting with stamina, loud howl when he comes, ram me anywhere he wants, everywhere he wants, any day he wants and with a harsh voice talks to me dirty, even if his breath smells like rancid wine and that man is Eivor. 🤤 We will be banging until the arrival of the Ragnarök.’
‘I just want Arno to wrap his lips around my clit. I want to see him smirk and punish me for being such a bad girl.’
Confession [@ellebastille]
‘I think Kassandra and Desmond would be open to the idea of having a threesome with me so I’d love to lie on my back while Kassandra rides on my face, I lick her wet pussy, and Desmond pounds his cock roughly into my core.’
‘I want to sit on Yusuf Tazim‘s hookblade if you know what I mean. 😉’
‘I want to suffocate Jacob’s face with my breasts.’
‘Connor is the name I want to moan and scream in an orgasm right now!’
Running, I leapt from roof to roof until I found the building that had the Brotherhood’s insignia engraved before the entrance. Through the opening, I climbed my way down inside the Bureau. When my boots touched the floor, I turned and pulled my hood down to get a proper view of my surroundings. It was both spacious and silent. The sun’s rays peering through the top was enough to be a source of light. I could only imagine what this space would look like at night. Around me were potted plants, vines growing through the top that hung comfortably against wall decors, a small fountain and a few rugs laid across the floors accompanied by many plush pillows. There was only a door frame to pass through, and after crossing stone floors, I was greeted by a man working on a piece of parchment with a quill in hand.
His head was bowed, and his eyebrows frowned against his forehead. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it with such an intense concentration. I blinked. It was such an admirable sight; I was worried that my presence here would be a sort of disturbance. As I turned to walk away in hopes to return at a more appropriate time, a voice stopped me.
“Hold. What do you think you are doing? You are late enough as it is.”
Stern, sharp and with a slight accent to his words, the man was speaking to me. I turned back around to see that the man had not once removed his eyes from his work.
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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]
‘More often than not, when watching the cutscenes in Unity, I can’t help but imagine Arno talking so casually in my ear in the soft, velvety voice of his about a mission or the most random subject, while his hands and his cock are doing things to me below; his words interrupted by the occasional kiss, sigh or groan as his own excitement grows. Doesn’t matter where. It could in his bed, where we have all the time in the world…in a private room during a mission, while he’s waiting and keeping an eye out for a target to show up…or even riskily standing in the corner of a crowded room, with no one noticing just what is going on between our bodies underneath those long, gorgeous robes of his…’