Connor is such a strong and intimidating man the even Death himself wouldn’t be caught dead trying to go after him. Much like Kassandra he ends up living an extremely long time. Generations later he’s looking as youthful yet he has traded his old wardrobe for more modern one (of course he keeps his assassin robes). He stands out as an old soul, as respectful and chivalrous as he was in his own time period. It’s what drew you to him. Sweet, kind and generous as ever… at least in public. Don’t get me wrong he still is sweet and kind but in the bedroom things shift a bit. He brings out supplies that you never thought a shy guy like him would. But he shows you that he is a dominant man with sexual prowess galore. He’d bind you in ropes, oil up your bodies, blindfold you. Then he’d fuck with so much vigor you swore the furniture you were on and yourself were going to break and crumble into a million pieces. Virgin or not, this was unlike anything you’d ever experienced or imagined. His cock thick and long and warm. His muscles hard and slick and broad. His eyes brown and innocent. Those puppy eyes would have fooled you if he wasn’t ramming his cock into you with more strength than a wrecking ball. And his mouth, don’t get me started! Those plump, smooth, hydrated lips could suck and kiss and lick something fierce but it was really the noises that came out of them that really stunned you.
His deep grunts and groans were the sweetest music to your ears. But his growls, nearly like a wild wolf or bear, and the dirty, I mean absolutely filthy, words that came out nearly put you in shock. “I will fuck you till I can no longer keep my eyes open.” Connor was known to be able to go days without sleeping. “Do you like that, my filthy pet? What about if I tilt my hips to right and-” The screams and cries you let out completely drowned out his voice. “You look so pretty bent in half. My beautiful little acrobat. This will be the fifth time that I have cum in you. Yet you beg for more. You dirty slut.” Your tongue was lolled out, eyes rolled in the back of your head and toes curled so hard you swore they’d get stuck like that. This next quote isn’t exactly translatable. He spoke in words you didn’t understand along with harsh and deep growls, snarls, howls and growls. Noises you didn’t think a human could make. After all is done, he gives you the best aftercare you could ever ask for. He says that he loves you in both languages you understood and ones you didn’t. There was no doubt at the end of it all, he was truly, deeply and hopelessly in love with you and of course you shared the same feelings. You both wouldn’t have it any other way.
(Not exactly a sinful confession but it makes me so happy to see that this blog is alive and well. Assassin’s Creed was my life blood when I was younger and it still is as I’m in adulthood. Sisters, thank you for keeping the fandom strong, happy and naughty. While I’m here I might as well give a confession. Omgg sorry about how long the confession is. I got carried away!)
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Oh, trust me, dearest anon, your confession is as delightfully sinful as it gets ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) And grazie mille for your support! We honestly wouldn’t have gone far without it ❤️
