‘I want to raw dog Arno’
‘Lately I am extremely horny for Arno. I just cannot stop imagining him fucking me in all possible way. I want to suck his cock so badly, I want to feel his lips (oh those sinful lips of his!) on my sex as he mercilessly brings me to overstimulation, to be tied to the headboard of his bed and just be at his mercy for all night. I want to feel his hands kneading my breasts, want to feel him pound into me, to grip my buttocks until they bruises, to come into me so many times he’d fill me to the brim. By morning, I want to be unable to leave our bed from how exhausted he had rendered me. And then…. I want him to do all this all over again.’
‘Listening Shay‘s Irish accent (if he speaks Gaelic, better) and Arno speaking French while in a threesome is my wish right in this exact moment. Please make it come true!!!!’
‘I shall bend on my knees and convert myself to worship Arno Dorian’s thighs. I want those thighs to destroy me 👅’
‘I can’t stop thinking about what would happen if bearded Arno was searching for the man who killed his father and found older Shay. Arno would kick the Morrigan’s cabin’s door open as Shay had just retired from commanding the ship for the night. There would be a fierce melee skirmish, but they both would soon realize that neither was the other’s better. Arno and Shay would soon turn their attention to me. They come up with a bet: whoever can make me cum the most wins their skirmish.
Piece by piece, they remove their clothing. Arno neatly folds his robes and places them on the table next to the bed. Shay fervently removes his and throws them on the floor. They each help me disrobe. Shay is more impatient when stripping me. Arno takes his time.
Shay takes me by the hand. He leads me to the table in the center of the cabin. Placing his hands around my waist, he lifts me up and sits me on the edge of the table. He forces me to part my thighs before he bends down and breathes me in. He expertly glides his tongue over my hot pussy. I glide my hands over his head and remove the tie on his ponytail. His long hair falls in his face. Arno steps towards me and teases my hardened nipples. I can feel the pressure building in my body. Once an orgasm rips through my body, Shay steps back and licks his lips. Arno and Shay argue over who made me come first. Shay and his silver tongue get the Point.
Arno hops up on the table beside me. He pulls me onto his lap and enters me slowly. His fat cock fills me up, stretching me as he pumps in and out of me. Shay taps his glans against my lips and I happily take him into my mouth. I cum all over Arno’s dick. Shay releases into my mouth. I swallow all of his sweet jizz. Point goes to Arno.
It is Shay’s turn. He lifts me off of Arno and lays down on the floor. I get on top of him. His long, wide cock fills me past being full, and I wonder how he does not tear me. Arno slides down to the floor with us and readies my asshole by sliding fingers into it before he glides his own dick in. They start off slow. Their balls rub together as Arno and Shay thrust within me. The Morrigan’s cabin is filled with only the sounds of wet slapping, grunts, groans, and the final roar of me cumming as they filled both of my holes. Each release their cum inside of me, not caring that Arno’s leaks out and drips onto Shay. Shay fills me up with so much cum that it drips down my thighs before he even pulls out. I clean Shay off, savoring the way he tastes.
Finally, the three of us retire to the little bed on the Morrigan. I am in the middle of them as they wrap their arms around me. They try to determine the winner, but we all agree that I’m the real winner. All Points to me.’
confession [@eclectic–assassin]
‘If Arno was real and my lover: why would I need to wear underwear? He can just take off my dress and boom, my body is ready for him!’
‘I have a lot of favorite Arno outfits (cause the boy loves his fashion and allows us to sample so much) but while I love the Athos Duel Shirt because of how little it leaves to the imagination, I love the Sans-Culottes outfit because of how it shows off his arms and shoulders. The straps across his chest and leather all over… It’s such a rough and tumble look compared to his normal get up. THAT is an Arno I wouldn’t mind being pinned up a wall by and being muffled against his leather bracer as he slips down my bottoms and has his way with me.’
‘I want to get fingered by Arno while he is wearing gloves.’
‘Here’s the competition: a passionate night between Arno and Shay. An assassin against a templar. Who will please me the best? Should I join the Order or the Creed?’
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As we say here in La Rosa in Fiore…
‘I love Arno, I really do. He’s perfect. And so is Alexios, in other ways. I’d love to be in a sandwich between them; Arno’s gentle touches and soft words and Alexios being sweet in his own way but it’s shown through rough hands and deep kisses. The night ends with me split on Alexios’ cock and gagging on Arno’s. And they’d both be so warm to cuddle into!’