It’s Arno’s birthday, and I’ve prepared a sumptuous platter of all his favorite desserts – but he’s distracted from it because I’m sitting in his lap, wearing nothing but a lace bra and panties, and feeding it to him. Occasionally, bits of whipped cream or strawberry juice would ‘accidentally’ drop onto my cleavage and thighs, and I’d invite Arno to lick it off me. But once he’s had enough of all this teasing, he carries me up to his room for a different sort of “dessert” altogether ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
‘“Joyeux anniversaire, Arno,” you murmur, sauntering up to your lover in a lacy, see-through piece of lingerie he’d never seen you wear before. You see his appreciation as his gaze roves your body. “My birthday gift to you is the rest of my evening,” you continue, noticing the arousal in his eyes, and … other places. He backs you against a wall and leans in. “Well,” he murmurs in his sweet voice, undoing the ribbons holding your lingerie together, “I do love to unwrap my presents.”’
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Arno and Altaïr. My ass. Now.
‘I want Arno to perform a little striptease for me, slowly sliding off the many layers of his clothes, his dark gaze never leaving mine. I watch as the dark blue coat slides off his broad shoulders, the double waistcoats come off one by one, and the pristine white linen of his shirt making way for his supple skin and toned, defined muscles. I eye the tight breeches clinging to his thighs, and when he slips out of those, I’m blushing at the wonderful sight that greets me~( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)’
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I love how popular the Jacob/Arno ship is becoming. They are perfect together. Jacob brings out Arno’s fun/naughty side and Arno teaches Jacob the best way to French kiss.
‘People always say how Arno is sweet and gentle with sex but I like to think that when he wants to go rough, he bends you over doggy style with his hands on your hips and doesn’t hold back. He’s relentless and his favorite part is your loud moans and the way your ass moves when he thrusts hard into you.’
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“Arno’s cock is long and thick. Curving up towards his stomach. I love to suck it and see how far I can swallow it. Arno loves it when I gag and thinks it is the hottest thing to see me enthusiastically working his length. Glassy eyed with saliva dripping from my mouth, I suck him to orgasm. I continue to suck after he is spent, enjoying the groans of being oversensitive that I can pull from him.” – Axeman
‘Since Napoleon and Arno’s birthdays are so close together, I’d love to give them a ‘double celebration’ this month by letting them have their way with me, sandwiched between them, and giving them both a ‘birthday treat’ they’ll never forget. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Vive la France, indeed!’
‘You watch Arno practice his swordfighting in Le Cafe Theatre’s training room, unable to look away from the gracefulness of his moves. In the heat of the Parisian summer, he sheds his shirt to cool off, and the sight of him, bare-chested and moving in such focused, forceful movements arouses you. When he notices you watching, he winks. “Like what you see, cherie?” he teases. As you stutter out an unconvincing denial, he draws closer to whisper, “There’s more to see, if you’d like me to show you.”’
‘“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Arno murmurs, his voice soft and sweet as he whispers against my ear. His arm is loosely draped around my waist as we sit together on the edge of the bed. I had just confided to him – now, of all times – that I was a virgin. “No,” I whisper back, “I want to do this.” His grip around my waist tightens. He lowers me onto the bed. I stare up at his dark eyes, his moist lips. “I’ll be gentle,” he says, slipping the nightgown from my shoulders.’
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