‘Dinnertime at Le Cafe Thearte. I’ve prepared Monsieur Dorian a fabulous meal, which he’s unfortunately distracted from because I’m feeding it to him, sitting in his lap, while wearing nothing but a pair of silk panties and a lace bra. Occasionally a bit of sauce would “accidentally” spill onto my cleavage and thighs, which I’d invite him to lick off me. Arno eventually has had enough of all this teasing and eventually carries me off to his room, where I’m treated to a feast of my own.’
‘I don’t know why and how but Arno’s Master Phantom hood makes me feel very shy and of course blushing mess. He can seduce me where ever he wants to. In my (or his?) bedroom or at a ball in Versailles. But let’s face it that listening The Music of the Night by Andrew Lloyd Webber is making my fantasy even better. What a night…’
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‘Arno on top of me; his hands pinning my wrists down to the bed; Arno inside me, his impressive length penetrating me, his breath hot against my neck and his voice cool and caressing as he whispers my name. He’s about to come; I can feel him shudder, he bites into my neck and I feel the pleasurable sensation of his hot seed filling me. I wrap my thighs around his waist and I do not let go until he is done.’
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‘Arno and I are in bed; He’s deep inside me, each furious thrust sending me deeper into throes of ecstasy. I’m close to climaxing; and when he sees the wanton expression on my face, he smiles a slow, languid smile that spreads out beautifully across his perfect lips. It’s this smile that pulls me over the edge into a full-blown orgasm, and I’m quivering and writhing beneath him, crying out his name in breathless mews. He finishes me off with a deep, passionate kiss, pleased and delighted with me.’
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‘For some reason I’ve been shipping Arno with Jacob recently. Imagine Jacob flirting relentlessly with Arno, the pretty boy, making him blush, and eventually, Arno reluctantly consents to sex. They’re kissing and Jacob growls, “I love your pretty little mouth, Frenchboy. I can’t wait to see it around my cock.” Obviously, Jacob returns the favor because Arno is so hot and his sex noises alone can almost bring him to orgasm.’
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I just masturbated and came HARD thinking about Arno. He’d be the sweetest lover, making sure I was comfortable and enjoying everything and getting me off first before letting himself go. He’d make the hottest sounds, and I can imagine him kissing my neck, nibbling my earlobe, moaning softly, periodically sighing “fuck” into my ear as he thrusts into me. I’d intertwine my legs with his to make sure he’s as deep and close to me ass possible.
“I have been suffering from art block recently and now I have a strong feeling that I want to do that again. Somehow the fate chose me to draw Arno and I can’t help but imagine how he would thank me when it’s (HOPEFULLY) finished. Sorry Jacob but you have been placed on hold. Maybe Papa!Ezio could join with me Arno because he has two portraits already? 😏”
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Arno is parkouring over the rooftops of Paris, on his way to a mission when he decides to take a shortcut through an open apartment window. It’s my bedroom window, and I’m sprawled out on the bed, naked and masturbating. Arno takes one look at me; He doesn’t say a word, but as he strides towards me I can see the bulge in his pants, the outline of his erect sex against the tightness of his breeches. Without even bothering to take off his hood, he unhooks his pants, and takes me there and then; I moan in gratification as he straddles me and thrusts into my already-wet sex, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand and fondling my breast with the other.
He roughly rides me to climax, cupping his gloved hand over my mouth when my moans become too loud. He does not stop until I’ve orgasmed twice; and just as I’m about to beg for mercy he finally releases his seed inside me, hot and pulsating and full. I’m a sweating, panting mess but he’s only slightly breathless. And with barely an ‘adieu’ he pulls up his breeches, and continues on his way out the other side of the building, not knowing he had just fathered the carrier of his genetic memories.
‘I imagine that both Arno and Elise have their dominant streaks when it comes to having sex, and they take turns being on top when they’re together in bed. Sometimes it’s Elise riding Arno to climax in reverse-cowgirl position; some nights it’s Arno pushing Elise up against the wall as he takes her from behind, leaving hickeys down the back of her neck. It’s always a surprise every night, but things get really exciting when both of them refuse to give up the dominant role.’
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‘I have a tendency to depression. When I played Unity and I saw how Arno showed some depressive symptoms through the game I felt so close to him. I’d like to have him as my boyfriend and care for him and vice versa. In our down moments we just end in the bed making sweet love and trying to forget everything. If he only was real… I think I’m really falling in love with Arno.’