‘Haytham and Crawford are two templars I could call daddy all day, and I would be their very, very good girl.’
I might have forgotten Haytham’s birthday, so to make up for it I become his present. His annoyance at me soon turns into lust, and I promise to give him the best night he’s ever had, letting him use me however he pleases. “Happy birthday, my Grand Master.”
‘Haytham birthday confession: Hey Haytham, I wanna fuck your son.’
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I don’t think Master Kenway would appreciate that very much, dear anon. I would be careful when you go to sleep tonight. 😈
~ Signora Paola
‘For Haytham’s birthday, I’m sure he will want a quiet spot where we’d be make sweet and steamy sex in the cold December air.’
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I’d like to teach poor Connor plenty of kinky stuff. Thinking about how cute and nervous this giant teddy bear becomes when we’re in the bedroom (or somewhere else) gets me off everytime.
‘Because Connor is so huge, I think his cock must be huge too. You’d be needing so much lube and prepping before he can finally fit his enormous cock in you. And when he buries it deep you can feel it push against your stomach and the tip making it visibly bulge 😩 Then it’s just hours of him pounding into you until you can’t walk for a week 😍’
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Imagine being assaulted by a group of brigands on remote road not far from New York, then saved by a warrior your recognise as the famous, or infamous, Connor Kenway. As your assailants lie hacked-up and dying, you approach the blood-stained Assassin to express your gratitude for saving your virtue and possibly your life. Up close, the Native man with the half-shaved head is even bigger than he seems, your head barely coming up to his chest, and stunningly good-looking beneath the warpaint and blood-splatter.
You have to stand on tiptoe and tug his head down to press your lips to his cheekbone, which makes him blush, and look awkward. As you do, his erection presses into your body and you have to hide a grin of exhilaration at the size of it, grinding against it as much as subtlety will allow. It appears that the fight aroused him as much as it did you. His body is huge and hot and solid under his robes, comfortingly so.
“Do you always thank people like that?”
“For saving me like that? I must say this is a first. But for you, I’d gladly do more, Master Kenway.”
“More… you mean…?”
You press against him again as you describe the delicious things you would gladly do for him. He listens with rapt attention, barely an intake of breath and a widening of the eyes to betray his shock and arousal.
“Not here. Someone may find the bodies.”
You end up in even more secluded part of the woods, kissing his mouth hungrily while he undoes his pants and gives his cock a few pulls to demonstrate the hard, fast rhythm he likes. In his large hand, his cock looks merely big, in your much smaller one, it is too large to grip properly.
You ask him to fuck you instead, hitching up your skirt as he lifts you and holds you up against the tree with ease, teeth gritted against coming too early as he sinks into your wet heat slowly, his considerable size stretching you in a way that’s both a challenge and its own delicious reward.
“Please fuck me,” you beg, pulling him into you, and he fucks you properly, hammering into you the way you both craved ever since the fight earlier.
I am watching Connor as he rounds up the pigs for Prudence. One of the pigs gets away from him faster and he slips and falls, now covered in mud. As our mutual friend is giggling at the sight, I then walk up to Connor, help him up, then lead him back towards our house. “It’s bathtime, ” I say to him, winking, “And I am joining you.”
Confessed by @thatbellagaze