‘I need Mary Read to fuck my period pains to another dimension.’
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I imagine Edward Kenway being in modern times and I am his roommate. He picks up a book I have been reading and sees that it is Fifty Shades of Grey and looks at me with a sinful look and asks if we can perform such actions. Me being a girl and his roommate, I begin to blush and comply with his wishes.
Confession by @jrzgrl02
‘If the universe of Assassin’s Creed were real, I’d hop into the Animus just so I can relive the memories of all the courtesans who have had the pleasure of sleeping with Ezio, Edward and Arno … nothing will convince me that these boys didn’t have multiple sexual partners (at least after Elise’s death in Arno’s case … with a friend like de Sade, I won’t be surprised if Arno wasn’t a customer of de Sade’s “establishments” at some point!)’
I didn’t know it was Edward’s birthday until a few days after when he mentions it in passing. I scoff in mild irritation and say, “Well, better a late present than none at all,” and take his hand, pulling him to his cabin. I push him down on the bed “Stay,” I instruct, preparing to slowly strip for him. “You know I don’t listen well, love,” he says, sitting up. He makes a halfhearted attempt to struggle as I yank off his shirt, shove him back down, and tie his hands above his head with his belt. I remove my clothes, slowly, sensually, before I crawl onto the bed and kneel over him, hovering just above his erection. He keeps still, but I can see in his eyes how badly he wants me.
The feeling is mutual, but I have more plans before I’ll allow him to have me. I lean forward, still not touching him where we both want to be touched, and trace a finger lightly over one of his chest tattoos. “What does this mean?” I purr. As he begins the story, his voice strained and nearly a growl, I lean farther over him and kiss it, then lick. He barely gets one minute into the tale I wasn’t even listening to before yanking his hands free of the belt. He rips off his pants and I don’t put up a fight as he fucks me mercilessly. After a long night involving many orgasms for both of us he tells me that was the best birthday he’s ever had. Smiling with satisfaction, I climb on top of him for at least one more round.
‘I’ve never played Black Flag, but, since I read the book, it is obsessing my mind and lately I cannot help but imagine to be part of a big orgy with Edward, Anne Bonny, Mary Read and Rackham. Those two boys would fuck my two holes with their cocks mercilessly while Anne rides my face and Mary massages my clit. Oh. My. God.’
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‘My b-day is coming up (3-14) and it would be amazing just to have Ezio, Altair, and Edward for my party. The party would be nice and normal until things start to heat up. I wouldn’t mind riding on Ezio as I suck on Altair’s cock. Edward would take me from behind and leave bites and trails of kisses on my back. Ezio would whisper dirty and romantic things in Italian while Altair would grip my hair saying, “Good girl.”’
From all of us at La Rosa in Fiore, we wish you a very happy birthday anonimo!
‘As a birthday present, I’d treat Edward to whatever he wants, whether that be a slow and relaxing session or rough and tough. I’d give whatever the pirate captain desires (Sorry it’s so late into the day – well it kind of is for where I am)’
Confession [@askerislaufeyson]
Well, my friend, it’s already past 7 in the evening of March 11 in my time zone, so… you can probably see now why I wrote this post. 😉 Thankfully, I am certain Captain Kenway doesn’t really care if his birthday greetings are a day late. He’d likely want the entire year to be his birthday if he keeps getting these naughty gifts ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
‘Edward and I are currently having a competition of who can get the other the horniest without touching the core parts of each other. I slowly dance around him: Smirking at the raging erection he has. And finally, after a lot of teasing we finally lay down, and I slip off my remaining clothing and sit on his beautiful face, crying out in pleasure as his warm tongue glides through my slick folds. Happy birthday, you Majestic Devil.’