’You just KNOW Jacob was having sex with every other character. Pearl? That carriage got desecrated. Roth? I guarantee they fucked at least once backstage at the Alhambra. The way he looks at Pearl’s body after the assassination cutscene is so sexually charged I was caught off-guard. A shame he keeps having to kill his fuckbuddies… I guess that’s where I come in!’
’This is one of my weirdest thoughts, so here goes nothing. Apparently, I have this kink of having sex inside a public place. A fitting room, to be exact. I truly crave for Julius Belmont and 40 y/o Jacob Frye. Yes, they’re old, but why does it matter? What really matters is when they both go with me to the dressing room and they begin to strip my clothes slowly, carefully. Until they both end up doing something more… Sheesh, I bet they’d both call me their good girl and cover my mouth with their hands just for me to stay quiet while they keep pleasing me down there.’
’Strip poker with Jacob. We can stop once he has nothing left on but his hat…but that’s only because I want the pleasure of feverishly knocking it off his head to run my fingers through his hair during the impatient lovemaking that will inevitably happen afterwards.’
I am so stressed. What I would like is Jacob and Arno to sandwich me, tease and fuck me until my legs tremble. I know sex with them would be funny and hot, our laughs only interrupted by moans and wet kisses.
Then when I get to orgasm they would start to kiss each other, teasing me until I start touching myself again, driving them mad until they ravish me again.
And at the end of the night we would fall asleep in a cuddle pile 💕
‘Another lonely night, and I’m thinking about being a sweet little wallflower during one of Jacob Frye’s assassinations. He kidnaps me so that he can get access to the area without a fight and I’m too scared (and horny) to properly resist. After the target is dead, he practically drags me out of the building to reward me for my cooperation by eating me out until I’m begging him to fuck me already. If he held his hidden blade against my throat I think I’d cum on the spot.‘
‘I’ve had a fantasy about Evie for a while now. I walk in on her assassinating my Templar stepfather, and with her form concealed by the shadows, I assume she’s a man, and in my haste to beg for my life I offer for her to fuck me. When she speaks up I realize 1: she’s a woman and 2: that I’m still on board to get railed, period typical homophobia be damned. I feel like this is a bodice-ripper fan fiction waiting to happen.‘
‘Lydia Frye and Lady Eivor scissoring in a rooftop of London. That’s all I can say 😬’
‘Evie‘s hips are SOOOO hot!!!!! I can just imagine them being used as handles while fucking her from behind, or to keep her firmly planted on my face.‘
‘I don’t know if this is cheating, since there was no more love in the relationship anymore, but I once fantasized about Jacob Frye and me having some rough sex that turned to some sweet love making. My own hand helped me to make me come and feel the best orgasm I ever had at that point. All while I was lying next to my ex in bed, with him asleep. Four days later, we broke up. But ever since, I occasionally have heated dreams about Mr. Frye and me pleasuring each other in semi public or even fully public places. He fingers me under the table while we have a beer in a pub filled with Rooks for example. The danger of getting caught makes it so exciting.‘
‘All I want to do at this moment is to cover Lydia Frye‘s cunt with whipped cream and raspberries just to eat her out as a dessert after the main dish, a.k.a Adéwalé and Ah Tabai‘s cocks.‘