‘Honestly, how does Arno Dorian make his way incognito around Paris without drawing attention to himself with his smouldering good looks? With those heady dark eyes, those sensual, pouty lips, and that panty-wetting purr of a voice, I find it hard to believe he can remain hidden in plain sight for long. If I were one of Marquis de Sade’s courtesans, I’d make it my mission to bed my employer’s gorgeous associate. And of course, I wouldn’t charge a single sous.’
‘Arno presses himself tightly against my back, his hands roving over my naked body. His right hand clutches at my breasts, lightly squeezing, teasing my nipples between his fingers. His left hand wanders lower to between my legs, parting my thighs to slip his fingers into the wet crevices of my pussy. I sigh with pleasure, my knees getting weak as his fingers move in circles over my clit, and I lean back into him, moaning desperately out for more.’
‘Arno kisses me passionately, pinning me to the wall as I moan excitedly
against his lips. Without ceasing his kiss, he relieves me of my
clothes, then guides my hands to strip his shirts off. I settle my hand
on the bulge in his breeches, stroking the outline of his shaft pressing
against the fabric, watching his eyes grow dark with desire. Smirking, I
get on my knees. And I all but rip his breeches open to welcome his
thick, rigid organ into my mouth, listening in pleasure to his moans.’
[X]
‘I’d give anything to have a passionate night with both Thomas de Carneillon and Arno Dorian … I’d love to have these two attractive French Assassins share me between, taking turns to slowly strip off my clothes, cutting through corset threads with their hidden blades. Naked and pressed between the both of them, I let them have their way with me, trembling at the touch of their clever hands and kisses in my most intimate places.’
I would totally have a gay orgy with Altair, Ezio, Arno, and Jacob.
I stand before him, wearing only his duel atho’s shirt and lace panties, as requested. Arno admires me from his chair with lustful eyes. His shirt leaves my breast exposed to him with it being large on me. Arno gestures to me with his finger, “Come to daddy,” he demanded. I step towards him and seated myself on his lap. He eagerly caresses my lips against his as he slips his fingers into my panties. “I won’t know what you want unless you tell me, chéri,” Arno states. I knew what he wanted me to do; he wanted me to beg. “Please, Arno. I need you…I need you to fuck me,” I begged. “See? That wasn’t so hard. Was it?” he whispered. He lifted me off his lap and settled me down on his unmade bed. I lifted myself back up to unbuckle his breeches. He began to slide off my panties as I took off his shirt and urged me back down on the bed. “Spread,” he demanded.
Listening to him, he began to position himself at my entrance. I gasped of the feeling of his length penetrating me. He kept a steady momentum as I wrapped my hands around his neck. We were getting closer to finishing. He was panting and moaning now. I could start to feel myself pulse around him as I cried out. The assassin lost his pace as he rode out his orgasm. He paused and caught his breath before laying beside me, cradling me in his arms. “I know we were more rough than usual but, I love you,” I whispered to him. “I love you, too,” he replied.
Confession [@thedorians]
I love how elaborately Arno’s Phantom range of outfit pieces are decorated. I can imagine being with him at a masked ball, seeing him as a mysterious, handsome masked stranger, who leads me down a secluded corridor to seduce me. Still wearing his hood and mask, I want him to ravish me, making full use of those plume feathers to tease my naked skin and most intimate of places.
Art by voodoo-mama
‘I played AC: Unity for the first time 2 weeks ago and now I can understand all the fuss about Arno! Our French Assassin IS really sexy and now all I can think of this evening is about a night with him in his chamber at the Café Theatre. Having sex in the bathtub, against the wall, in the bed and getting eaten out in various positions and other things because I’m pretty sure that he can be really, really kinky… *faints dramatically and gets caught by a grinning Arno*’
‘After parkouring through Paris all day, Arno asks me to massage the aches and strain from his muscles. He strips down to his waist, and as I work on easing his muscles, I can’t help but admire his toned physique and broad shoulders. I do my best with the massage, but my hands start to wander, and Arno catches my wrist, smirking. “Thinking of soothing me in another way, cherie?” he asks invitingly. I settle into his lap and unbutton my blouse. “I can think of more ‘therapeutic’ ways,” I reply.’
‘I wouldn’t mind being the middle of Arno and Connor. Connor’s large body pushing me closer to Arno’s chest; series of grunts and moans escaping their lips. It would not take long for me to become hot and want me to straddle one of them. Pulling down the silk sheets from around Arno’s waist, I flip him onto his back and straddle him. Arno starts to slip off my lace panties and I sink down onto his hard length. It doesn’t take us long to feel shock waves. “It’s Connor’s turn now,” I purred.’
Confession [@thedorians]