“Arno and I are both getting frustrated that I am finding sword training more challenging than usual. Finally losing his patience with one of my sarcastic responses, he gives me punishment by being impaled on his “sword”. I definitely learnt my lesson that day.“ – Axeman
‘After a particularly dangerous mission, excited and dizzy with adrenaline still coursing through our veins, I seize Arno by the lapels of his coat and kiss him, demanding and passionate. We do not wait until we are back at Cafe Theatre, we do not wait until we have reported to the Council – he pushes me against a wall, returning the intensity of my kiss, hidden blade tearing through the layers of my clothes. As of now, we are so grateful to be alive.’
“Arno and I love it when he rides me hard. I’m face down, ass up. On his feet, Arno is curled over me as he pounds my cunt. Driving his cock as deep as he can, he loves hearing my moans turn to shrieks as he penetrates me until his balls are pressed to my ass. A perfect way to take his cum when he gifts me with it.” – Axeman
‘Arno would be such a needy bottom with Jacob, though it’d still take him a little push to actually get him to stoop down to begging. It’s a challenge Jacob is ready to take on anytime.’
Arno enters you, slowly and languidly at first, taking his time to work his thick, hard length into you. But as your moans of delight encourage him, his pace increases furiously; and he’s pounding into you and you cling to the sheets, feeling nothing but the heat and the pleasure spread from between your legs as he fills you; losing all sensation as your pleasure peaks and the white hot waves of your orgasm flood over you. Arno spills his seed all over your belly and thighs, and as he leans down to claim a long, hard kiss, he murmurs: “You did well, cherie.”
“I want Arno on his knees. Love and lust in his eyes. Licking his lips as his eyes trail down my naked body before coming to a stop on my pussy. Slowly working his way up my legs, his hands pull me in by my backside so he can bury his mouth in my slit and enjoy himself.” – Axeman
Seeing Arno in his Athos duel shirt drives me insane – that open front with its generous view of his muscular chest is just tantalizing me with imagining what the rest of him looks like unclothed. I’d love to run my hands across his chest as I straddle him, leaving kiss marks across his bare skin, feeling every contour of his muscles as I slip my hands into the folds of his shirt. And when I’ve had enough of all this teasing, I’d have Arno treat me to just more than just a view of his chest, sliding the shirt off his shoulders, and unbuttoning his breeches …
‘Arno is a master of foreplay. He knows exactly how to tease and stimulate you; how to get you slick and wet and trembling from your need for him, before you even get close to his cock. He’ll make sure you’re ready for him — teasing your opening with his fingers, playing with your nipples til they’re raw and sensitive, letting you taste the sweetness of his lips and his tongue — before you finally lower yourself onto his rigid organ.’
“Arno has the best baguette around. He likes to make sure it is nice and warm by using my oven frequently.” – Axeman
“Arno’s favourite is cream pies. He loves seeing his cum drip from my used hole. It satisfies his possessiveness that he has marked my most intimate of places.” – Axeman