‘I’d love to have Arno gripping me firmly by the waist, both hands holding me just above my hips as he thrusts urgently into me, the ringing, slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh loud in the air, mingling with the heightening crescendo of our moans as we approach our climax. And finally, as he pumps his seed into me, he gathers me in his arms and peppers my neck with tiny kisses, all the while murmuring my name.’
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‘I’d love to see Elise de la Serre gloriously stretched out before me in bed, naked against silken sheets, her beautiful, perfect body looking like a Greek goddess sculpted from ivory and marble. I’d tease her with feathers and silks, and listen to her sweet, high-pitched moans of pleasure, make her gasp with the lightest of touches and kisses. And, with her face flushed and her eyes bright with desire, I’d take her then and there, savouring the sweetness of her body and lips against mine.’
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‘I would love to find myself caught between Arno Dorian, and Nyx Ulric from Final Fantasy XV: Kingsglaive. They are easily the two most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen come out of video games, and what I’d give to have them ravish me, their beautiful faces lit up with ecstasy as they take turns with me. I’d finish them off both a once, with Arno pounding into me as I take Nyx’s organ deep down my throat.’
‘Arno and I are playing strip poker, and we’re both down to just our underclothes. I try not to get distracted by the sight of his sculpted bare chest, and his parkour-toned muscles. I see him sneaking glances at me in my sheer white shift, keeping a poker face, but arousal glinting in his dark eyes. But Arno wins the round. He draws closer, pulls off my shift, and wraps his arm around my waist. “You cheated,” I say with a smile. “You did too,” he murmurs, before pulling me in for a kiss.’
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‘I’m actually in France right now and all I can think of is Arno. Imagine being the innocent foreigner, and the mysterious brooding French man comes and sweeps you off your feet. His lustful, dark eyes, broad chest, and strong legs. I don’t think I want to leave.’
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I’d love to come home after a long day’s work find Ezio and Arno waiting for me to keep them company~ 😉 I’d love to have these two beautiful men pamper me, and massage the day’s aches and troubles away from my shoulders, and when I’m comfortable and relaxed, I’d sandwich myself between them, and let them have their way with me~
“Good morning,” Arno murmurs, pulling me closer, the heat of our bodies and a single bedcover the only things keeping us warm in the cool morning air. “What would you like for breakfast?” he asks. I run my fingers across his bare chest, admiring the firmness of his muscles, before letting my hands slide down lower. “How about a second course of last night’s feast?” I answer playfully. He responds to my touch; I feel his arousal in my hands. “I think I have a craving for… baguettes.”( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
‘He grips my waist tightly as he thrusts furiously into me, the ferocity of his movements sending me ever closer to the peak of my pleasure. I arch my back and let out a soft cry as I let the orgasm wash over me; and seconds later, I feel him reach his own climax, spilling his seed into me. He turns me to face him. Breathless, he pulls me in for a kiss. I look into his beautiful dark eyes, and trace the scar over his cheek. “J’taime, Arno,” I murmur, and he smiles before he kisses me once more.’
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It has been months since I’ve last seen Arno, and when we are finally reunited, my throbbing sex is already wet and waiting for him. Arno unlaces his breeches and brings out his thick, eager cock and enters me; and I let out a soft gratified sigh that soon turns to moaning as Arno’s thrusts gain in pace and intensity. It has been too long, I think, and all the pent-up sexual frustration results in a rough, explosive lovemaking session that starts on the bed and ends up on the floor.
‘Arno and I read erotic literature to each other as we lie together in bed. The vivid scenes and intense descriptions on the pages start to turn us on, and as Arno launches into a rather explicit passage, I slowly stroke the bulge between his legs and watch him fluster. He struggles to finish reading out the scene as I start to unbutton his breeches, and when he’s finally done, he throws me on my back, and gives me a firsthand demonstration of the scene he just read out.’
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