‘Mmmh, watching how white sticking sperm is dripping from my pussy on Connor’s bronze sweaty torso is priceless 😏’
Confession [@madamretto]
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‘In my fantasy, Connor and Ratonhnhaké:ton are twin brothers, and have a ravenous desire for me. I imagine me having a taste of both of them, and both whispering in my ear how they would have me. Preferably tied up and naked of course.’
Confession [@thatbellagaze]
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I hope you like this little photo I took years back ♥
~ Signora Paola
For my birthday (May 14) I want Connor shirtless under my blanket and have incenses and candles lit and make rough/passionate love to me
We at La Rosa in Fiore would like to greet you a very happy birthday!
‘So my birthday is on 10th May, I just want to spend a day with Connor and making love with him all day.’
Confession [@kittitt]
I apologise that this confession was published late. I’ve been very busy and it is only now (Saturday) that I can work on the confessions we’ve received this week. 😔
That said, belated happy birthday from all of us at La Rosa in Fiore! We hope you had a very fun one
~ Signora Paola
‘I like to imagine Connor’s got a huge pregnancy kink. I doubt he even realizes it until your stomach starts to grow, your breasts get larger and more sensitive, and he can’t seem to keep his hands off you. He loves that you have to get creative with your positions, that you’re always hungry for him and that you’re a little more sassy with the added hormones.’
‘I love to imagine Connor’s relentless determination to kill Charles Lee channeled into making me come, instead. He’d be a fucking hurricane in bed, I know it.’
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After seeing the prompt of Connor wearing a dress I can’t get this idea out my head.
He’d use it as a disguise to sneak into some estate during the reception to steal some important documents for the Brotherhood.
Although there was one problem – his father, who was also there. When he saw Haytham, Assassin quickly decided to leave this place before he could be noticed.
“Excuse me but I have to go,” Grand Master heard a high-pitched but still very familiar voice. He turned around and the expression on his face changed from shocked to naughty when Templar recognized his son, dressed as a woman for some reason.
“Very interesting,” he thought to himself. “What are you playing at, boy?”
“Let go of me!” Mohawk shouted at a random man who grabbed him by the elbow before Assassin had time to protest.
“This lady is with me, Sir. I advice you find yourself another little bird,” Haytham suddenly showed out of nowhere, making Connor cringe as father’s hand hugged his waist. Although he sounded calm, young Kenway knew when Templar was threatening someone.
“That was close,” Haytham drawled, looking at his son with curious smile as they entered the nearest empty room.
“Why did you bring me here, Sir? And get your hands off me!” Connor yelled, still attempting to hide his face and flushed cheeks.
“It’s not what you said last night, boy,” Templar scoffed, coming form behind to place his hands on his son’s bottom, “while I was fucking you into the mattress,” he added seductively, his warm tongue tickled Connor’s ear.
Assassin’s breath hitched in his throat as father slapped his ass, making a surprised moan escape his lips.
“You know I really don’t care what are you doing here in this outfit but I must say it suits you more than I could ever imagine,” Templar whispered, curling his fingers in son’s hair. “You look… sexy.”
Young man gulped when his now bare ass (skirt was lifted up) was pressed against Haytham’s crotch and he rolled his hips a bit, testing the waters. He liked the sound his father made when he did it.
“You little brat!” Grand Master yelped, exposing his cock so he could slide between Assassin’s buttocks and they became slick from his pre-come. His right hand found its way under Connor’s dress and squeezed his semi-hard member.
Young man shuddered, liking the idea of his father coming down straight to business. But he was wrong, assuming Haytham would stop being a teasing prick.
“Take me,” Mohawk begged quietly, bending over the table.
“Take you where? I don’t follow. Do you want me to take you to my headquarters?” it was clear that Templar was mocking him.
“Fuck me already!” Connor screamed in frustration and anger.
“As you wish,” Grand Master spread his buttocks and was thankful for Connor being stretched from last night as he shoved his dick up boy’s ass. “I’m curious of what your fellow assassins or native friends would think if they saw you right now, bent over the table in a dress, fucked by an older man – your greatest enemy by the way… and most importantly – your own father?”
“Don’t say this,” but despite his words Assassin’s body winced at the thought.
“It’s so wrong…”
“But it feels so good, right?”
“Oh, yeeesss, fuck! I’m gonna come!”
“Do it!” Haytham hissed, feeling his son’s sperm splashing over his fingers before he allowed himself come on the bronze skin of his bottom. “Can you keep this dress? I definitely want to see you wearing it again.”
Confession [@madamretto]
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‘Since my birthday is coming up (May 14th) I would like Connor in his TOKW outfit and handcuffed to my bed.’
Confession [@alsoomsekenway]
Frotting is one of the most arousing things for me, especially between two men. I’d give everything to see Connor and Haytham do this.
They have to hide from English soldiers between two houses and that leaves them a little room to move as they are pressed against each other now. Whenever his father tries to shift a bit, listening to the noises and voices nearby, scanning the area with his Eagle vision, Connor blushes immediately, too afraid Haytham would notice the bulge in his pants.
Assassin hopes it’d pass, ignoring the urge to push his hips forward.
“Don’t you think you’re too excited about the possibility of us getting caught?” Templar murmurs mockingly, discovering how hard his son has become.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Connor stutters, swallowing nervously.
“Is that so?” Haytham quirks his eyebrows and bends towards Assassin, making theirs cocks touch.
“Oh!” Connor breathes out in shock, bucking his hips involuntary to meet his father’s.
“Is it the chase and danger that turns you on or me?” Templar coos quietly, not wanting someone to hear them.
“Both.” Young Kenway has never thought he can be so blunt about his desires but his aching cock is begging for release and he can’t deny it anymore.
“I appreciate your honesty, son,” Haytham grins, biting Assassin’s neck and humping his right leg. “You know that we have to be quiet, do you? Can you do that?”
“I’ll try,” Mohawk answers, uncertain of whether he’ll be able to suppress the moans. He usually is very loud while his father is taking good care of him, fucking the boy senseless. And they haven’t done it in a long time so it will be even more difficult for him to keep silent.
“Always so eager, boy,” Haytham sends him a cocky smirk as he grabs his son by the thighs, lifting him a little. Connor isn’t very light in weight but thanks to the wall, Templar manages to wrap boy’s legs around his waist before thrusting his dick against Assassin’s.
Ratonhnhaké:ton has to bite his lip so he won’t make a sound but it’s very hard to hold on when it is his father who does it with that smug smile spread across his face. The fabric is rubbing over his throbbing cock, not letting him think straight.
“Ah, I’m so close, father,” Connor gasps, gripping the older man’s shoulders, seeing that Haytham is close too.
“If you think you can take your pants off and then come, let me tell you – you’re wrong,” Templar growls, warning his son with his sharp teeth sinking into the flesh of his neck.
“You’re always so cruel, father,” Assassin pouts but his hips jerk, showing how much he likes what older man is doing to him.
“Come for me, boy,” Haytham asks huskily, moving faster.
“Mmmh,” Connor’s moan is muffled by Templar’s palm, covering his mouth.
“You can just bite me if you can contain yourself, damn it!”
And Ratonhnhaké:ton is happy to oblige, clenching his teeth, biting older man by the thumb.
“Shit!” he roars and that is the last stroke for Assassin.
He huffs as his semen splatters inside his tight pants, not resisting when Haytham makes him fall on his knees, retrieving his own dick. His hand slides along his shaft several times and Templar cums on his son’s lips and cheeks, groaning in satisfaction.
“Well, that was fun but we still have a mission to complete,” he grins amused at the sight of Connor licking his seed with his tongue. “Come on, follow me.”
“Whatever you say, father.”
Confession [@madamretto]
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‘I want to fuck Connor at the foot of his bed in front of a mirror. I want to watch our every move as he sinks into me. I want to feel his hot breath against my neck as he hungrily whispers into my ear every dirty thought he’s ever had. I want to be in complete ecstasy from every moan and groan coming from the both of us as we reach climax together, like perfect harmony.’
Confession [@fortunefavoredthebrave]
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