‘When I’m alone and I do the “act” I can’t help but call out Kenway and think of Edward.’
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‘Edward Kenway can bring me on to the Jackdaw after a long day and gently do plenty of foreplay, never going full out. Not unless I want to be very sore.’
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‘My birthday is on Easter this year and I would love nothing more than to have Edward or Shay naked with bunny ears on. Maybe they go at it a bit while I watch?’
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Buon compleanno from all of us at La Rosa in Fiore. Such a good day to go, ehem, egg hunting too. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Before finding out James Kidd was actually Mary, I’d always fantasize about James and Edward. Captain Kenway sending one of his men to fetch young Master Kidd and send him to the captain’s cabin. What happened in the captain’s cabin, well, let’s just say everyone on board knew to keep out of there whenever Master Kidd was inside, and knew better than to speak of the grunts and moans they all heard…..
While watching the scene in Black Flag with Edward, Rogers, and du Casse at the shooting range, all I could think was that I’d let any of those good looking men take me. Maybe all three. Maybe all at once. Who knows? Anything can happen…
I imagine Edward Kenway being in modern times and I am his roommate. He picks up a book I have been reading and sees that it is Fifty Shades of Grey and looks at me with a sinful look and asks if we can perform such actions. Me being a girl and his roommate, I begin to blush and comply with his wishes.
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‘If the universe of Assassin’s Creed were real, I’d hop into the Animus just so I can relive the memories of all the courtesans who have had the pleasure of sleeping with Ezio, Edward and Arno … nothing will convince me that these boys didn’t have multiple sexual partners (at least after Elise’s death in Arno’s case … with a friend like de Sade, I won’t be surprised if Arno wasn’t a customer of de Sade’s “establishments” at some point!)’
I didn’t know it was Edward’s birthday until a few days after when he mentions it in passing. I scoff in mild irritation and say, “Well, better a late present than none at all,” and take his hand, pulling him to his cabin. I push him down on the bed “Stay,” I instruct, preparing to slowly strip for him. “You know I don’t listen well, love,” he says, sitting up. He makes a halfhearted attempt to struggle as I yank off his shirt, shove him back down, and tie his hands above his head with his belt. I remove my clothes, slowly, sensually, before I crawl onto the bed and kneel over him, hovering just above his erection. He keeps still, but I can see in his eyes how badly he wants me.
The feeling is mutual, but I have more plans before I’ll allow him to have me. I lean forward, still not touching him where we both want to be touched, and trace a finger lightly over one of his chest tattoos. “What does this mean?” I purr. As he begins the story, his voice strained and nearly a growl, I lean farther over him and kiss it, then lick. He barely gets one minute into the tale I wasn’t even listening to before yanking his hands free of the belt. He rips off his pants and I don’t put up a fight as he fucks me mercilessly. After a long night involving many orgasms for both of us he tells me that was the best birthday he’s ever had. Smiling with satisfaction, I climb on top of him for at least one more round.