King Jacob’s court is open now. On your hands and knees, subjects!
Amazing work, @th3morrigan! I highly approve of this. *clears throat* Everyone, please form an orderly line to give tribute to his majesty.
~ Signora Paola
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‘Since the 5th of Feb. is my birthday and I never celebrate it anyway. I think Crawford, Haytham, Shay, Jacob, Pitcairn, Hickey, Johnson and Charles would do a wonderful job at surprising me on my birthday. Beginning with breakfast in bed, a nice massage? just a long day to spend with these sexy bastards. With as highlight of my day? The real present!! Hot, steamy, kinky (and loving) sex with each and every one of these men. It would be a birthday never to forget and I’d happily give up my ability to walk for the next few days (if not longer).’
Buon compleanno! May your special day be filled with gifts and love and these sexy men ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I would relieve Lucy Thorne of that Templar uniform of hers, anytime or any place…..*
*Including up against that lamp post.
I have found a magic lamp in the temple of Solomon. I rub over it and a ghost named Altaïr comes out, he grants me 3 wishes. My first wish is that I shall have female bodyparts. My second wish is that Altaïr, takes a human form and fucks me, on the roughest, most kinky way possible. When we are both exhausted I make my third wish that he will become my husband.
It would be so nice to watch the sunset with Altaïr on top of the largest building in the City, once the sun is set it would be such an extreme thrill to hold on to him while he makes a leap of faith. If we survive something like that we would have the best sex afterwards :3.
It’s a funny thing; the way clothes can change a person. Connor was a man out of time, bigger than life, and he was quickly becoming more than just a fantasy. Now, she was starting to see him in her day to day. He was there, filling doorways, towering over crowds, sharp eyes focused on her unerringly…
Damn did he look good too; dark shirt stretched taut over his arms and chest, long hair in it’s natural state, braided and falling to one side when he was at rest.
But damn it all; it wasn’t in her waking moments that he caused her the most distraction- no. It was when she slept. When her nose caught the faint, ghostly scent of petrichor in the damp air of the woods that her mind concocted, when she ran breathlessly, in flight like prey… when a large body leaped and swung in pursuit and her small feet danced over every obstacle with ease… when Parkour became a strange, heady kind of foreplay before the capture.
The dreams were deep, and so vivid they were almost real. The roll of thunder above vibrating like the growl in his chest, the flash of lightning illuminating like the blue glow of his eyes in this feral state… the heat of his body pressing against hers as she wrapped around him. Accepting him.
Prey given to predator freely. Her heart pounding and blood boiling beneath the surface.
Fantasy. Dream. Desire… He was all of those things.
But she was one thing.
She was His.
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I would love to spend Christmas with Lucy Thorne in a secluded log cabin. We spend hours cuddled up together in front of a blazing fire. I wouldn’t even care if we get snowed in. It would just give me the perfect excuse to lie her down on the rug and make love to her by the light of the fire. Her eyes are shining as she looks at me and says, “It’s time for me to give you your present, darling.” I simply smile at her lying naked in my arms and say, “You are my present, I love you Lucy.”
‘All I want for Christmas is to know what Connor’s cum tastes like… Is that too much to ask for?’
The night was spent at the fight club but today is a quiet morning. The sun is just peeking through the clouds and I’m drinking some tea. Jacob is still in bed, lazy and sleepy. I awake him and I give him a cup of tea but in his eyes I read something else…it is not the tea that he wants! Slowly he starts approaching to me and he pulls down my pants to see my skin. His touch is wonderful and he looks up to me through his lashes with a smirk. His hand travels lower and from there on it´s pure bliss. He loves hearing my moans of pleasure. He loves to feel my hips shiver during my climax. And I love hearing his loud and deep breath when he cums into me. Afterwards, when our heartbeats are back normal, I lay on his sweaty chest…and the tea is forgotten. (Credits on the pic)
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‘Here I am naked in the arms of Jacob Frye, when I should be against him with my father who is Crawford Starrick, the Grand Master of the Templar Order. Yet I lay in bed with the one man he wants dead, the one man I love with all my heart and could never leave, the one man who can make me scream his name too loud I feel that my father will hear from the train. But will I ever tell him to stop? Never. And will I ever go back to my father? Never. I will join the Assassin’s order and help wipe out all Templars for good. I will be also marrying Jacob in secret..’