‘I would dearly love to take a bath with Connor, watching him strip, pressing against him in the water, rubbing my soapy hands over his beautiful body (several times to get all the blood and dirt off) and then we can get dirty again :)’
‘I want to wait in a back room of some seedy place until Jacob is fresh out of a fight club bout, bloody but victorious. When he comes in, he closes the door, and doesn’t even clean off – he just sits down, undoes his trousers, and strokes himself until he’s hard enough to let me fuck myself on his dick until we’re both spent and sweaty. He can leave some bruises from holding onto my hips, I don’t mind. I wouldn’t mind either if he wanted to eat me out after, if he still had the energy.’
Imagine being assaulted by a group of brigands on remote road not far from New York, then saved by a warrior your recognise as the famous, or infamous, Connor Kenway. As your assailants lie hacked-up and dying, you approach the blood-stained Assassin to express your gratitude for saving your virtue and possibly your life. Up close, the Native man with the half-shaved head is even bigger than he seems, your head barely coming up to his chest, and stunningly good-looking beneath the warpaint and blood-splatter.
You have to stand on tiptoe and tug his head down to press your lips to his cheekbone, which makes him blush, and look awkward. As you do, his erection presses into your body and you have to hide a grin of exhilaration at the size of it, grinding against it as much as subtlety will allow. It appears that the fight aroused him as much as it did you. His body is huge and hot and solid under his robes, comfortingly so.
“Do you always thank people like that?”
“For saving me like that? I must say this is a first. But for you, I’d gladly do more, Master Kenway.”
“More… you mean…?”
You press against him again as you describe the delicious things you would gladly do for him. He listens with rapt attention, barely an intake of breath and a widening of the eyes to betray his shock and arousal.
“Not here. Someone may find the bodies.”
You end up in even more secluded part of the woods, kissing his mouth hungrily while he undoes his pants and gives his cock a few pulls to demonstrate the hard, fast rhythm he likes. In his large hand, his cock looks merely big, in your much smaller one, it is too large to grip properly.
You ask him to fuck you instead, hitching up your skirt as he lifts you and holds you up against the tree with ease, teeth gritted against coming too early as he sinks into your wet heat slowly, his considerable size stretching you in a way that’s both a challenge and its own delicious reward.
“Please fuck me,” you beg, pulling him into you, and he fucks you properly, hammering into you the way you both craved ever since the fight earlier.
‘I got sent on a mission with Shay Cormac, the man I’ve dreamt of since I joined the Order. The task took us longer than we planned and Shay didn’t bring a mirror with him so one evening he asked me to shave him with his dagger. Distracted by how close he is and how stunning he looks, I left a small cut on his cheek. He said it’s nothing, but I licked my finger and wiped the blood off. “Thank you,” he said, suddenly dropping to his knees and untying my pants. “May I return the favour?”’
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‘It’s his birthday and I’ve prepared a modest feast at the Homestead. But Connor has not returned. When finally he does, he appears in the doorway soaked in snow and half in blood. At first I worry and rush to him but he assures me he’s alright, taking my warm hand in his big chilled ones. I help him peel off his layers, my favourite part of the day; watching the clothes fall off his bronze skin, smooth but feathered with scars. I always run my hands over them and caress his chest and shoulders. I sometimes tease him with a thumb over his nipples, and he shivers but not from the cold. At some point when it reaches his hip, he rises and then starts to kiss me, and it’s my turn to be touched and stripped. We lose ourselves by the big fire, my nipples hard and on his rocky abs. His erection begins to poke through the thin clothes left on him and I grab hold of it with my thighs. At which point he can’t stand my teasing. And today, he can’t even make it to the bedroom upstairs but begins to take me on the desk. Books scattered and stationery on the floor along with our clothes. The head of his cock expands my entrance and hits the point of ecstasy. I’m screaming his name: “Connor! Connor! Ahhh!” All through the night in various surfaces. And I’m never cold in his embrace. His strong thick arms and back always protecting me. I love him, and he whispers it to me, and at the end of this night, I remember to whisper, ‘Happy Birthday, Ratonhnhaké:ton…’’
Confession [@clehjett]
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‘How hot would it be to be in the fight ring with Jacob? We’d both be naked. Instead of throwing punches accompanying with blood splatters. He’d be thrusting into me, and we’d both be covered in sweat and each other’s fluids.’
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‘I am to be Ezio’s wife, and all I do is worry about him while he is out dealing with the Borgia soldiers. He comes home to me one night covered in blood which he insists is not all his but I know he’s lying. I bathe him and see to his wounds and scratches before he assures me that he won’t leave me alone in the world and he’s doing what he’s doing so we can live peacefully. He then takes me to bed and shows me the truth to his words, three times over. ❤’
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‘I’ve a massive blood kink and love for the Fryes. I imagine that we all have a threesome whilst they’re still bloodied and injured from a whole night of fight club. We have passionate yet hardcore sex… ropes and gags, blood smeared on my body as well as cum, spit and whatever else comes into play… bruises, scratches, hickeys… oh my!’
‘I don’t know why but whenever I see Connor with blood on his face I get so turned on.’
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‘I’ve a massive blood kink and love for the Fryes… I imagine that we all have a threesome, while they’re still bloodied and injured. We spend the night having passionate yet hardcore sex… gags, rope… blood smeared on my body as well as spit, cum and whatever else comes in play too. Bruises, scratches, hickeys… Oh, my!’
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