The Assassin was still wondering how a leader - for whatever reason - could so casually disregard the lives of his subordinates, that he failed to notice that his husband was still speaking. It was only when the hand resting on his thigh began to crawl up his nightshirt, did Connor focus his attention on the smug Alpha laying between his legs.
"Biddle did tell me about you when we were planning your ship's ambush," Charles spoke softly and the Omega stiffened as fingers teased the inside of his thigh. "It was very similar to Benjamin's story. He said that years ago, Robert Faulkner crawled out from under his rock and walked into a tavern at Martha's Vineyard looking to hire a crew. A native slip of a boy had accompanied the has-been sailor, demanding both he and Church tell him where I was..."
Connor shifted uncomfortably underneath his husband as he tried not to think of how painfully naive and tactless he had been as a novice. Faulkner and the new crew members had been both amused and impressed by the Omega child's audacity; but Achilles had raged at for it (as well as leaving with Faulkner on a sailing trip for three weeks without a word), before sitting the boy down and tried teaching him how to be more discreet.
"Oh, Nicholas admitted he and Benjamin had laughed afterwards. Claiming you to be nothing but an angry pup, all bark and no bite," the General continued as his fingers teased the waistband of the smalls Connor was wearing beneath the shirt. "That was until he saw you again years later. He kept tabs on the infamous Ghost of the North Sea for Master Kenway, as your ship began attacking Templar Forts and meddling in our affairs at sea."
The Aquila Captain gasped and turned his head to the side as his smalls were tugged down and a greedy hand quickly wrapped around his flaccid cock. His cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation, as fingers stroked him in earnest. It was not long before he was fully erect, his body already conditioned to the Alpha's touch, and began thrusting into the curl of Charles' fist
"Biddle may not care for savages, but the way his face colored as he described the Captain of the Aquila to be tenacious, sharp, striking young man..." the General chuckled so lowly that the Assassin barely heard it over his panting breaths, "I think he was rather jealous that you would be my wife instead of his."
Connor grimaced despite the soft keening sound that escaped his lips. It wasn't much of a trade-up, but he the Omega might have preferred Biddle over his current Alpha. Unlike the other members of the Inner Circle, Biddle had only been the youngest member at the time and was inducted into their ranks near the end of the first purge. A scoundrel the Captain of the Randolph might be, but at least his hands weren't stained in the blood of Connor's people.
"...Told you that they saw me at pier," Charles was saying when the Omega finally strayed away from his thoughts. "Tallmadge arranged quite a manhunt for me. I knew right away, he had to be eliminated first."
The Mentor Assassin growled, angry tears pricked at his eyes. as he dug his fingernails into is palms. The pain helped him hold onto his mind that threatened to blow away from the building pleasure and heat gathering in his loins. He knew he was fighting a losing battle, a pointless struggle, because no matter how hard or long he resisted, his body would always betray him. Charles Lee had already conquered his body, and as much as he would try to deny it, in a matter of weeks he would see the proof with his own eyes.
"Your ring... my uniform..." he managed to utter between gasps and moans as the hand working him became more aggressive. "What... what was the point?"
The Templar smiled smugly at him, before leaning down so he could nip at the skin just above the hem of the nightshirt.
"The point my dear Omega, is that even though you simply pocketed my ring, you still wear and kept it safe. By doing so you, albeit unknowingly, pledged yourself to me."
Connor shook his head in refusal but the Alpha's smug smile only widened he released his wrist. Drawing his arm back between them, Charles tilted his hand so they could both see the crimson cross centered upon the silver band. The Templar gazed at it fondly while the Assassin cringed in disgust.
"It's our betrothal ring, Connor. You may deny it all you wish, but this small trinket made all of this possible by bringing us together."
He just couldn't take it anymore. Squeezing his eyes shut, he turned his head away from Lee and that accursed piece of metal. Teeth nipped at his ear as a warm breath blew across his cheek.
"As for having you bring your captain uniform... well, to be perfectly honest, I simply wanted to ravish you in it."
A hand gripped his hair painfully, forcing his head back. The hold around his flushed and weeping arousal suddenly tightened. Connor came, but his screams were eagerly devoured as Charles swooped in with a punishing kiss.
Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 35b/?
The Assassin was still wondering how a leader - for whatever reason - could so casually disregard the lives of his subordinates, that he failed to notice that his husband was still speaking. It was only when the hand resting on his thigh began to crawl up his nightshirt, did Connor focus his attention on the smug Alpha laying between his legs.
"Biddle did tell me about you when we were planning your ship's ambush," Charles spoke softly and the Omega stiffened as fingers teased the inside of his thigh. "It was very similar to Benjamin's story. He said that years ago, Robert Faulkner crawled out from under his rock and walked into a tavern at Martha's Vineyard looking to hire a crew. A native slip of a boy had accompanied the has-been sailor, demanding both he and Church tell him where I was..."
Connor shifted uncomfortably underneath his husband as he tried not to think of how painfully naive and tactless he had been as a novice. Faulkner and the new crew members had been both amused and impressed by the Omega child's audacity; but Achilles had raged at for it (as well as leaving with Faulkner on a sailing trip for three weeks without a word), before sitting the boy down and tried teaching him how to be more discreet.
"Oh, Nicholas admitted he and Benjamin had laughed afterwards. Claiming you to be nothing but an angry pup, all bark and no bite," the General continued as his fingers teased the waistband of the smalls Connor was wearing beneath the shirt. "That was until he saw you again years later. He kept tabs on the infamous Ghost of the North Sea for Master Kenway, as your ship began attacking Templar Forts and meddling in our affairs at sea."
The Aquila Captain gasped and turned his head to the side as his smalls were tugged down and a greedy hand quickly wrapped around his flaccid cock. His cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation, as fingers stroked him in earnest. It was not long before he was fully erect, his body already conditioned to the Alpha's touch, and began thrusting into the curl of Charles' fist
"Biddle may not care for savages, but the way his face colored as he described the Captain of the Aquila to be tenacious, sharp, striking young man..." the General chuckled so lowly that the Assassin barely heard it over his panting breaths, "I think he was rather jealous that you would be my wife instead of his."
Connor grimaced despite the soft keening sound that escaped his lips. It wasn't much of a trade-up, but he the Omega might have preferred Biddle over his current Alpha. Unlike the other members of the Inner Circle, Biddle had only been the youngest member at the time and was inducted into their ranks near the end of the first purge. A scoundrel the Captain of the Randolph might be, but at least his hands weren't stained in the blood of Connor's people.
"...Told you that they saw me at pier," Charles was saying when the Omega finally strayed away from his thoughts. "Tallmadge arranged quite a manhunt for me. I knew right away, he had to be eliminated first."
The Mentor Assassin growled, angry tears pricked at his eyes. as he dug his fingernails into is palms. The pain helped him hold onto his mind that threatened to blow away from the building pleasure and heat gathering in his loins. He knew he was fighting a losing battle, a pointless struggle, because no matter how hard or long he resisted, his body would always betray him. Charles Lee had already conquered his body, and as much as he would try to deny it, in a matter of weeks he would see the proof with his own eyes.
"Your ring... my uniform..." he managed to utter between gasps and moans as the hand working him became more aggressive. "What... what was the point?"
The Templar smiled smugly at him, before leaning down so he could nip at the skin just above the hem of the nightshirt.
"The point my dear Omega, is that even though you simply pocketed my ring, you still wear and kept it safe. By doing so you, albeit unknowingly, pledged yourself to me."
Connor shook his head in refusal but the Alpha's smug smile only widened he released his wrist. Drawing his arm back between them, Charles tilted his hand so they could both see the crimson cross centered upon the silver band. The Templar gazed at it fondly while the Assassin cringed in disgust.
"It's our betrothal ring, Connor. You may deny it all you wish, but this small trinket made all of this possible by bringing us together."
He just couldn't take it anymore. Squeezing his eyes shut, he turned his head away from Lee and that accursed piece of metal. Teeth nipped at his ear as a warm breath blew across his cheek.
"As for having you bring your captain uniform... well, to be perfectly honest, I simply wanted to ravish you in it."
A hand gripped his hair painfully, forcing his head back. The hold around his flushed and weeping arousal suddenly tightened. Connor came, but his screams were eagerly devoured as Charles swooped in with a punishing kiss.