"My mentor thought that I should..." he managed to say even though thinking of Achilles while he was helplessly pinned underneath his (more than likely) murderer, made him sick. "He said that I come from a long line of Assassins, and despite my father, I should be proud of that."
"Hmm... the old man was a sentimental fool, always..."
"Do not speak ill of the dead."
Weary blue eyes narrowed at the abrupt command and the body above him stilled. Connor managed to suppress a whimper as the large hand wrapped around his cock, tightened a little in warning. Swallowing hard, the Master Assassin stared evenly up at his enemy's disapproving face.
"We Assassins have been taught to respect the dead and the dying, despite the crimes our enemies had committed while they lived, they deserve to rest in peace."
"I am a Templar, boy. I do not share your sentiments. However..." The corner of Charles' mouth twitched, he clearly did not like being preached to, but he also appeared too tired to argue anymore at this point. "I will not speak of your Achilles again."
Mollified by that, Connor looked away as Lee began to move once more. The Omega winced and held back whimpers of pain and pleasure, as Charles leaned down to gently suckle upon one of his nipples, a sharp contrast to the harsh rhythm of the Alpha's hips. He clawed at the mattress, panting heavily behind clenched teeth as the hand around his erection pumped in time with those deep thrusts that drove him into the bed.
The pace became more erratic as the Templar was in a hurry to finish before his stamina depleted. Connor was also eager to be done with his wifely duties for the night. So he didn't resist as Charles' mouth closed over his own, or when the Alpha reached around to grab his arse.
Hands kneaded his quivering flesh. The throbbing cock embedded so deeply inside him, began to rub against that sensitive cluster of nerves again, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his groin. He gave in, lifting up his legs so that his thighs bracketed Charles' waist, bucking against those powerful thrusts until his climax was finally ripped from him.
His husband followed immediately after, crying out against Connor's ear before collapsing heavily upon him. The half-native grunted at the large heavy frame crushing him into the mattress, and hoped its owner did not plan on falling asleep then and there. Soon the panting breaths against the side of his face slowed and evened. Much to his relief, Charles finally withdrew from his body and quickly rolled off of him.
While remaining perfectly still, Connor glanced over at his mate who was fast asleep, if that loud snore was anything to go by. Refusing to make a sound or even move a muscle, he watched the Alpha cautiously while counting the minutes in his head. Once a substantial amount of time had past, and he was certain the other male wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, the Assassin slowly climbed out of bed. Ignoring the familiar ache from his backside and the sickening sensation of Charles' liquids dripping down his thighs, he leaned down and snatched up the robe he had kept close to the bed and hurriedly put it on.
Bare feet silently padded over to the pile of the General's clothes that lay scattered on the floor. While keeping his eyes fixated on the slumbering form on the bed, his hands quickly searched through each and every pocket. At first, the Assassin was frustrated by the number of things Lee kept on his person. But once his hand enclosed over a set of keys, did he sigh quietly in relief.
With his eyes still trained on the slack and softened face of his slumbering husband, he quickly and quietly backed away to exit the bedroom. He took and held a deep breath as he slowly unlocked and managed to open the door without making a sound. The hallway was pitch black, but not a problem for the Assassin as his hunter's eyes immediately adjusted to the darkness.
He took one last look at the sleeping Templar, before finally stepping out of his designated prison cell, and closed the door softly behind him.
Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 37b/?
"My mentor thought that I should..." he managed to say even though thinking of Achilles while he was helplessly pinned underneath his (more than likely) murderer, made him sick. "He said that I come from a long line of Assassins, and despite my father, I should be proud of that."
"Hmm... the old man was a sentimental fool, always..."
"Do not speak ill of the dead."
Weary blue eyes narrowed at the abrupt command and the body above him stilled. Connor managed to suppress a whimper as the large hand wrapped around his cock, tightened a little in warning. Swallowing hard, the Master Assassin stared evenly up at his enemy's disapproving face.
"We Assassins have been taught to respect the dead and the dying, despite the crimes our enemies had committed while they lived, they deserve to rest in peace."
"I am a Templar, boy. I do not share your sentiments. However..." The corner of Charles' mouth twitched, he clearly did not like being preached to, but he also appeared too tired to argue anymore at this point. "I will not speak of your Achilles again."
Mollified by that, Connor looked away as Lee began to move once more. The Omega winced and held back whimpers of pain and pleasure, as Charles leaned down to gently suckle upon one of his nipples, a sharp contrast to the harsh rhythm of the Alpha's hips. He clawed at the mattress, panting heavily behind clenched teeth as the hand around his erection pumped in time with those deep thrusts that drove him into the bed.
The pace became more erratic as the Templar was in a hurry to finish before his stamina depleted. Connor was also eager to be done with his wifely duties for the night. So he didn't resist as Charles' mouth closed over his own, or when the Alpha reached around to grab his arse.
Hands kneaded his quivering flesh. The throbbing cock embedded so deeply inside him, began to rub against that sensitive cluster of nerves again, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his groin. He gave in, lifting up his legs so that his thighs bracketed Charles' waist, bucking against those powerful thrusts until his climax was finally ripped from him.
His husband followed immediately after, crying out against Connor's ear before collapsing heavily upon him. The half-native grunted at the large heavy frame crushing him into the mattress, and hoped its owner did not plan on falling asleep then and there. Soon the panting breaths against the side of his face slowed and evened. Much to his relief, Charles finally withdrew from his body and quickly rolled off of him.
While remaining perfectly still, Connor glanced over at his mate who was fast asleep, if that loud snore was anything to go by. Refusing to make a sound or even move a muscle, he watched the Alpha cautiously while counting the minutes in his head. Once a substantial amount of time had past, and he was certain the other male wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, the Assassin slowly climbed out of bed. Ignoring the familiar ache from his backside and the sickening sensation of Charles' liquids dripping down his thighs, he leaned down and snatched up the robe he had kept close to the bed and hurriedly put it on.
Bare feet silently padded over to the pile of the General's clothes that lay scattered on the floor. While keeping his eyes fixated on the slumbering form on the bed, his hands quickly searched through each and every pocket. At first, the Assassin was frustrated by the number of things Lee kept on his person. But once his hand enclosed over a set of keys, did he sigh quietly in relief.
With his eyes still trained on the slack and softened face of his slumbering husband, he quickly and quietly backed away to exit the bedroom. He took and held a deep breath as he slowly unlocked and managed to open the door without making a sound. The hallway was pitch black, but not a problem for the Assassin as his hunter's eyes immediately adjusted to the darkness.
He took one last look at the sleeping Templar, before finally stepping out of his designated prison cell, and closed the door softly behind him.