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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 21/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-12 04:00 am (UTC)(link)There was no pain this time. Not after the hasty preparation and his insides still slick from his husband's seed from their previous session. Still there was some mild discomfort that came with impaling himself upon Charles' erection. But it paled against the shock of pleasure that ran up his spine when that rigid cock made contact with that cluster of nerves inside of him
Connor tossed his head back over his shoulders and moaned loudly, uncaring if it disturbed the entire household. Once again, his body was blissfully on fire. Perspiration dewed upon his skin. His hands grasped at the bedding, twisting them in a fierce grip as he continued to lower himself down.
Just when the pressure was about to become too much, finally - finally! - the ample erection was all the way inside of him. He panted heavily, dizzy from pleasurable heat, and struggled for a moment to hold himself still. When Connor's vision finally cleared, he tilted his head up and gazed down at his husband with half-lidded eyes.
The look on Charles' face was indescribable. He remained perfectly still, breathing heavily through clenched teeth. Blue-gray eyes were clouded with lust, which was nothing new to the Omega when they were like this, but there was something about the way his mate stared at him now. The expression looked very similar to the one he wear earlier that day, when Connor stood his ground and had simply been dismissed after assaulting one of his husband's henchmen.
Perhaps he was over thinking things. Now was not the time for such in-action, not when his body demanded more stimulation for its own release. Connor had expected Charles to move first, order him to begin, or make some lewd comment. Surprisingly, his husband was still and mute. It was actually refreshing, but he would not wait.
Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes and rolled his hips experimentally. He shivers at the small sparks of delight that comes from the movement, but they're overshadowed quickly when the body beneath him jerks. The throbbing member inside him pulses and nudges against that perfect spot, eliciting a needy moan from his lips.
Connor hates how desperate the sound is to his own ears.
He hates this blasted heat that is the cause of such erratic licentious behavior.
He hates being an Omega period.
He is an Assassin: one who takes lives, not birth them!
Connor wants to scream in frustration, but he moans instead. His traitorous body, as it moves despite his disgust, raising and lowering himself upon his most hated enemy's cock. The Omega wishes it hurt more. At least the pain would remind him that he was being raped. He feels like a dog, with his breath came out in harsh pants. The heat spreads and gathers between his legs, where his own neglected arousal throbbed hotly. His back suddenly arched upwards, eager to draw his Alpha deeper inside of him.
Such a disgrace... vile... disgusting, absolutely disgusting!
What would his proud mother think of him?
What of his wise mentor?
What of his close comrades and friends?
What would his beloved George think if he saw him?
"You're so beautiful..."
Connor remembers those few but meaningful intimate moments. He can recall those adoring clear blue eyes staring at him, as if they could not look away even if their beholder's life depended on it. The warm, reverent touch of a hand upon his skin before it reluctantly drew away. The Commander softly whispering into his ear, how he longed to have him, but felt that his patience would be rewarded once they were married.
Connor also remembers those horrified blue eyes as they watched helplessly as he was defiled. He wonders if he's still beautiful in them. Or would his then-to-be husband see the claimed Omega as unsightly rubbish after Lee had polluted him?
The larger form underneath him suddenly moves, thrusting upwards each time Connor lowers himself down. He squeezes his eyes shut even tighter and tries to banish the face of his beloved in his mind. The last thing the Omega ever wants to imagine, as he snakes a hand down to stroke himself, are those beautiful eyes narrowed in disgust.
His body stills as large hands leave his waist to map out his chest. Cool fingertips probe at his naked skin, tracing his muscles as they explored their territory. He hissed as fingers pinch his nipples, twisting them slowly. Connor tensed, causing his tender inner walls to clench involuntary around the invading girth.
A harsh breathless chuckle filled his ear.
"It's amazing... you still feel like a delicious virgin."
He had missed the silence. Why did his husband have to ruin things by talking? The Templar seriously loved the sound of his own voice.
"So tight and hot..." Charles groaned as he thrust upwards once more, but with Connor clenched so tightly around him, it was almost difficult to move. "I doubt I shall ever tire of your body..."
The hands on his bare chest descended. One planted itself upon his hip, encouraging him to move once more. The other lay upon Connor's hand, that was wrapped around his arousal, and began guiding its strokes while gently applying more pressure.
He gasped and moaned, moving again at a savage pace. His knees protested at the motion, but the Assassin could easily ignored the ache. His body was used to physical exertion; it had been trained to endure running, leaping, and climbing. There were even times where he had to squat upon a building ledge or tree branch for hours, waiting for his target to come out into the open.
What Connor still was unused to was the rippling pleasure - warm, thick, and intoxicating - that coursed through his body upon climax. His vision flared white when he finally opened his eyes and cried out. He's distantly aware of his seed spurting between his fingers, and the wet hear filling his belly. With Charles' voice joining his, he was certain that the entire manor - including the henchmen patrolling outside - all knew what their master was doing if they had not known already.
Connor wonders if George, wherever he was imprisoned at, had heard them.
The Templar would be that cruel to keep the Commander close by but out of reach, just like on their wedding day. With that in mind, Connor glances over to the side of the bed and half expects to see his love standing there watching. As Charles ravishes his mouth, the Omega wonders what emotion he would see reflected in those sky blue eyes.
Pity?
Disgust?
Betrayal?
His heart clenches tightly in his chest with guilt. The scorching heat is finally gone, leaving him cold and exhausted from the three rounds (including when he was ordered to relieve himself) with his Alpha. Connor did not even want to think of the next two days, or however long his heat cycle plagued him this time. His arms and knees trembled from exertion, and once Charles pulled away, he gingerly climbed off and rolled away.
The Omega does not make it far. Collapsing near the edge of the bed - as far as his husband will allow him - and curls up on his side. Connor could feel his Alpha's intense stare upon his back even as the Templar climbed out of bed to snuff out the candles, blanketing the room in darkness save for the lingering glow from the fireplace and moonlight shining through the windows.
He feels the large bed dip with the added weight, and his blood chills as the Templar reaches out and lays an arm across his side. Fingers splayed over his stomach and Connor tensed in fear. He was afraid Charles would pull him into another embrace, another cage he would not be able to break out of.
Fortunately, his tormentor finally decided to take pity on him. Connor let out a quiet sigh of relief as he felt the hand pull away even if the Alpha's predatory gaze remained fixated on him. For several minutes, husband and wife lay awake in oppressive silence, both eagerly waiting for sleep to claim them.
Connor's eyes grew heavy, dull, leaden as he stared into the darkness that reminded him of the black cloak his beloved used to wear upon his shoulders. In his rare moments of vulnerability, George would wrap the dark fabric around them both and pull him into a protective embrace.
"Shhh... I'm here."
Once again, he could not stop the tears that flowed from his eyes and dampened the pillow beneath his head. His entire body shook as he sobbed quietly into the sheets that had been draped over him. He continued to cry silently even as sleep finally claimed him.
'George, my love, please... please forgive me!'
A/N: More porn and angst, lather, rinse, repeat. Hopefully there will be more plot in the next part
Re: Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 21/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-12 04:36 am (UTC)(link)//cuddles Connor//
Nice inclusion of Charles secretly liking it when Connor takes control (even if it's only an illusion) and acts like Haytham. Oh Charles, still pining after your leader...
Re: Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 21/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-12 05:13 am (UTC)(link)