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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Connor/any - body worship.
(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)Connor is oblivious (but grateful nonetheless? :D ), of course, since wiry, muscled bodies aren't THAT rare among his clan.
Re: Connor/any - body worship.
(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Connor/any - body worship.
(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)And tbh I finished the game an hour ago and my cognitive capacity is... well... Gone. At the moment. So. Um. Yeah. I haven't even considered possible pairings yet.
(ILU. <3 )
I'm not sure what I've done here.
(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)---
It makes me nervous when the non-natives stare at me. I wonder what they're thinking. 'A savage!', most likely. Or perhaps 'I want a slave like that'. The English are the worst, whispering and pointing despite the perfect manners they profess to have. My father's comrades are especially awful. At least I know I can escape with ease should one of them decide to attack or capture me- they are not agile. They cannot climb, for some reason. Many cannot swim. Most can barely run. It's strange. Perhaps those skills are unneeded here.
"Hell...oh!" a male voice exclaims as I walk past, on my way to meet Washington. I don't understand why some of them greet me in such a strange way. Perhaps it's a cultural thing, for strangers, or something... Sometimes they whistle instead. Once it happened when I was with Father, he simply tutted and murmured something about lower-class idiots and wolf whistles, but that makes no sense. Wolves do not whistle.
I ask a lady on the street for directions to a certain square. She blushes, and glances at my clothes. I suppose they are kind of strange. After all, the styles of clothes the Seneca wear may seem strange and different to me, but to a Colonist I daresay they would look the same as those my nation wear. Perhaps the same principle applies. She seems to especially appreciate my boots- they are, after all, much longer than those even soldiers wear, and I have not yet seen a colonist wear deerskin.
I walk on, watching the people around me warily. They don't touch each other a lot, but I always seem to have a hand on my shoulder or arm, someone rubbing small circles into my back. It's rather annoying, if I'm honest. There are few other Natives around here, perhaps our percieved rarity is the reason my companions act so oddly on occasion.
...
I roll my eyes at Stephane. He's taking an awfully long time to remove my clothes. While I appreciate his attention, I would much prefer a more... focused attention.
"You can't stare at me all night," I say. "We've got important things to do."
"Ah, but I could. You are different. Beautiful. Lean, and yet so strong. So agile, so handsome. And those 'important things' can wait, amour." His mouth lets flow a stream of French that I do not understand at all, though I adore the sound. He feels the same about Mohawk. He runs a hand oh-so-slowly over the skin on my collarbone, and I snatch it away, my patience finally wearing thin. I push his hands to where I really want them to be.
"That may be so, but I have needs. You can caress me all you like when I'm finished with you." And with that, I push him onto the bed. He does not resist. The promise of examining me most thoroughly is something he fully intends to hold me to.
Re: I'm not sure what I've done here.
(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)Short can be good, and this is certainly a VERY good kind of short! Well done!
I know what that feels like, btw. Insomnia can be a bitch. Hope you'll be able to get some more sleep soon!
Re: I'm not sure what I've done here.
(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)Oh I love your Connor and I love you so much.
I didn't even realize that Connor/recruit was anything I needed so much <3
Re: I'm not sure what I've done here.
(Anonymous) 2012-11-14 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)