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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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That night Emiliana lay awake in her small bed, unable to sleep. The bed next to hers was empty, its owner perhaps deployed on some mission. After the day she'd had, Emiliana relished the privacy. Her quarters were bare and hard compared to the plush bedroom she'd grown up in at her father's villa - but Emiliana wouldn't have swapped places for anything, and that wasn't what kept her awake.

Nor did Emiliana blame her aching muscles for her sleeplessness. Her new trainer had turned out to be Valeria Viozzi, a tiny but exhausting young woman with red-gold curls and a beautiful, deadly smile. After an afternoon of being put through her paces like a fine new racehorse, Emiliana had thought she would tumble into bed asleep before her head hit the pillow.

But still she lay awake. At the end of the hall, signified by a soft light glowing under the door, were Ezio Auditore's bedchambers. And Emiliana was having thoughts about the man that no decent girl ever should.

What was it that he did with his apprentices? Those soft touches and tender looks he exchanged with Annetta and Ciro - she was sure she hadn't been imagining things. Would Ezio want to do... something... with her? Was that what it meant to be an Assassin? If so, she would leave as soon as she could get away. But then, she couldn't imagine the proud young men and women of Tiber Island doing anything they didn't want to.

Soft feet padded up the hall and she stared out into the dark to see Ciro Cavallari, wearing nothing but light drawstring trousers. He was heading for Ezio's chambers. Emiliana caught a glimpse of Ciro's slim, muscled arms and lean dark chest before he slipped inside Ezio's rooms and shut the door. Low laughter followed the soft thud of the door closing. Emiliana was doubly glad she was alone - her ears burned so hot she was sure they would shine in the dark.

Then, minutes later, two women followed, their heads together, all whispers and hushed laughter. One was Annetta, with the broken arm; and the other was Valeria Viozzi!

No wonder there were always plenty of spare beds at Tiber Island. Emiliana tried putting her pillow over her head, but that was worse. Her imagination turned every soft creak or muffled laugh into an image that tormented her until she was wet between her legs.

Soon enough Emiliana could not help herself. She climbed out of bed, snuck down the hallway and looked through the keyhole.

***

Valeria moved about Ezio's chambers nude and unashamed as she lit a wall sconce. The tone of her fair freckled skin warmed under the flickering light. Ciro stood up, leaving Ezio alone in his bed, and Valeria's small breasts bounced as Ciro lifted her and swung her in his arms for a kiss. She was petite, but the muscles of her back and thighs and buttocks showed in a way that Emiliana had never seen on a woman's body. Emiliana decided that she thought Valeria was beautiful, although many a painter would dismiss her flat belly and lean arms for a more feminine shape.

Shy Annetta was still in her robes, but her hood was cast back, her dark hair loose. Her face was flushed, as though she'd just been thoroughly kissed but left wanting more. Ezio was looking at her with a warm, gentle smile as the other two capered in his room. No-one who saw the Assassino's scarred mouth now could say it was cruel, thought Emiliana in wonder.

"You hadn't finished," Ezio soon said to Ciro, holding out a hand to draw him back to bed.

"A thousand apologies, Maestro," Ciro whispered, and ducked his head as Ezio ran a hand over his hair and pulled him close. Ciro began to kiss down his master's chest, over his belly. Then the young man's head disappeared beneath the blankets, and Ezio arched back in his bed with a low, pleasured groan.

"Ciro," Ezio murmured. "Ahh - Ciro -" His hips moved in rhythm with the slick wet sounds from beneath the blankets. Valeria sat on the bed beside them, and Ezio drew her down for a kiss. Her red-gold hair dropped to hide both of their faces from view, but Emiliana still heard their moans and the sounds of their lips together.

Then Ezio began to arch his back higher, his moans louder and sharper.

"Enough, Ciro," Valeria said, drawing down the blankets. "Leave some for later."

"Ngh," Ezio complained, falling back to the bed gasping. He flashed a piteous look at Annetta, who giggled.

Ciro emerged from the blankets, licking his lips and grinning. "Make Annetta feel welcome," Valeria told him, tapping him on one slim hip. "She hasn't been before."

"Oh, it's all right," Annetta assured them. "I do feel welcome."

Ciro gave her a look of mock sorrow. "Then, you don't want a kiss?"

"I didn't say that," said poor Annetta, flustered.

"Come over to the bed, bella," said Ciro. "We don't bite. Unless, of course, you want us to." He took Annetta's good hand, and led her to the bed. Valeria and Ezio were kissing and touching, Valeria's hand under the blankets, pulling slowly at Ezio's cock, while Ciro nuzzled at Annetta's throat. "You were so brave today, Annetta," Ciro murmured. "Does your arm pain you?"

She shrugged. "It is nothing."

"Annetta. The bedchamber is no place to deny pain," Ezio told her.

"In that case - it hurts like the devil," she said, and Ezio laughed sympathetically.

"We'll take care of you, Annetta," he said, leaning up on one elbow. "Lie back."

"Annetta told me that she only wants to watch, tonight," Valeria cautioned him. "Just kisses, si?"

"Whatever you want, Annetta, and only that," Ezio said, and for a moment his eyes were very serious.

They took it in turns to kiss Annetta - first Ciro, and then Valeria. By the time it was Ezio's turn, the dark-haired girl was moaning and squirming from the attentions of three pairs of hands and lips, still fully-clothed, but pulling at the collar of her robes - her pain evidently forgotten.

"I want it, Maestro," she whispered. "I want you."

"Next time," he told her, taking her earlobe gently between his teeth. "Next time, when you're sure."

Emiliana shivered in her nightdress, watching it all, half scandalized and half envious. Never in her wildest imaginings of the life of an Assassin had she pictured this.

She wasn't sure how long it went on. Her own tiredness threatened to overwhelm her, and everything seemed mixed together. At one point Ezio had bent Ciro over, the young man's wrists crossed and bound over the bedstead. There was not a trace of his smirking arrogance as Ezio spread his buttocks, slicked him with oil, and sank inside him. Ciro simply lowered his head in submission while his master held him firmly and thrust until they both shook and cried out. At another, Valeria sat astride Ciro with her back to him, while he held her hips and she rocked, arching her back and moaning. Poor Annetta still longed for Ezio to take her, but he wouldn't - and in the end Valeria pulled the girl's robes up around her waist and kissed her between her thighs, bringing her to a shuddering release while Ezio held her in his arms, making sure she did not twist and hurt her arm.

Eventually, there was quiet in the room. Valeria stirred, stretched, and draped an arm draped over Ezio's chest. He slid his hand into her red curls and smiled.

"How did my new recluta handle herself, today?" Ezio said drowsily.

Emiliana froze - why would Ezio suddenly think of her, in the middle of all this? It made no sense at all.

"Well enough, Maestro." Valeria yawned. "She needs a lot of training, but she has spirit. And I like her. She wasn't at all impressed by Ciro. Good instincts... Lovely ass, too."

"Oh?" Ezio laughed. "Then, perhaps you'd like to open the door and invite her in..."

Ahaha, the ending! Of course they'd know Emiliana was outside the door, I mean, come on, they're assassins. :) Perfect characterisation and I love how the emphasis is on consent and making sure that everyone is happy rather than trying to meet the pleasure of only one person. It is much sweeter and adorable that way. I can just imagine Ezio with a pile of blissed out assassins snuggling up to him. Seriously lovely fic and if you ever decided to expand upon it, I would totally read it!

<3 just wanted to thank you for commenting on this, anon - I am glad you read & enjoyed it :D I am not sure where I would go with it but if I come up with anything else I'll post it here :3

Oh man, how have I missed this? It's the perfect kind of sweet and hot. I love how the recruits are sketched out in a few strokes with vivid appearances and personalities, and how it's all gentle and welcoming.

Thanks for the great comment and for reading it :D

This was AMAZING! It's been two years this was posted, but I hope the praise still reaches you. Seeing Ezio being in his natural environment is always a delight. <3

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