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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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Re: FILL: Short Change Heroes, Part 22a/?
(Anonymous) 2013-10-26 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)Obviously, there was no doubt Connor was of the fairer sex. Especially with her rich brown locks free of her usual hooded coat. For once, they weren’t plaited back into a braid and tucked into her layers of clothes at her back. Or tamed into a twisted knot at the nape of her neck. Now, her hair fell thick and soft to her mid-back. Her full lips, sharp, freckled cheekbones and the darkening depths of her eyes betrayed so much more as well.
She did not prove petite and demure. Nor flirtatiously enigmatic and full of the usual female seductions most women found at their disposal. She did not contain that delicate, fragile quality that brought most men to their knees in a fiery desire to protect her from the world’s evils. Her physical strength was evident, honed muscle beneath subtle curve. Her calloused fingertips tracing along his arm as he ghosted his hand along her side, there were not soft and yielding. Rough from her constantly wielding weapons, they exhibited the obvious marks of her trade. Yet Connor was beyond so simple a description as “pretty.” In fact, if he were to bet on it, she’d likely consider being called such an epithet of sorts.
Strikingly arresting, though? Aye, her beauty proved remarkable.
As she apprehensively pulled her chemise over her head, Thomas’ hands wandered upwards above her smallclothes. Like him, she too bore a litany of physical scars. Regardless, she didn’t react as he expected. While she blushed under his hungry, wandering gaze, she made no rush to conceal herself with a flurry of ashamed hands. Nor to direct his attention elsewhere with an anxious surge of her mouth to his. Instead, she tensed before closing her eyes and gracing him with a light tremble when he ran a delicate fingertip along the largest of them. An old, vertical stitch, a few inches long, it cut parallel to her right breast.
“Ya be a right lovely sight,” he found himself declaring aloud before grazing his lips across her ear. Experimentally sucking it between his teeth, he hummed with lecherous satisfaction at her accompanying moan. Not to mention how she unflinchingly bowed up into his hand lightly brushing along her midsection.
Eyes snapping open and narrowing in reproach, she shakily countered, “I assure you that there is no need for flattery-”
“I don’t be lyin’, Connor,” he huskily answered, dropping a quick peck to her hollow of her throat. “Wot this be then?” he asked of her scar, voice remarkably free of any sort of sarcasm.
Fixing him with a stare of utter disbelief, she slowly began, “One of my first injuries. I did not realize the bayonet sliced me until a half hour later or so. The fog of battle, one must assume,” she fitfully shrugged. “The barkeep at a tavern in Boston I returned to after a scuffle with the night watch was rather horrified at the blood apparently seeping through to my overcoat. The doctor he sent me to?” she steadily continued, “Perhaps even more scandalized.”
“Hmph,” he cocked his head to side, “I doubt he be used to seein’ a woman with them sorts ‘o injuries that be signalin' fisticuffs.”
Furrowing her brows, she replied, “Nevertheless, you do not appear to find it odd-”
“It ain’t a bad sort ‘o thing,” he swiftly cut her off with a hint of a grin. “Different?” he carefully rubbed the pad of his thumb along the middle of the scar, “Fuck yeah. But that don’t be makin’ it necessarily terrible. See?” he leaned down and licked a stripe along the mark. Planting a sloppy kiss at the bottom of the stitch, he smiled at her ticklish, startled snort even as she heaved up towards his mouth for more, “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a few scratches ‘n wot not.”
“I…thank you?” she quizzically replied.
“Nah,” he shot her lopsided grin, “Thank you-”
“For?”
“Oh, you’ll be seein’,” he simpered, eyes darkening with debauched promise.
Without further ado, his mouth traveled downwards yet again. Gentler this time, he knew he had to take it slowly. It’d been a long while since he bedded a green sort. And judging by their willful dance back and forth, he would have to be deliberate and clear. So he left a flurry of kisses along her tits while his fingers wandered. Alternately pecking lighter and harder, he increased his contact depending on her pleased breaths.
His hand grazing a round indentation along the top of her abdomen, he casually asked, “Musket ball, ‘eh?”
She shook her head in agreement and muttered, “The worst of them, so far. A fortnight to recover from it after Achil…the doctor removed it. It was not too deep.”
“You be a lucky lass,” he moved a bit, lips sweeping that scar as well. His cock hardened at the moan that she sent up at his action, as well as how her stomach quivered beneath his mouth. “Quite a few men be tendin’ to die of infection.”
“Evidently,” she distractedly inhaled. Her hands dropping to the top of his shoulders, she dug her fingers into his skin while he continued his journey of discovery.
“Don’t go bein’ nervous,” he drawled when she flexed her upper leg against him dropping a large hand near the junction of her legs.
“I am not,” she lied, voice going high.
“Whatever ya wanna tell yourself,” he rolled his eyes before changing directions and crawling back up her.
She sniffed at that, retorting, “Do you think me craven, Hickey-?”
Interrupting her insult and covering her body with his, he rewarded her with a hard kiss to her mouth. She accepted the unspoken dare, returning it in equal measure. Her hands sliding along his sculpted back in eager purchase, she shoved his tunic upwards. In reply, he hastily stripped himself of it and hurled it to the floor. Only her hand abruptly tracing along his left pectoral and over his heart stopped him from diving back in.
Her fingers outlining the strange script reading, “Fe Mhoid Bheith Saor" above the large, green, four-leafed clover tattooed there, she murmured, “What does it mean?”
“Ya be seriously wonderin’ at that?” he countered, “Right now? Of all times?” he attempted to claim her mouth again. However, her resistant push against him kept him at bay.
“Yes,” she rejoined, “I would like to know of what it says.”
Mouth curling with genuine astonishment at her insistence, he brushed her hand away before quietly answering, "'Sworn to be free-’"
“In what language is it written?” she probed.
“Fe Mhoid Bheith Saor,” he repeated, “It be Gaelic…the mother tongue of me people.”
“And the word ‘Dempsey?’” she lifted an inquisitive brow, splaying out her hand along the ink, “Below it?”
Biting his lower lip, he briefly glanced away before softly replying, “It be me family’s Irish name. ‘Afore we crossed the sea to England and be changin’ ourselves to ‘Hickey’ to go fittin’ in.”
“To ensure you may never forget your birthplace,” she whispered, “For the blood of a man always runs from his homeland.”
“Somethin’ like that,” he distantly recalled as he leaned down and captured her mouth. Admittedly, she found herself far too distracted to inquire about the significance of the list of names inked along his right ribs. Nor the tattoos along his arms.
He was pleased at her growled annoyance when he withdrew after a few moments. Bracing himself over her on one elbow, he resisted her clambering attempts to pull him to her again. No matter how potent her hot, increasingly frantic touches felt. “To go answerin’ as to whether ‘o not I think ya craven?” he breezily replied, breath dancing along the tops of her breasts, “Oh ya be a lot ‘o nutty things, fer sure. But cowardly ain’t one ‘o ‘em, me lovely.”
“I do not know whether or not to be insulted,” she questioned, face twisting with charming confusion.
“So don’t go worryin’ ‘bout it,” he swore against her ear before returning to her mouth again. Grunting in indulgence, he dropped a hand to bring her knee up his side. His weight settled between her thighs as she tentatively nipped at his lips. She wasn't nearly as skittish this time. So he opened to her, deepening the kiss and lazily sliding his tongue against hers. His cock hard against his breeches, she certainly didn’t seem to mind how he began slowly grinding himself against her. Not judging by how she pushed up against him in return. Curling a leg around his, she panted with increasing need as he purposefully rolled his hips into hers.
Re: FILL: Short Change Heroes, Part 22b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-10-26 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)“I, erhm…well, I assume that you…?” she faltered, hesitantly gesturing at the bed. Sitting up on her elbows and looking down at him, she took in his easy, lackadaisical expression.
“Patience, ‘lil wolf,” he purred, voice low and ebbing in her ears.
Bewildered by his casual reply and about to comment, she instead let out a flabbergasted moan as he kissed the inside of her knee. Her flesh sensitive and not anticipating his action, she shivered as the swirl of his tongue along its crease. His other hand gripping her other leg, he stayed her instinctive flex of her foot. Had she moved more, she would’ve nailed him in the chest. Thankfully, that was avoided as he nibbled at her. Smiling against her as she gasped, his gradually moved his hand upwards. His fleeting touches left modest spots of pink along her bronzed skin as he pressed into her flesh. Soon, made his way to her undergarment.
“Hickey?” she stammered, placing her hand firmly over his some inches above her knee, “What…what are you-?”
“Ya think I’m a gonna go hurtin’ ya, Connor?” he questioned, bright gaze locking with hers as he withdrew from her leg. As he awaited her answer, he determinedly hooked both his hands along the hem of her undergarments. However, he didn’t move to strip her of them. Not quite yet.
“No,” she directly replied, without second-guessing herself.
Pleased at her unblinking answer, he smirked. His head dipping to drop a quick kiss to the hollow of her upper thigh, his words were liquid fire against her as he replied, “Then trust I ain’t gonna make ya regret nothin’, yeah?”
“I regret little in general, truth be told,” she throatily replied, still distracted by the feel of him upon her. He hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, so his stubbled cheek created a pleasing sort of contrast against her. Her stomach fluttering in the dim firelight, warmth whipped through her with building frenzy as she said, “But I-”
“Or do nothin’…unseemly,” he added, almost as an afterthought. However, his voice was muffled, his lips briefly against her again. “No matter what prudish idjits be a sayin’ of how they expect a man and ‘his woman to go lyin’ together,” he continued, “They don’t know shit, understand?”
“Y-yes,” she trembled as his mouth meandered along her inner hip. This time, he gave her a quick, strangely affectionate nip of his teeth, causing her to words to hitch, “Please?”
“Please do ya want me to go doin’ what?” he wickedly replied, pulling away again, even as he maintained a firm hold on her. Quick as a cat, he maneuvered her legs so that her knees were now braced over his shoulders, her heels dangling above his shoulder blades.
Though she could move easily enough, it occurred to her that she was now thoroughly at his mercy. She also found she had no qualms about being such a position. And so she nearly begged. “P-please,” she panted, mouth parted and pink, “Continue…?”
“Ya don’t be soundin’ quite so sure, love,” he cocked his head to the side in supposed confusion in spite of the roguish glint in his eye. “I’ll get to stoppin’ right now, if ya wish-”
“No!” she speedily declared, hands trembling to her sides in protest. “No,” she repeated, steeling herself to sound calmer, even as she snatched at his hand. “Go on,” she whispered, giving him a squeeze of permission.
He chortled at her becoming unwound. That much was obvious, judging by the flush running along her. All because of him. Something primal and possessive flared up within, knowing that he could bring her to such a state with a few strokes and caresses. He was rather startled that it caused a strange sort of pride to well up within his chest. He chuckled aloud again, for they hadn’t even gotten to the diverting part. “If ya wanna stop, me lady-”
“If you dare do so,” she nearly hissed, “I swear on high that I shall -”
“Are ya sure?”
“Whatever do you mean by that, you imbecile?!”
The insult bubbled up from her mouth, the edges of it laced with the barest of drunken amusement. Just a bit higher, her brain seemed to order him, of its own accord. She had no idea why. She’d never done this sort of thing before. Well, not with another person at least. Yet she positively ached for him to get on with it. Her hands falling to his, she tried to shove them closer to fully divest her of her undergarments.
“Patience, ya naughty ‘lil git,” he smirked in reply, “I’m a gonna go doin’ this in me own time. After all,” he paused to give a ticklish lick at the top of her hip. Closing his eyes and reveling in how a panting groan escaped her parted mouth, he grinned, “I always be rewarding them that ‘as me back. Ya could’ve let me go a freezin’ to death out there.”
“One would hope you would do the same for me,” she huffed, voice tense with anticipation.
“Aye,” he darkly chuckled, “For ya skills with those blades ‘o yours, of course.”
Slapping his hand away from her behind, she retorted with breathless indignation, “You are a thorough miscreant.”
“Oh, yeah?” he guffawed, withdrawing slightly, “Well ‘en, ya be seein’ why I be mildly surprised ya let me continue to go livin’. ‘Specially when ya could’ve easily gotten rid of me bein’ such a fuckin’ albatross ‘round ya neck.” he drawled. “So don’t ya go worryin’ that pretty ‘lil head ‘o yours, ‘cause you’ll be gettin’ ya just rewards ‘n whatnot. Of that,” he snorted as he finally divested her of her smallclothes and carelessly tossed them to the floor, “There ain’t no doubt.”
Rapidly blinking, she muttered, “I do not understan…oh my!” she keened out in her as his mouth was suddenly upon her. He gave a throaty laugh at her instinctive reaction as his tongue dipped and ebbed into her. Taking his prize like a starving man at oasis, his other arm dropped to her lower abdomen, firmly holding her in place beneath him. Her hips beginning to buck into him, her rhythm proved haphazard and unpracticed at such things. He didn’t mind at the least. Not with her eyes locked with his, half-lidded, pupils dilating and bright with rising desire. Not with how she tasted, sweet and tangy, more ribald than his darkest dreams.
Her hands balled into the sheets on either side of as her, threatening to tear them to shreds as he continued to make love to her with his mouth. But it wasn’t enough, and he found her fingers dancing in his hair, pulling him closer. Anything to lose herself to him and the havoc he wrecked upon her. She welcomed it, reveling in his boldness. Begging for his mercy while at the same time demanding he never stop, her slurred words came out in short, shaky spurts of need. Soon, her native language slipped through. Swirling about him in foreign melody, it was a sweet litany upon her lips.
Throwing her head back, she panted a filthy curse of appreciation as his thumb slicked over the center of her pleasure. Descending, he plundered her wetness, sinking first one and another finger into her. Moving in time with his mouth, he urged her ever upwards. Her hips jerked and trembled, his willing hostage as she scrabbled for leverage, digging her heels into his shoulders and lifting her thighs from the bed. He growled in approval as she grasped his hair. Goading him on, his vibrations caused her to squirm and writhe in earnest. Her rising gasps and moans now mingled with his name. A sacred prayer for deliverance, her words were supplicant his efforts.
So he decided to deliver her from this exquisite task.
“T-thomas!” she howled as he captured her clit.
His tongue licked and sucked at her as his hands fell to her bottom, opening her to him. As he brought her closer to the brink, he delicately scraped his teeth about that little bundle of nerves. For that, he was rewarded with his name feverishly spilling uninterrupted from her lips. Her motions combined with her increasingly bold noises of delight crackled and sizzled around him. Almost painfully hard for her, the final threads of his control were fraying by the second. Near about to shove her back onto the bed and fuck her hard and deep beneath him, loosing himself to her searing depths would be just reward for them both.
She was seconds from her peak when she suddenly found him braced over her. His mouth devouring hers, she tasted herself on his lips, rich and intoxicating. Pulling him flush, she reveled in the feel of his sweaty, sturdy strength engulfing her. Her hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Wild in their searching, she ran them along his chest, shoved them down to the small of his back, along his sides, even slanted her fingers beneath the hem of his breeches.
When he suddenly pushed away from her, she babbled something in her mother tongue that sounded mightily pissed. At least he assumed so, judging by her amusingly petulant expression. Not to mention how her hands immediately fell to his forearms in an effort to keep him close.
“This may go hurtin,’” he panted.
Sure, he didn’t have proof that her virtue was intact. Still, it would do well to remind her just case. One of his hands still worked her wet folds. But lightly, keeping her from tumbling over the edge. Frustrated, she clawed at his back and buried her nose in his shoulder. Yet she could feel his hardness along her thigh, thick and heavy. Somehow, he’d shed his breeches. Not that she gave a damn, at least not in her current state.
“W-why?!” she slurred, thighs squeezing his hand between them in a vain effort to gain more friction, “Why would you assume-?”
“Just makin’ sure ya be aware,” he clenched. Withdrawing at feeling her begin to tighten around his fingers, he stroked his cock between their bodies.
She furiously shook her head in disagreement. “I…I do not care,” she strained, “You must…please…I will not ask…again!”
“Fine, fine” he huskily teased with a cavalier smile, “Ain’t gotta go tellin’ me twice,”
Thrusting into her, he swallowed her loud exhalation into his kiss at the sudden, throbbing invasion.
“Iah tewake'nikonhraién:ta's,” she hissed against him, mouth desperately sliding against his and hands dropping to his hips to stop him from pulling back.
“What ‘en?” he grunted. Now, he was acutely aware that it was her first time. Especially as she jerkily bucked beneath him.
He admittedly refused to dwell on it.
“It…it is strange!” she hitched, fingers digging into him with increasing desperation, “This feeling...all of this!”
“It be gone in a bit,” he rasped, “I promise on me grave.” Mouth claiming hers again, he momentarily distracted her from the sharp sting as he snapped up to sink into her again. Blinking in surprise, she took in deep gulps of air. Wrapping her legs around his, her entire being fluttered with this new sensation. “Fuck me, lass, ya gonna be the death ‘o me!” he grit, fighting to remain still again to assuage her. While he didn’t understand her keening reply, she didn’t appear to want to kill him. So he took her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers as his other slid down to rest on her hip.
Before long, instinct compelled her to move again. However, the twinging prickle made her halt, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Reverently kissing away the tears of discomfort on her cheek, he kissed the tip of her nose as well before moving again. Thankfully, her tenderness seemed to steadily dissipate.
"Ya be a hungry 'lil minx, ain't ya?" he groaned, words sultry upon her ear.
She retorted with something garbled in her language as she moved under him for a bit. The unease slowly spilling away into wanton gratification, she eagerly propelled her hips up against his.
"Connor...me Connor," he rumbled as the feel of her, hot, tight and wet around him, "Keep goin' sweetheart," he breathed, restraint hanging by a thread. “Just…like...that!” he strained in between his drives into her.
They began moving in the age-old carnal dance, sight and sound peaked and blurring the edges of their exquisite desperation. Sucking at her lower lip, he moaned her name as she scraped at his arms. Tongue darting out to wet her lips, she mewed in pleasure as their actions became more frantic. Her pace was careless and jumbled. But he gave no indication of displeasure, all sorts of his filthy declarations recklessly spilling into her ear. Her hips eventually moving in time with his, her ramblings in her language were indistinct, mixing with his steady groans of reckless gratification. As he rocked in and out of her, her hands moved to his back. She distantly marveled at how hard muscle moved under soft skin.
Without warning, he sucked a mark of possession onto her neck, where her heart beat in frenzied time. It sent her over the precipice. A strangled cry, she drove upward. Hands scraping down his back, her body and mind were completely overwhelmed with this compelling delight. Without warning, she shuddered and cradled his body to hers. Plunging into her over and over, he grabbed her by the thighs as he groaned in blessed release. His fingers massaged her still, drawing out her desire to the fullest as she came down from her own heights. Collapsing back onto the bed, though it was illogical, she swore she saw the ceiling above them tilt and swirl together in time to her breath.
Silence fell between them, save their labored panting. Shifting, she rested her head in the crook of his shoulder, lips moving against his skin as she murmured.
“I hope that wasn’t no threat against me life,” he half-joked, pulling away a touch to settle his gaze on her.
Her eyes widened slightly before she resolutely replied, “No...it is not.”
“Good ‘en,” he proclaimed, dropping a kiss to her lips for a long moment. “Good,” he reiterated, twining his fingers through her hair before rolling off of her.
Silently moving to her side the bed, she started at the feel of him dragging her towards him. “What-?”
“You be fuckin’ delicious, love, that’s wot,” he groggily slurred, spooning against her back, “But sleep…now.” She stiffened at the feel of his arms draping around her. One hand grazing her breasts, the other fell to her waist. “‘N calm the fuck down, yeah? I ain’t gonna murder ya,” he hummed at her stillness, “Too much blood ‘n whatnot to go cleanin’ up.”
“A likely tale, Hickey,” she drowsily retorted, even as she relaxed into him. Tentatively moving a hand to where his arm ensconced her waist, she ignored his little huff of contentment. As well as how he almost protectively shoved a leg over hers. “You would not bother to scrub the sheets and floor of the mess," she added, "Due to your own, sheer indolence.”
“Shut-up, ‘lil wolf,” he woozily chortled, his lips at her cheek taking the sting out of the order, “I’m a trying to get some shut-eye.”
Her hasty, acerbic sounding reply in her language was unintelligible. Then again, it fell on relatively deaf ears as he slipped into unconsciousness. Besides, there was always tomorrow to deal with the repercussions of whatever in the hell they’d just gotten themselves into.
Author's Note:
“Iah tewake'nikonhraién:ta's” – “I don’t understand” in Mohawk.
Re: FILL: Short Change Heroes, Part 22b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-10-27 12:16 am (UTC)(link)“Fuck me, lass, ya gonna be the death ‘o me!”
Eeep... I hope there's no foreshadowing here...
/Goes off to reread/
Re: FILL: Short Change Heroes, Part 22b/?
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