Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Free Will [2/3]

[(Anonymous)]

The spots were clearing; color coming back to the world, but shapes were shaky. The world still fuzzy.

“He would say…” Malik took in a sharp breath, everything was swimming around him. “…say that you are a sick bastard.”

Altair paused, face blank for a moment, before a smile broke out across his scarred lips. It was cruel and dark. He laughed.

“You know,” He said, acting as if Malik had never spoken. “When I took Kadar, he begged for it.” There came the sound of rustling clothes. “Begged. Like a common whore.” Malik caught sigh of red right before he felt his arms come together over his head, begin tied together with Altair’s red sash. It was tightened to the point that blood flow was cut off and every part of his wrists were uncomfortable as they rubbed against the rough fabric. Malik again began to struggle; to resist, but it was no use and only lead to him slipping further and further into an exhausted unconsciousness.

“But you know what?” Altair asked as he released Malik’s hands, satisfied he wouldn’t get out anytime soon. “I don’t want you to beg.” Sword-calloused hands gripped his waist, pulling and shifting both of their bodies until Malik was on his stomach, arms twisted in the new position. He was panting; forehead pressed into the blankets of the bed. Those hands came back, forcing his hips to rise and Malik’s legs to come under him, pushing his ass into the air. “No, I want you to scream for me, Malik.” More rustling of clothes and Malik squeezed his eyes closed, trying hard to not think of what was next to come.

Altair’s weight pressed down on his back, a firm grip in his hair again, pulling his head back; gasping in pain. A snicker in his ear; a hot tongue. The assassin’s cock pressed against his ass. “Scream.”

He did.

On the first thrust, only half of Altair’s dick made it into Malik’s body before his natural reflex kicked in, his inner walls clamping down tight on the intrusion. He cried out as another thrust pushed the cock in a little farther; tearing him apart; ripping him open.

From behind him, Altair moaned. “Holy fuck. You’re so tight.” Another thrust and pain shot up Malik’s spin, making him arch away from the assault, but it was no use.

After another few sharp thrusts, Altair was buried to the hilt inside Malik, moaning at the heat and tightness that consumed him. Blood pooled from Malik’s filled hole, leaving red trails down his legs; staining the blanket below.

“So much better then that slut of a brother…” There was a smile in those words. An unseen hand came down hard on his ass, forcing a sharp gasp from Malik’s lips. Altair did it again, loving the sounds spilling from Malik’s mouth along with the body spasms that were squeezing those walls tighter around him.

Free Will [3/3]

[(Anonymous)]

The fast, erratic thrusts became a bit easier sliding in and out with the mix of Malik’s blood. Hands gripped tanned hips hard enough to bruise; nails dug into flesh, and all Malik could do was scream into the mattress below him, taking it. There was no rhythm, no set pace. Just a constant, harsh in-out that made the pain unbearable, threatening to shut down his body altogether.

A hiss came from behind him. “Come, my dear Malik, don’t hide.” The name was spat out.

For a moment, Malik thought relief might have come as the man behind him pulled all the way out, only to flip Malik over onto his back, dragging his body up into a sitting position.

“I want to see your face when I come.” Altair then forced his cock down Malik’s throat, choking him on it; forcing him to taste the mix of pre-come and his own blood on his tongue. “Now, suck and don’t even think of biting me or you’ll have to be hurt again.”

Even without the threat, Malik wouldn’t have tried it. With the head injury, pained body, and destroyed mind, he didn’t have the strength to fight back as Altair thrust his cock into Malik’s stretched mouth until it hit the back of his throat, repeating the process over and over again. Again, the pace was rapid and unpredictable and Altair gave no time at all for Malik to somehow suck in air. He grew light-headed; vision spotted as black started to move around the edges. Just when he was about to pass out, when he couldn’t take anymore abuse, Altair pulled out with a loud moan, stroking himself twice before coming all over Malik’s face. The taste was thick on his tongue, choking him. The come painted his face in globes of sticky white, blinding him for a moment. He coughed; gagged. Above him, Altair laughed, softly slapping him across the face a few times before letting his grip on his hair loosen. Malik went limp, collapsing onto the bed, panting heavily.

“Hm, rest up Malik. I’ll see you later.” Altair smiled, tucking himself back into his pants. Before leaving he untied the sash from Malik’s bruised wrists, leaving him in a broken heap on the bed.

He didn’t move when the door opened and closed. In the silence of the room, Malik sobbed, blocking the pain from his mind before finally falling into a black abyss.

Re: Free Will [3/3]

[(Anonymous)]

I have a non-con kink as well, and you, my dear writer!anon, have made my day! I feel so bad for Malik: Altair is such a fucking psycho jerk. But I enjoyed reading this nonetheless, fff <3 Great writing!