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Debauchery	By : Jenovasilver Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 3999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Under ordinary circumstances, NONE of this would be possible...all around them was a battle between Assassins and Borgia men, yet in the thick of it, were three men, mortal enemies simply FUCKING on the battlefield. The mere thought of it bordered frankly-on ludicrous, yet here they were.
Now that wasn’t to say that NO ONE was enjoying themselves, quite the contrary, Ezio considered this to be a pretty smart move, hell, if all battles and wars could be won or lost by sheer stamina and sweaty, sticky bodies collapsing in gasping naked piles of flesh...he’d prefer it over killing. Just because he was damn good at murder didn’t mean he enjoyed it and this option at LEAST left people alive.
But alas, fucking like rabbits was temporary...eventually he’d have to Cesare and Micheletto, he just didn’t get that far in his thinking yet and really, it’s hard to plot your next objective with your cock inches deep in Borgia ass.
Micheletto was in rapture, Cesare was not the best cocksucker...he WAS the best cocksucker. In this frenzied state, not only was he wonderfully proficient but he was DOCILE...and a part of Micheletto wanted that fire back in Cesare’s eyes as those were the reason he obeyed him. Cesare was power, he was absolution, he was an all consuming blaze...
But he REALLY was the best cocksucker Micheletto has ever had.
He kept one hand on his blade and one on Cesare’s head as the boy clawed his waist, he couldn’t believe how much of his cock was in Cesare’s mouth!? The tongue cradled his flesh and nearly wrapped itself around it, he felt the ends and the back of his master’s mouth so vividly to the point of hitting the wall several times. That wasn’t Micheletto’s fault! It was the blasted Assassin’s!
Ezio made it a game, from his viewpoint he was completely connected to Cesare and enjoyed watching his toned backside jolt and retract from each timed push. Sometimes he was slow and then unexpectedly would charge himself in quickly before lulling back, what he enjoyed the most were the wet slaps of his thighs as they smacked against Cesare’s ass. The jiggling of their skin was a marvel to behold and actually turned him more then he thought possible, the human body was truly a fascinating creation and he now understood why Leonardo liked being on top when they were together, he must have really liked the angle or perhaps he liked Ezio’s attention going through him...Ezio had no clue and that was another mystery he needed to solve. Perhaps when he got back after this was done.
“So, tell me...what is this puttana....normally prefer? Up or down?” Ezio managed in between the rhythmic pushes, Micheletto came already...coating Cesare’s face in a slap of heavy whiteness. Words were spoken and he finally caught the few of them to tie to a sentence.
“W-what...I..phew...he likes, wait why am I telling you this Assassin!?”
“Why is your cock in his mouth and mine in his ass?” Ezio sent a weak smile to Micheletto, then followed with a shove all into Cesare and a loud groan signaling he was emptying his balls in Cesare’s body. Hearing Cesare screech from the surprise and watching him ram his head into his waist from the hot flow just made Micheletto come too. And a new stain was added to the already crowded area of Cesare’s face. “Let us not pretend..that...none of us are unaware of what is transpiring here.”
“I-I he..likes...when he is pressed. W-we..usually are against something like a wall..”
Of course he would, the sick little bitch...well, walls weren’t exactly ideal here, that involved moving and Ezio wasn’t keen on walking long distances with Cesare hanging on his dick. He looked at Cesare and then Micheletto then did the calculations in his head.
That’s when it came to him, why the HELL not?!
Ezio hoisted Cesare up, the hidden blade still at the ready and Cesare looked like a rag doll being held loosely, Micheletto wasn’t sure what the Assassin was going to do but his cock was STILL in Cesare and the two moved in closer until Cesare was pressed between them. Merda! Micheletto was LITERALLY in arms reach of Ezio with Cesare writhing,
“Would you be so kind?” Micheletto somehow understood, he slid his arms around both Ezio and Cesare and was keeping them up, Cesare groaned from the squeezing of their thick bodies and it didn’t help that Ezio arched him upward...he was becoming more frenzied and thought he was going to fall. “Ahh, bene...this will do. Si?” Cesare wrapped his arms around Micheletto’s neck and his legs became a vice around Micheletto’s waist. The pressure of Ezio’s cock was decreasing as some of him was pulled upward and Cesare didn’t want that, he wanted to be on that dick for as long as he could so he was trying to return his ass back down on it but he couldn’t...not like this.
Cesare NEEDED to be filled, he needed the pressure! Fuck he was crazed in his cum covered look at his friend and slammed his lips down on his.
What the hell was Micheletto doing?! Like this he couldn’t hold his blade anymore but Ezio laughed at his dilemma and now borderline helpless. That truth was made more clear with the hidden blade that was once Cesare was now against his neck, was this a honey trap!?
“Bastardo..y-you are going to-”
“I am making room.”
“M-making room?”
“Hold him steady culo…this is harder then it looks.” Ezio was clearly amused by Cesare’s quivering body, he felt the heat from Micheletto’s nearby cock, yep…there was sufficient space and well, Ezio didn’t give a shit if there wasn’t.
“Mer-merda!” Micheletto shouted and now knew what was happening, his cock moved on its own, independent of his body and greeted Cesare’s crowded as willingly. He nudged then wiggled and if he had trouble, Ezio graciously held Cesare’s cheeks apart and giving Micheletto just a little more space to cram into.
Cesare screamed murder, his body tensed up beyond anything he felt before…two of them? TWO COCKS?! He had TWO COCKS in there…at once. He jerked and bucked from their differences and shot his load in succession, blinding pain, indescribable pain rippled from beneath him. How could he have two in there? Was he being stabbed? Sure as fuck felt like it, Ezio and Micheletto had the looks of absolute bliss on their faces. This wet tightness as they formed into Cesare was godly, neither moved and bluntly didn’t know HOW to move in this space? Then they looked at each other.
Well, no time like the present to learn, they were educated men after all.
One moved up.
One moved down.
And one melted into a sensual scream.
Teamwork, bloody teamwork was the name of the game here, they moved in turns where one pushed in and hit Cesare’s prostate the other followed in kind and DIO did they ever time it right. They were perfectly unison in their pursuit on who would ring Cesare’s bell the faster, hardest and loudest. He was losing his mind from this, how could Micheletto do this to him and how could he allow this Assassin to do this?
Cesare lost the ability to form words, he just knew he wanted more..more and with unknown strength…he squeezed his thighs around Micheletto so hard that it took his breath away. No, literally, Micheletto was having trouble breathing and he was getting scared, even after he came. He lost strength in his legs and well…
Fell back into the ground, taking Cesare and Ezio with him.

Fuck.
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