Fork in the Road (Altair/Assassins Creed)

Chapter 7

Hana held her breath, not only because this was no ally entering, but she was surprised at how fast the Master Assassin had moved... and where he had moved to. She blushed at finding him almost completely on top of her, she was aware that one of his legs was positioned between hers – resulting in his crotch pressing into her upper thigh, and that one of his hands was wedged between both of their chests, cupping her right breast.

It was then that she was able to get a good look at the man beneath the hood. He was so tall that his face loomed over hers, and she could get a good look at his features.

It was the first time she had ever been close enough to appreciate a man, and to say that he was handsome was a complete understatement.

His chiselled facial structure and strong jawline had the young female blushing as red as her hair. The noticeable, vertical scar upon his lips sent a slight quiver through her spine and made her heart begin to pound in her chest. But it was his eyes that captivated her attention. They were the most unusual, yet gorgeous hazel she had ever seen and shone a vibrant amber in the light of the room.

But when he turned his head to look down at her, Hana then realised that if she could see his face, then he would definitely be able to see hers... and that she was blushing.

She turned her head to the side as the three figures stepped into the room.

The golden jewelry around the smooth olive skinned ankles and the delicate pale pink and lilac dresses; signaled two courtesans. The thick red cloak that deposited on the floor beside the bed - courtesy of the fat man - signified that it was her own Target in the chambers.

Hana sighed when she realized where this little encounter would be going, and she blushed upon realizing that she was under the object that the encounter would take place, with an incredibly handsome man to bear witness to the act with her.

On top of her.

The eldest De Reece brother collapsed onto the bed, the mattress sinking on top of Altair - pinning him completely flat against the female beneath him. Hana gasped for air underneath the weight of the two men, and the beginnings of cramp blossomed in her thigh.

"Cramp, cramp, cramp!" She gasped. "Move between my legs."

The Master Assassin raised a brow at her request, but obliged for the sake of his crushed privates. Hana struggled, but managed to move her leg outwards as Altair slid across her thigh and came to rest between her legs. Now that cramp was no longer a problem, Hana now worried that her gasping for breath would make it appear as though she was joining in with the act that was to happen above them. Altair managed to remove his hand from her breast, and slipped his arm underneath hers to relieve her from the pressure of his bracer, and from further embarrassment. Although, this had now put them in a complete missionary position, but at least the female could breathe somewhat easier.

But after the foreplay from above was over, the giggles turned into moans and the thrusting began.

The movement of the mattress above was making the Master Assassin rub up against the female. Both from the surprise of his sudden movement, and to prevent his dry humping, Hana clamped her thighs around Altair's hips. Hana's Target then threw the other whore down - further up the bed - before launching himself on top of her. Altair's chest sunk onto Hana's, and he grunted at the sudden pressure of an elbow digging into his back. Hana had to gasp for breath again - her legs had gone weak - and not only was Altair once again dry humping her, but her gasping for breath sounded as though she was the one getting pleasure from the act.

She then realized that the Master Assassin was silently laughing.

Laughing?

"What's so funny?" She whispered between gasps.

"Just relax." He whispered back, "Your muscles will go stiff if you keep tensing."

His voice was barely audible from the moaning and grunting above them, but Hana understood what he had said, especially as his mouth was right beside her ear; his cool breath on her neck sent tingles down her spine. She unclenched her thighs and allowed the movements from the bed above them, to include them. But the Master Assassin continued to laugh and Hana knew it was because of her gasping breaths and blushing face.

The man's release was absolutely disturbing and for a moment, Hana believed someone to have slaughtered a pig just outside - but no. It was her Target. Even Altair looked grossed out by the sound.

She grimaced, and she bet the whores did too because they both scurried out of the chambers before the fat man could request any extras. It wasn't much longer until a loud snoring filled the room, and Hana mentally cheered.

Before they knew it, the door to the chambers burst open and Altair sighed in annoyance when his Target then walked into the room.