Smut Challenge~!

Camping(Ezio)

Ezio stared at his surroundings as he crouched on top of a tree branch. The air seemed still and the forest was quiet except the occasional wind blows and themoving  target that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of.

“Eyes up Ezio!” You yelled, causing the assassin to chuckle before shifting his eyes off of your almost nude form. You had begged him to take you to France, claiming that you could get back on your own.

You weren’t like any other Italian since your only reason for wanting to go to France was that you had friends there and he’d be damned if he didn’t escort you to the dirty place and check out these so called friends of yours.  Which eventually led to Ezio taking you through a forest for better safety.

“May I look now tentarice(temptress)?”

“No, you know I like to air dry.” You responded, wringing out your hair. Your makeshift changing room did nothing to shield your delicate body from Ezio’s keen eyes and you knew it, but you were sure that Ezio wouldn’t do anything.

You yelped in surprise as you felt strong arms press you back against durable cloth. White filled your peripherals and your heart almost leaped out of your chest as you felt Ezio bring you to the ground with him. Leaves crutched under his back as he moved your legs to straddle his waist, enjoying the view of your wet body.

“Ezio!” You scolded as Ezio smirked at you, rubbing circles on your damp hips.

“Not my fault that you’re a tease, mi amore.” Your body shivered as one hand slid between your thighs to cup your sex, moaning as his fingers delve in between your folds.

“Y-you’re horrible.” You moaned as he pulled out his throbbing member, only to teasingly press it against your wet folds.

“Oh, davvero(Oh really)?” You clutched to his white robe as he slowly penetrated your entrace, spreading and stretching your walls. He groaned once he was up to his hilt and immediately began bucking into your core. Your name escaped his lips countless times as he drilled into you and fondled your breast. The crutchy leaves surrounding you, flattened into little nature crumbs do to his constant bucking.

“M-mi amore!” Ezio hissed as you clutched tightly around his pulsing member, milking him as he shot his seed into you and kissing your hand when you climbed down for your own peak. You let your upper body collapse on top of him before circling patterns into his chest, a smirk present on your features.

“For someone whose job it is to be quiet, you were pretty rumoroso(loud), my darling.”