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Marcella moans, gripping his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Fuck! Please....please fill me up!' She pleads, making eye contact with him.

[From Marcella to Bayek]

The Roman Empress thinks she's seen Leonius among the pillars of the Imperial palace. She knows he's there, hiding in plain sight amongst the guards, servants and nobles, keeping an eye on their daughter and her.

It has been too long since she has been able to lay with the man, her core heating just from the thought of another passionate moment with him.

Dismissing her ladies, asking them to go check on her children, she makes her way down the halls towards her old chambers, pushing the door closed and leaning with her back against them as she removes her crown. "Leonius? You could have been caught!' She says, as she turns away to set the crown down in a safe place, and to remove her jewelry.

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The dark skinned Assassin is shrouded within the darkness behind the pillars, his white robes and hooded shroud making it a difficult task to witness him moving from place to place.

He wears a golden breastplate on his shoulder, rings on his fingers, a hidden blade near his arm and wrist, and his white hooded robes with a curved sword sheathed on his hip.

He knew this woman had a child with one of his apprentices. Leonius was a skilled Hidden One, but Bayek had decided that it was HIS turn to pay this... lustful woman a visit.

As she calls for Leonius, Bayek makes himself known, peering from the shadows of the woman's chambers, revealing his dark Egyptian skin. "He sent me in his stead to... keep you comfortable."

[oderintdummetuant]

Mijol leans into him, allowing her feet to drop off of the chair. She buries her face into his chest, not wanting to look at the woman any more.

"I'm tired..." she says. "I don't feel good."

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Jackson's shirt is grey, a longsleeve with the pyramid shaped Abstergo logo on the left side of the fabric along with grey sweatpants. His shoes are slides, nothing with strings or anything that could be used to help break him out of the Abstergo facilities. His hair is blonde with hazel eyes and pale skin, lean yet muscular body figure.

He sat the table full of fellow Abstergo patients prisoners, his eyes wandering over the concrete grey walls surrounding the lunch room which, granted, was quite clean and sanitary.

The doctor always told him that this place wasn't a prison but a rehabilitation center. Which to Jackson, was just a fancy word for prison.

Sitting next to his ally, Jackson kept his eyes looking forward, not wanting to draw attention to himself or his partner in crime. "They're getting closer." Jackson speaks. "They've been putting me in the Animus everyday. This time the fifteenth century." He explains. "My ancestor is looking for a piece of Eden. If they keep putting me back in the Animus-" he sighs, keeping himself calm.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what would happen if it turns out his ancestor had gotten ahold of a piece of Eden, or more importantly, what his ancestor had done with it.

"What about you? Anything new?"

[oderintdummetuant]

She moans at the feeling of Bayek's cum filling her core.

She smiles at Leonius when he comes to lay with her, moaning as he thrusts into her cum filled core.

"Fuck!" She curses, her eyes moving from him to Bayek.

[From Marcella to Bayek]

The Roman Empress thinks she's seen Leonius among the pillars of the Imperial palace. She knows he's there, hiding in plain sight amongst the guards, servants and nobles, keeping an eye on their daughter and her.

It has been too long since she has been able to lay with the man, her core heating just from the thought of another passionate moment with him.

Dismissing her ladies, asking them to go check on her children, she makes her way down the halls towards her old chambers, pushing the door closed and leaning with her back against them as she removes her crown. "Leonius? You could have been caught!' She says, as she turns away to set the crown down in a safe place, and to remove her jewelry.

@oderintdummetuant

The dark skinned Assassin is shrouded within the darkness behind the pillars, his white robes and hooded shroud making it a difficult task to witness him moving from place to place.

He wears a golden breastplate on his shoulder, rings on his fingers, a hidden blade near his arm and wrist, and his white hooded robes with a curved sword sheathed on his hip.

He knew this woman had a child with one of his apprentices. Leonius was a skilled Hidden One, but Bayek had decided that it was HIS turn to pay this... lustful woman a visit.

As she calls for Leonius, Bayek makes himself known, peering from the shadows of the woman's chambers, revealing his dark Egyptian skin. "He sent me in his stead to... keep you comfortable."

[oderintdummetuant]

"No. She says that it's too scary for me to hear about." Mijol says. She watches him doodle Leonius, then nods. "Promise."

She looks at him for a moment, before her gaze shifts to the wall. To her, it looked like a woman with blue and gold eyes stood there, a small smile on her features. There was a small pain growing in Mijol's chest but it felt like she couldn't move, no matter what she did.

Abagail moved closer to her descendant, kneeling down to eye level, brushing her hand over her face, as though attempting to push back strands of the girls hair.

↼Open starter⇁

Jackson's shirt is grey, a longsleeve with the pyramid shaped Abstergo logo on the left side of the fabric along with grey sweatpants. His shoes are slides, nothing with strings or anything that could be used to help break him out of the Abstergo facilities. His hair is blonde with hazel eyes and pale skin, lean yet muscular body figure.

He sat the table full of fellow Abstergo patients prisoners, his eyes wandering over the concrete grey walls surrounding the lunch room which, granted, was quite clean and sanitary.

The doctor always told him that this place wasn't a prison but a rehabilitation center. Which to Jackson, was just a fancy word for prison.

Sitting next to his ally, Jackson kept his eyes looking forward, not wanting to draw attention to himself or his partner in crime. "They're getting closer." Jackson speaks. "They've been putting me in the Animus everyday. This time the fifteenth century." He explains. "My ancestor is looking for a piece of Eden. If they keep putting me back in the Animus-" he sighs, keeping himself calm.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what would happen if it turns out his ancestor had gotten ahold of a piece of Eden, or more importantly, what his ancestor had done with it.

"What about you? Anything new?"

[oderintdummetuant]

She screams in pleasure as he stretches her, her eyes closing for a moment before opening and locking in Leonius.

She loves the feeling of him inside her, loves every button that he presses.

"Yes! Please...please! Yes!"

[From Marcella to Bayek]

The Roman Empress thinks she's seen Leonius among the pillars of the Imperial palace. She knows he's there, hiding in plain sight amongst the guards, servants and nobles, keeping an eye on their daughter and her.

It has been too long since she has been able to lay with the man, her core heating just from the thought of another passionate moment with him.

Dismissing her ladies, asking them to go check on her children, she makes her way down the halls towards her old chambers, pushing the door closed and leaning with her back against them as she removes her crown. "Leonius? You could have been caught!' She says, as she turns away to set the crown down in a safe place, and to remove her jewelry.

@oderintdummetuant

The dark skinned Assassin is shrouded within the darkness behind the pillars, his white robes and hooded shroud making it a difficult task to witness him moving from place to place.

He wears a golden breastplate on his shoulder, rings on his fingers, a hidden blade near his arm and wrist, and his white hooded robes with a curved sword sheathed on his hip.

He knew this woman had a child with one of his apprentices. Leonius was a skilled Hidden One, but Bayek had decided that it was HIS turn to pay this... lustful woman a visit.

As she calls for Leonius, Bayek makes himself known, peering from the shadows of the woman's chambers, revealing his dark Egyptian skin. "He sent me in his stead to... keep you comfortable."

[oderintdummetuant]

It's almost overstimulating, both of them taking turns to fuck her cunt.

She moans out curses her eyes rolling back her legs and body still shaking.

It's all she can do but plead for them to put their seed in her and fill her.

[From Marcella]

Empress Marcella Caesar walks down the halls of the Imperial palace, her children, a daughter named Julia and a son named Octavian beside her. Both, according to the Imperial family, were Caligula's.

Only she knew the truth, even if the rumors had circulated for a while.

Seeing a glimpse of Assassin's armor in her peripheral vision she smiled to herself, pressing a kiss to both of her children's heads before sending them off with their governess. Alone, she wandered down a hall, before slipping into her old chambers, a room that was rarely used...except for on occasions like this.

"Leonius?" She called quietly, feeling something in her core warm at the sound of his name.

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The Assassin dressed in white robes and small bits of armor looks through the point of his hood as he watches his daughter and secret wife move themselves through the palace, his eyes forever on a watchful and protective gaze for them both.

The Roman Assassin watched as his daughter and Marcella's other son were sent away, most likely because the woman could feel the presence of Leonius watching them from behind the numerous pillars and such.

He moved through the shadows, following the woman, slipping past guards like a silent cat before he finally is able to reach the woman's old chamber room.

The Assassin reveals himself, removing his hidden blade gauntlets, along with his hood which reveals his long black hair and handsome tan face. Leonius, approaching his lover, suddenly wraps a hand around the woman's throat tightly, bringing her close to him.

"I've waited too long for this..." he purred, a hand suddenly ripping the fabric of her dress. "I don't want to wait any longer Marcella.."

[oderintdummetuant]

Mijol looks at him for a moment before nodding excitedly. "She said that she was gonna show me something cool and then she did!" She giggles. "We jumped off a super tall building like a superhero!"

Her demeanor changes suddenly, and she pulls her knees to her chin as much as she can in this chair. "But then it hurt, and Miss Sofia had to stop and I had to take yucky medicine."

↼Open starter⇁

Jackson's shirt is grey, a longsleeve with the pyramid shaped Abstergo logo on the left side of the fabric along with grey sweatpants. His shoes are slides, nothing with strings or anything that could be used to help break him out of the Abstergo facilities. His hair is blonde with hazel eyes and pale skin, lean yet muscular body figure.

He sat the table full of fellow Abstergo patients prisoners, his eyes wandering over the concrete grey walls surrounding the lunch room which, granted, was quite clean and sanitary.

The doctor always told him that this place wasn't a prison but a rehabilitation center. Which to Jackson, was just a fancy word for prison.

Sitting next to his ally, Jackson kept his eyes looking forward, not wanting to draw attention to himself or his partner in crime. "They're getting closer." Jackson speaks. "They've been putting me in the Animus everyday. This time the fifteenth century." He explains. "My ancestor is looking for a piece of Eden. If they keep putting me back in the Animus-" he sighs, keeping himself calm.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what would happen if it turns out his ancestor had gotten ahold of a piece of Eden, or more importantly, what his ancestor had done with it.

"What about you? Anything new?"

[oderintdummetuant]

Marcella takes their cocks in her hands pumping them slowly, teasing them.

She first takes Leonius in her mouth, bobbing her head for a few moments before going to Bayek's and doing the same, repeating the process.

"I hope one of you gives me a baby tonight." She says after a moment, still pumping and teasing as though she's the one in control, not the two men.

[From Marcella to Bayek]

The Roman Empress thinks she's seen Leonius among the pillars of the Imperial palace. She knows he's there, hiding in plain sight amongst the guards, servants and nobles, keeping an eye on their daughter and her.

It has been too long since she has been able to lay with the man, her core heating just from the thought of another passionate moment with him.

Dismissing her ladies, asking them to go check on her children, she makes her way down the halls towards her old chambers, pushing the door closed and leaning with her back against them as she removes her crown. "Leonius? You could have been caught!' She says, as she turns away to set the crown down in a safe place, and to remove her jewelry.

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The dark skinned Assassin is shrouded within the darkness behind the pillars, his white robes and hooded shroud making it a difficult task to witness him moving from place to place.

He wears a golden breastplate on his shoulder, rings on his fingers, a hidden blade near his arm and wrist, and his white hooded robes with a curved sword sheathed on his hip.

He knew this woman had a child with one of his apprentices. Leonius was a skilled Hidden One, but Bayek had decided that it was HIS turn to pay this... lustful woman a visit.

As she calls for Leonius, Bayek makes himself known, peering from the shadows of the woman's chambers, revealing his dark Egyptian skin. "He sent me in his stead to... keep you comfortable."

[oderintdummetuant]

Marcella moans as she's fucked so good by Bayek, returning his kisses with ones matching in passion.

Shes cock drunk, wanting to be filled with both men's seed in her womb.

She takes Leonius into her mouth, bobbing her head down onto him in time with Bayeks thrusts into her cunt. Soon, she's shaking, eyes rolling back as she cums. Her legs and chest shake, and her moans and muted scream send vibrations to Leonius's cock.

[From Marcella]

Empress Marcella Caesar walks down the halls of the Imperial palace, her children, a daughter named Julia and a son named Octavian beside her. Both, according to the Imperial family, were Caligula's.

Only she knew the truth, even if the rumors had circulated for a while.

Seeing a glimpse of Assassin's armor in her peripheral vision she smiled to herself, pressing a kiss to both of her children's heads before sending them off with their governess. Alone, she wandered down a hall, before slipping into her old chambers, a room that was rarely used...except for on occasions like this.

"Leonius?" She called quietly, feeling something in her core warm at the sound of his name.

@oderintdummetuant

The Assassin dressed in white robes and small bits of armor looks through the point of his hood as he watches his daughter and secret wife move themselves through the palace, his eyes forever on a watchful and protective gaze for them both.

The Roman Assassin watched as his daughter and Marcella's other son were sent away, most likely because the woman could feel the presence of Leonius watching them from behind the numerous pillars and such.

He moved through the shadows, following the woman, slipping past guards like a silent cat before he finally is able to reach the woman's old chamber room.

The Assassin reveals himself, removing his hidden blade gauntlets, along with his hood which reveals his long black hair and handsome tan face. Leonius, approaching his lover, suddenly wraps a hand around the woman's throat tightly, bringing her close to him.

"I've waited too long for this..." he purred, a hand suddenly ripping the fabric of her dress. "I don't want to wait any longer Marcella.."

[oderintdummetuant]

Mijol's outfit is the same as his. Her dark brown hair is braided down her back, and her feet, wearing only her socks, her slides left somewhere forgotten. She kicks her feet back and forth as she works on a math paper, one that had doodles of smiling children in the corner.

The 5 year old looks up at the adult next to her not fully understanding what he was talking about, before replying, "I can count by fives now! 5...10...15...20...."

She smiles at Jackson, pushing her math page to him. "Lookie!" She says excitedly. "I did it!"

Her handwriting is shaky, her numbers mismatched in size. The page shows adding 2 to a number, and she had done relatively well, with only three problems wrong.

↼Open starter⇁

Jackson's shirt is grey, a longsleeve with the pyramid shaped Abstergo logo on the left side of the fabric along with grey sweatpants. His shoes are slides, nothing with strings or anything that could be used to help break him out of the Abstergo facilities. His hair is blonde with hazel eyes and pale skin, lean yet muscular body figure.

He sat the table full of fellow Abstergo patients prisoners, his eyes wandering over the concrete grey walls surrounding the lunch room which, granted, was quite clean and sanitary.

The doctor always told him that this place wasn't a prison but a rehabilitation center. Which to Jackson, was just a fancy word for prison.

Sitting next to his ally, Jackson kept his eyes looking forward, not wanting to draw attention to himself or his partner in crime. "They're getting closer." Jackson speaks. "They've been putting me in the Animus everyday. This time the fifteenth century." He explains. "My ancestor is looking for a piece of Eden. If they keep putting me back in the Animus-" he sighs, keeping himself calm.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what would happen if it turns out his ancestor had gotten ahold of a piece of Eden, or more importantly, what his ancestor had done with it.

"What about you? Anything new?"

[oderintdummetuant]

Marcella tries to return his kiss, moaning into his mouth as they move inside her.

It's the best feeling of pleasure she's ever experienced. A second orgasm quickly racing after the first, making her eyes roll back, her moans and yells of pleasure growing in pitch.

"Please..." she moans, "please fill me so good sirs..."

[From Marcella to Bayek]

The Roman Empress thinks she's seen Leonius among the pillars of the Imperial palace. She knows he's there, hiding in plain sight amongst the guards, servants and nobles, keeping an eye on their daughter and her.

It has been too long since she has been able to lay with the man, her core heating just from the thought of another passionate moment with him.

Dismissing her ladies, asking them to go check on her children, she makes her way down the halls towards her old chambers, pushing the door closed and leaning with her back against them as she removes her crown. "Leonius? You could have been caught!' She says, as she turns away to set the crown down in a safe place, and to remove her jewelry.

@oderintdummetuant

The dark skinned Assassin is shrouded within the darkness behind the pillars, his white robes and hooded shroud making it a difficult task to witness him moving from place to place.

He wears a golden breastplate on his shoulder, rings on his fingers, a hidden blade near his arm and wrist, and his white hooded robes with a curved sword sheathed on his hip.

He knew this woman had a child with one of his apprentices. Leonius was a skilled Hidden One, but Bayek had decided that it was HIS turn to pay this... lustful woman a visit.

As she calls for Leonius, Bayek makes himself known, peering from the shadows of the woman's chambers, revealing his dark Egyptian skin. "He sent me in his stead to... keep you comfortable."

[oderintdummetuant]

Marcella moans and yells, words long gone now as she cums, hard, over their cocks. Her legs shake, she gasps for air, her grip tightens on Leonius' shoulders.

[From Marcella to Bayek]

The Roman Empress thinks she's seen Leonius among the pillars of the Imperial palace. She knows he's there, hiding in plain sight amongst the guards, servants and nobles, keeping an eye on their daughter and her.

It has been too long since she has been able to lay with the man, her core heating just from the thought of another passionate moment with him.

Dismissing her ladies, asking them to go check on her children, she makes her way down the halls towards her old chambers, pushing the door closed and leaning with her back against them as she removes her crown. "Leonius? You could have been caught!' She says, as she turns away to set the crown down in a safe place, and to remove her jewelry.

@oderintdummetuant

The dark skinned Assassin is shrouded within the darkness behind the pillars, his white robes and hooded shroud making it a difficult task to witness him moving from place to place.

He wears a golden breastplate on his shoulder, rings on his fingers, a hidden blade near his arm and wrist, and his white hooded robes with a curved sword sheathed on his hip.

He knew this woman had a child with one of his apprentices. Leonius was a skilled Hidden One, but Bayek had decided that it was HIS turn to pay this... lustful woman a visit.

As she calls for Leonius, Bayek makes himself known, peering from the shadows of the woman's chambers, revealing his dark Egyptian skin. "He sent me in his stead to... keep you comfortable."

[oderintdummetuant]

Marcella moans as Bayek enters her, looking at Leonius is half closed eyes.

Shes shaking, the knot snapping as the older Hidden One presses into her and she yells a curse, her eyes rolling backward.

"Please...please"

[From Marcella]

Empress Marcella Caesar walks down the halls of the Imperial palace, her children, a daughter named Julia and a son named Octavian beside her. Both, according to the Imperial family, were Caligula's.

Only she knew the truth, even if the rumors had circulated for a while.

Seeing a glimpse of Assassin's armor in her peripheral vision she smiled to herself, pressing a kiss to both of her children's heads before sending them off with their governess. Alone, she wandered down a hall, before slipping into her old chambers, a room that was rarely used...except for on occasions like this.

"Leonius?" She called quietly, feeling something in her core warm at the sound of his name.

@oderintdummetuant

The Assassin dressed in white robes and small bits of armor looks through the point of his hood as he watches his daughter and secret wife move themselves through the palace, his eyes forever on a watchful and protective gaze for them both.

The Roman Assassin watched as his daughter and Marcella's other son were sent away, most likely because the woman could feel the presence of Leonius watching them from behind the numerous pillars and such.

He moved through the shadows, following the woman, slipping past guards like a silent cat before he finally is able to reach the woman's old chamber room.

The Assassin reveals himself, removing his hidden blade gauntlets, along with his hood which reveals his long black hair and handsome tan face. Leonius, approaching his lover, suddenly wraps a hand around the woman's throat tightly, bringing her close to him.

"I've waited too long for this..." he purred, a hand suddenly ripping the fabric of her dress. "I don't want to wait any longer Marcella.."

[oderintdummetuant]

Marcella's head tilts back, a load moan escaping her as they both fill her. It's a wonderful feeling...being so full.

She can feel her mind slipping, the only thing she's feeling or thinking of is the pleasure and tightening knot in her core.

She leans forward, gripping Leonius' shoulders and moaning into his ear.

[From Marcella to Bayek]

The Roman Empress thinks she's seen Leonius among the pillars of the Imperial palace. She knows he's there, hiding in plain sight amongst the guards, servants and nobles, keeping an eye on their daughter and her.

It has been too long since she has been able to lay with the man, her core heating just from the thought of another passionate moment with him.

Dismissing her ladies, asking them to go check on her children, she makes her way down the halls towards her old chambers, pushing the door closed and leaning with her back against them as she removes her crown. "Leonius? You could have been caught!' She says, as she turns away to set the crown down in a safe place, and to remove her jewelry.

@oderintdummetuant

The dark skinned Assassin is shrouded within the darkness behind the pillars, his white robes and hooded shroud making it a difficult task to witness him moving from place to place.

He wears a golden breastplate on his shoulder, rings on his fingers, a hidden blade near his arm and wrist, and his white hooded robes with a curved sword sheathed on his hip.

He knew this woman had a child with one of his apprentices. Leonius was a skilled Hidden One, but Bayek had decided that it was HIS turn to pay this... lustful woman a visit.

As she calls for Leonius, Bayek makes himself known, peering from the shadows of the woman's chambers, revealing his dark Egyptian skin. "He sent me in his stead to... keep you comfortable."

[oderintdummetuant]

"Ita! Ita! Im tam prope amica mea. Itaque prope cumming!" (Yes! Yes! I'm so close my love. So close to cumming!)

She tilts her head back to rest against the bed, panting and groaning. "So deep in me, my love...feels so good inside me..."

[From Marcella]

Empress Marcella Caesar walks down the halls of the Imperial palace, her children, a daughter named Julia and a son named Octavian beside her. Both, according to the Imperial family, were Caligula's.

Only she knew the truth, even if the rumors had circulated for a while.

Seeing a glimpse of Assassin's armor in her peripheral vision she smiled to herself, pressing a kiss to both of her children's heads before sending them off with their governess. Alone, she wandered down a hall, before slipping into her old chambers, a room that was rarely used...except for on occasions like this.

"Leonius?" She called quietly, feeling something in her core warm at the sound of his name.

@oderintdummetuant

The Assassin dressed in white robes and small bits of armor looks through the point of his hood as he watches his daughter and secret wife move themselves through the palace, his eyes forever on a watchful and protective gaze for them both.

The Roman Assassin watched as his daughter and Marcella's other son were sent away, most likely because the woman could feel the presence of Leonius watching them from behind the numerous pillars and such.

He moved through the shadows, following the woman, slipping past guards like a silent cat before he finally is able to reach the woman's old chamber room.

The Assassin reveals himself, removing his hidden blade gauntlets, along with his hood which reveals his long black hair and handsome tan face. Leonius, approaching his lover, suddenly wraps a hand around the woman's throat tightly, bringing her close to him.

"I've waited too long for this..." he purred, a hand suddenly ripping the fabric of her dress. "I don't want to wait any longer Marcella.."

[oderintdummetuant]

She moans at the man's grip in her hair, at the words he speaks. Her core clenches and quivers, and the knot tightens more and more with every thrust into her.

"Please...please...need you too..." she begs, moaning. Her eyes move to Bayek's face, "Tu sentis bonum intra me ... quaeso fac mecum cum ... placet." (You feel so good inside me, please make me cum...please)

[From Marcella to Bayek]

The Roman Empress thinks she's seen Leonius among the pillars of the Imperial palace. She knows he's there, hiding in plain sight amongst the guards, servants and nobles, keeping an eye on their daughter and her.

It has been too long since she has been able to lay with the man, her core heating just from the thought of another passionate moment with him.

Dismissing her ladies, asking them to go check on her children, she makes her way down the halls towards her old chambers, pushing the door closed and leaning with her back against them as she removes her crown. "Leonius? You could have been caught!' She says, as she turns away to set the crown down in a safe place, and to remove her jewelry.

@oderintdummetuant

The dark skinned Assassin is shrouded within the darkness behind the pillars, his white robes and hooded shroud making it a difficult task to witness him moving from place to place.

He wears a golden breastplate on his shoulder, rings on his fingers, a hidden blade near his arm and wrist, and his white hooded robes with a curved sword sheathed on his hip.

He knew this woman had a child with one of his apprentices. Leonius was a skilled Hidden One, but Bayek had decided that it was HIS turn to pay this... lustful woman a visit.

As she calls for Leonius, Bayek makes himself known, peering from the shadows of the woman's chambers, revealing his dark Egyptian skin. "He sent me in his stead to... keep you comfortable."

[oderintdummetuant]

"He doesn't want too..." Marcella moans, her eyes watching him lavish her. "You don't know how many times I've had to make myself cum...thinking of you..." she moans, the knot tightening in her core, making her pussy clench.

[From Marcella]

Empress Marcella Caesar walks down the halls of the Imperial palace, her children, a daughter named Julia and a son named Octavian beside her. Both, according to the Imperial family, were Caligula's.

Only she knew the truth, even if the rumors had circulated for a while.

Seeing a glimpse of Assassin's armor in her peripheral vision she smiled to herself, pressing a kiss to both of her children's heads before sending them off with their governess. Alone, she wandered down a hall, before slipping into her old chambers, a room that was rarely used...except for on occasions like this.

"Leonius?" She called quietly, feeling something in her core warm at the sound of his name.

@oderintdummetuant

The Assassin dressed in white robes and small bits of armor looks through the point of his hood as he watches his daughter and secret wife move themselves through the palace, his eyes forever on a watchful and protective gaze for them both.

The Roman Assassin watched as his daughter and Marcella's other son were sent away, most likely because the woman could feel the presence of Leonius watching them from behind the numerous pillars and such.

He moved through the shadows, following the woman, slipping past guards like a silent cat before he finally is able to reach the woman's old chamber room.

The Assassin reveals himself, removing his hidden blade gauntlets, along with his hood which reveals his long black hair and handsome tan face. Leonius, approaching his lover, suddenly wraps a hand around the woman's throat tightly, bringing her close to him.

"I've waited too long for this..." he purred, a hand suddenly ripping the fabric of her dress. "I don't want to wait any longer Marcella.."