Chapter 1: Buildup
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It wasn’t as if she asked for this. Growing up poor left her with little to work with. Becoming a Courtesan was always an option, sure. They made money, they had men show them what being ‘loved’ felt like. Hell, some of them actually might’ve been in love with each other. That wasn’t typically the kind of life she wanted.
By now, women her age were married, having families, continuing the family's legacies, but she didn’t have a family legacy to continue. She grew up an orphan and will always be an orphan. She lived her life pickpocketing nobles and the wealthy folk that roamed the streets during the day. By the time they would notice their misfortune, she’d be gone.
She would of course use that money to pay for her necessities, such as food, drink, and the occasional room at an inn, well… it was more of a brothel, but they provided beds if you paid! It was worth it to get off the streets if only for just a night.
It was worth it if only just for a night she didn’t have to sleep on a rooftop to avoid being raped or robbed. Even killed. Every time she spent those 15 florens, it was worth it for a night of comfort.
Tonight wasn’t one of those nights she’d be spending in comfort however. She’d used whatever money she’d left to her name to purchase a new weapon, some clothing, and of course some food. Of course all those things were needed…
“Once again Mattia, zuppa eccellente.1” She spoke, setting the empty wooden bowl beside her and dangling her legs off the edge of a stone fence, glancing down at the moonlit river.
She’d made lots of friends after living on the streets for the past 10 years. The day she became 16, she was tossed out of the orphanage and put on her own. Even prior to that, she’d made friends with the locals, and tried with the nobles. But what noble wanted to be friends with a dirty orphan girl who’d not a penny to their name?
“If only you made your bread half as good.” She mumbled, glancing towards the small baguette resting beside the bowl before grimacing. Whenever bread wasn’t directly bought from a baker, it was hard as a rock. Stale. But… the bakers always sold their stale bread at half the price…
“Hey, you can’t be sitting there.”
She turned around slightly before rising to her feet and collecting her bowl and hard loaf of bread. “Says who?” She questioned the armored guard that’d approached her, his sword sheathed at his side and glinting dangerously in the moonlight.
“Me. Get moving before we have an issue.”
A sigh escaped her lips before she brushed past the guard and started towards a ladder to the rooftops. “Sei un fottuto idiota.” She mumbled under her breath before setting the bowl on a nearby bench and tucking the stale baguette beneath her coat.
Getting to the rooftop made her feel like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. Of course, the guards stationed on said rooftops would be an issue, but… she’d always make quick work in getting rid of them. Whether it was sneaking up behind them and stabbing them, or simply kicking them off the rooftop…
Her eyes scanned the area for a moment before she took a deep breath and began to run, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, grabbing ledges to prevent falls, rolling to make sure she didn’t put full force on her legs when landing, not that it took all the pain out of it.
It wasn’t long before she’d reached the edge of Rome’s city limits, a vast look of the countryside lying ahead. It made her body feel at peace, this being a rare sight she gave herself. Being in the city limits just made things… easier.
She took a seat on a roof edge and simply sighed, pulling the baguette from her coat and breaking it in half. “What a better view, I guess.” She mumbled, holding up one end of the baguette to the moon before taking a small bite, crumbs practically going everywhere on her pants.
“Let me guess, you got the bread from Mattia?”
She nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice, the one end of the baguette falling from her hands and landing on the ground below, not that it was her biggest concern at the moment.
Turning around she nearly stepped back off the rooftop, if not for his quick grab at her hips, tugging her body into his own.
“Woah, Si rilassi, signora2” He spoke with a soft chuckle, taking a slight step back and releasing his grasp on her waist. “‘I’ve seen you around often.”
“I sleep on the rooftops often.” She spoke nervously, tilting her head in an attempt to get a better look beneath his hood covered face. “You’re the assassino that everyone talks about… judging by the attire.”
He chuckled once again, slowly tugging his hood back and crossing his arms over his chest. “Ezio Auditore at your service.” He spoke, a smug grin crossing his lips.
“Ezio…” She spoke his name softly before widening her eyes a bit. “You’re THE assassino! I’ve heard so many stories about you.” She clasped her hands together.
“I’m going to assume not many of them are good?”
“You’d be correct. I’m Valentina.” She bowed her head slightly, and took a peak over the edge at the now broken half of the baguette. “You’re lucky I have another half, by the way. Fottuto stronzo3”
“Rilassati, signora2. I can get you something better than that merda.”
“As much as I would appreciate that, Signor Ezio, I’ve not much gold to my name.” Valentina laughed a little, Pulling the spare half of the baguette from her jacket and taking a bite from it, wincing at the pain it caused her teeth.
“Allow me to pay.” He offered, grabbing the remaining baguette from her hand and tossing it over his shoulder.
“Hey! You know, you’re a lot more of an arrogante testa di cazzo4 then people make you out to be.”
Ezio approached Valentina again for a moment, leaning in close to her face before chuckling softly. “Ah, but the ladies love it~ Especially the ones with long black hair, such as yours. Just my type, might I mention~”He whispered before pulling his hood back up again and stepping away.
Valentina felt her cheeks turn red and she had to look away from him quickly in an effort to not let him catch notice. “You think you can keep up? I see you running those rooftops and you’re usually pretty good.” Ezio spoke up again, approaching the edge of the rooftop.
“Try me.” She mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest for a moment.
With that, he jumped off the edge of the rooftop, causing Valentina to rush over. Sure enough, the Assassin was fine, climbing out of a cart of hay below them. “You’re… Fottutamente pazzo5!” She called down to him before cursing under her breath. She was really going to risk her life for a hot meal that didn’t taste like shit?
“C’mon! You’ll be fine, just land on your back!” Ezio called up before starting to run towards the wall that bordered the city from the farmland, jumping over it within seconds.
Valentina cursed herself before taking a small step back then leaping off the edge of the roof, doing what Ezio had said and landing on her backside into the thick layer of hay.
She climbed out after a second of making sure she was still alive before running in the same direction as the assassin, following him down the cliffside slowly and jumping off the last few feet, rolling on the ground in the process.
He brought his fingers to his lips before giving a loud whistle then turning towards his new friend. “I’m surprised you’ve not signed up for our cause.” He stated, holding out his hand as a black horse ran to his side, his fingers looping around the reigns.
“And… care to explain what exactly your cause is?” She cocked a brow, watching Ezio climb into the saddle.
“Well, at the moment, we aim to liberate Roma from the Borgia.” He explained, holding a hand out to Valentina, who gladly used his aid to climb up behind him.
“Really? You’re going to rid this place of the Borgia? Molto dubbio6.”
“How so?”
Valentina wrapped her arms around his waist loosely as he began lead the horse down the stone path through the countryside.”Well, for starters, you’re very arrogant and smug, you have too much faith in your own abilities, and… not to mention the fact that you’re up against an entire army.” She spoke, rolling her eyes.
“I can show you some of my abilities if you’d like~” Ezio lowered his voice a tad deeper, releasing one of his hands from the reins and placing it behind him to rest it upon Valentina’s knee.
“I’d like you to keep your hands to yourself, Pervertito sporco7. I’m too hungry and-” She quieted herself before shoving his hand from where it rested. “Don’t want to lose myself to the likes of you, that’s for sure.”
“Ah, so you’re-”
“Yes, and we don’t need to discuss it further.” She yanked the lock of Ezio’s hair from inside his hood, causing him to mutter a curse under his breath. “Where are you taking me anyways.”
“I’ve managed to establish quite a few little guilds in my time here. I didn’t think you would like to be surrounded by half-naked women, or thieves, so I’m bringing you to a mercenaries guild. Their cook makes rather great soup and not to mention, they buy their bread fresh instead of saving a few florens. The chef doesn’t like to cut corners.” He explained grasping the reins with both hands again.
“Well, you’re right. It’s better than the other two you’ve spoken of.” Valentina mumbled, sliding her hands back on his sides a bit, her fingers trailing along the delicate craftsmanship of his outfits’ metalwork.
“I feel your fingers there, admiring?”
“I wish to know who did the metal work of your outfit. It’s quite… amazing.” She replied, her fingers moving to brush against the metal creed symbol he dawned just above his waistline.
“I do not know, unfortunately. I was given this outfit when I first got to Roma. I’ve had it dyed by a tailor, but other than that, no modifications have been made.” He explained moving a hand over Valentina’s.
“I was about to ask a question. Don't most of the assassinos dawn white instead of red and black?”
Ezio stifled a laugh. “Yes. We do. I’ve even recruited several of us, and they all dawn white. It gets dirty rather quickly, and well, blood is pretty easy to see with white. So, I switched to red and black.”
“It makes you look like a leader, at least.” Valentina mumbled, slowly drawing her hand away from his waist and placing them back on his hips. “How much further?”
“Hungry?” Ezio jokes, riding through a ruined archway into what remains of a small village. “We’re here.” He spoke, guiding his horse to a nearby stable before climbing off, holding his hand up to Valentina once more.
“I’ve been eating stale bread and luke-warm soup for… practically my entire life. I wish to know why this chef is so great.” She spoke, brushing Ezio’s hand away and climbing off the horse, brushing her coat down slightly and adjusting her hair over her shoulders.
“I know they’re not thieves, but I would suggest you keep your money close.” He spoke before leading Valentina towards the door to the ruin-like building.
The closer she’d gotten, the more she could smell the amazing food from inside, which in turn made her stomach growl. Her right hand went to her stomach and she had to force herself not to practically drool from the smell. It was the best thing she’s ever experienced, and she has yet to even eat!
“Singora, hurry along, will you?” Ezio called, glancing over his shoulder at Valentina for a moment before opening the door to the guild hall.
“Sorry!” She exclaimed, rushing to his side quickly and stepping foot into the hall. It was… well, it was as she’d expected a mercenary hall to look like.
There were contracts pinned to a board on the right, several tables that were occupied by who she assumed were some of the mercenaries, and a bar in the far back, where a brutal looking man seemed to be working.
“Relax.” Ezio spoke softly, placing a hand on Valentina’s shoulder for a moment before removing his hood and starting towards the bar.
The people took a look towards Ezio before seemingly returning to their conversations, or whatever they had been doing prior to their entry. “Ezio! What can I do for you, mio amico 8 !”
The assassin glanced over his shoulder once again before grabbing Valentina’s hand and tugging her to his side. “Marcus, I require that new food you’ve made up the other evening for me.”
“Ah! I finally have a name for it. It’s going to be called Gnocchi. Made from fresh potatoes and flour! I’ve even made a special sauce for it now, you must try! ” The chef replied, an eagerness to his tone before he gestured to an empty table. “It’ll take me just a few as I must cook you a batch. On the house, as usual, mio amico 8 .”
Ezio gave a simple nod before leading Valentina to the table and taking a seat. She sat down rather slowly, placing a hand on her growling stomach. “Fanculo9, how long is this going to take…” She complained.
The assassin raised a brow and gave a slight chuckle. “How many more ways are you going to impress me tonight? Such a mouth on a lady.”
“In case you’ve not noticed, I’m not exactly the most… classy.” She responded, rolling her eyes.
“Well, I can work with that.” He smirked, leaning on the table slightly.
“Work yourself.” Valentina glanced to his arm brace and gestured to it. “May I… um look at it? I won’t steal it, don’t worry.”
Ezio glanced to his arm brace before slowly removing it from his arm and placing it on the table. “Be careful.” His voice became more stern, watching closely as the woman in front of him picked up the hidden weapon.
“This is how you… do most of your assassinations, no?” She spoke, examining it closely, her fingers tracing over the intricate design work slowly. “Who-”
“A friend made this… years ago back when I was living in Firenze. He’s made adjustments to it, of course, but it’s quite old. I was but a teenager when this was crafted.”
“Firenze.” She spoke the name of his home in a soft tone, gently setting the hidden blade back upon the table. “I’ve… never heard of such a place.”
“You keep finding ways to shock me, sinora. I must know, how’d you find yourself living this kind of life? Sleeping on rooftops and eating poorly concocted food. You’re too beautiful to be subjected to this.”
Valentina scoffed. “Is this how you get women into bed with you? Take them for some food, sweet talk them?”
“Most of the time, I don’t need to try so hard.” He spoke, replacing the hidden blade upon his wrist. “I’m actually quite curious about your story. You could’ve become a Courtesan.”
“I don’t know if I should slap you or not.” She rolled her eyes again before sighing. “I grew up in an orphanage with nearly a hundred others. My father died in battle and my mother was raped and killed. When my house was taken by the bank, they pushed me to an orphanage where I spent 13 years of my life.” Valentina explained loosely. “Mancava Dio in un posto simile10. I’ve no faith, so I can’t turn to the church for help. Who’d want to marry someone who lacks a single Floren to their name, not to mention.”
Ezio leaned back in his chair. “You could join us.”
Valentina didn’t have time to think of another response before two bowls were placed on the table, a fork soon after. “Godetevi i miei amici 11 !” Marco spoke, placing a hand on each of their shoulders for a moment before returning back behind the bar.
She glanced down at the food before picking up the fork and stabbing a few pieces of the gnocchi. “It feels so… squishy.” She mumbled under her breath before blowing off the steam and placing it in her mouth.
In an instant, her eyes lit up and she quickly took another bite, then another, and another. Ezio barely had time to eat nearly half his bowl before she had finished, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied hum.
“I take it you enjoyed yourself?” He questioned, chuckling softly and taking another bite from his own bowl.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” She stated, laughing nervously while using the back of her hand to wipe away the red sauce that stained the corners of her mouth.
“I’ve been told I don’t disappoint.” He mused, giving the raven haired woman a wink.
“You’re charming, you know that?”
“Wow, a nice word. I’ve always heard women are in better moods after they eat.”
“You can’t go two seconds without being a stronzo compiaciuto12, can you?”
“Not in my blood, singora.”
It wasn’t long before the two of them were full, Ezio leaving a small pile of Florens on the table, before they had both exited the guild hall.
“Grazie13, signor Ezio.” Valentina spoke, walking beside the assassin.
“You never responded to my offer earlier.” He responded, grabbing her arm gently and tugging her into him slightly, placing his free hand on her hip.
Her cheeks became a slight crimson color, one hand going to his chest. “Why?”
“Besides the fact that… your skills could become useful… wouldn’t it be better then sleeping on rooftops or risking your virtue everytime the moon rises?”
“Ah, my virtue. That’s what you care about?” She scoffed. “I’ve no real skills to you, by the way. I would hardly say I can fight, and I’m simply a petty thief at this point.”
“You jumped into that hay cart. Without any fear in your eyes. I only know a handful that’d do such a thing. As for your fighting skills, well… we can always train you. That’s not exactly a hard thing to do.” He explained, gently grabbing her chin and tilting it up.
They locked eyes for a moment before Valentina pushed him back slightly and laughed nervously, starting towards the stables. “What if I say no?”
Ezio followed her quickly before grabbing her arm once again, this time though, he gently pressed her back into a beam so she couldn’t get away from him. “I’m not saying I’ll force you, but…” He rested his arm above her head, nearly towering over her figure. “I won’t stop pestering you about it.”
“Merda persistente14, aren’t you?” Valentina bit her bottom lip, moving a hand to Ezio’s hip and gripping at his coat gently.
“You know it’d be better than living out on the streets. You’ll actually have a place to stay, a hot meal every evening…” He lowered his head slightly, their faces mere inches apart. “I’ll be around~”
“Because every girl needs more of you.” She muttered, gulping nervously from their closeness. “How often will I be forced to see you?”
“I can stop by every evening, just for you amore mio15.”
His hand gripped her side a bit firmer, pressing her back harder into the wooden beam. He took another step so their bodies were practically touching at this point. “Amore mio15…” Valentina whispered softly, her heart quickening its pace. “Don’t go calling me that yet…” She whispered, glancing to his lips before locking eyes with him.
“Yet?” He chuckled breathlessly, lowering his face into the crook of her neck, whispering against her skin. “So there’s a chance?”
“It’s a faint possibility.” She mumbled, shivering from his breath on her neck. “You’re intriguing…”
“Is that all?” Ezio mumbled again, starting to place soft kissed upon her neck.
“N-No. I-I mean, you’re… handsome. A-and, you… really have a way of words.”
Another breathy laugh against her neck, the warmth making Valentina shiver once again.”Don’t forget I’m a pervertito, compiaciuto, arrogante, stronzo16.” He whispered, biting down gently just above her shoulder.
“Yes. T-That too.” She gritted her teeth, letting out a breathy moan before she brought a hand to her mouth and silenced herself quickly.
“Fanculo9, all you gotta do is say yes~” He slid his hand down her hip a bit before slipping it beneath her coat, getting more of a feel on her body beneath her shirt.
“And appease you? No.” She spoke, lowering her hand.
“Tesoro17, I want you. With me.” He moved to the left side of her neck, placing yet another gentle bite just above her shoulder. “How much more convincing do I need to give?”
Valentina whined again, her left hand going to his hips as well, tugging him even closer, their lower bodies pressing against each other snug. She wanted him. He knew that by now. She wanted to give herself up to this man she just met only 2 hours ago. Is this how most woman feel around him?
“Promise you won’t come to bug me every single evening?” She whispered, digging her nails into his sides gently.
“I can’t promise that… Especially not now.” He replied, gently grinding himself against her, wanting nothing more than to just take her in the top of the stable. “You’ve caught my attention, now you’re stuck with me~”
“E-Ezio…” She whispered his name softly, forcing back the moans that wanted to part through her lips.
“C’mon, tesoro17. You’ll have a bed, your own room~ How much more do I need to say? If it’ll really help, I’ll even just have you stay at my hideout instead~” He brushed her hair to the side, biting her earlobe gently before trailing kisses down the left side of her neck.
The feeling was starting to get way too overwhelming. She’d never experienced such a thing before after all. This was all new and…well, it was rather nerve wracking. “F-Fine. J-Just…” She raised her left leg up slightly, giving him a better angle to press his lower half against her own, grinding himself against her even harder.
“I wanna hear you whisper my name again…” He spoke softly, digging his fingers even harder into her side.
Valentina moved to rest her head against his shoulder, biting down on his coat for a moment before uttering his name through a soft moan. “E-Ezio…”
With a deep chuckle, he pulled back slightly and grabbed her chin, pulling her into a soft kiss. “Come. I’ll take you to my hideout in the city.” He whispered before fully stepping away and pulling his hood up, as if what they had just been doing didn’t occur.
Valentina struggled to even her breaths as she pressed her legs together and moved her hair to cover her neck. Things like this happening between an unwed couple… it was a sin in the eyes of the people. In the eyes of their God.
But it felt so fucken right to someone who had no faith.
They had gotten to the hideout just as the moon hit peak in the sky. Ezio climbed off his horse before helping Valentina to the ground. Not one word about what had happened between them was exchanged, just normal conversation. It was as if their interaction had no effect on him. It did, she knew it did. She felt what their interaction was doing to him.
“Always make sure you aren’t being followed when coming here, clear?” He spoke sternly, glancing around for a moment before pushing open the door.
With a quick nod, the raven haired woman entered and started down the stone steps. His hideout was… nicer than she expected. It displayed his weapons, the other outfits he’s acquired among his journey here, and several sets of armor. On the far right was a normal looking bed, red and black sheets, matching pillows.
“Also, in two days, you’re to start meeting with the others at the edge of town. Where we met.” He explained, lowering his hood again and leaning back against the wall. “You’re free to stay here, as per our agreement, but if you wish to stay closer with the others, you’re free to that option as well.”
Valentina gave a slow nod, listening to his words while walking around the base and examining each and every piece of equipment. “You’ve acquired a lot since being here.”
Ezio chuckled a little. “I don’t use much of this any more.” He patted his sword at his side before gesturing towards the displays. “Feel free to equip yourself with whatever you're comfortable with.” He glanced over his shoulder back at the door.
“I have some things I need to attend to, things you’ll learn about in due time.” He approached her, gently grabbing her arm before turning her body towards his. “I will see you soon, tesoro.” He lowered his voice again, placing a gentle kiss upon her lips.
As he left, she couldn’t help but watch. She wanted to ask him to stay so they could…
They just met. It wouldn’t be right. This was for the best. So she watched him just leave and she had to get acquainted with her new lifestyle. Maybe this was for the better in the end.
Words! Incase ya’ll need them! I just numbered every Italian word… so (It’s mostly just curses. I promise)
1-excellent soup
2-Relax, ma'am
3-Fucking asshole
4-arrogant dickhead
5-Fucking crazy
6-Very doubtful
7-Dirty pervert
8-my friend
9-Fuck
10-God was missing in such a place
11-Enjoy my friends
12-smug asshole
13-Thank You
14-Persistent shit
15-My Love
16-perverted, smug, arrogant, asshole
17-Darling
Chapter 2: Finale
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“C’mon, Valentina! I won’t get hurt, but you need to just strike!”
A huff escaped the raven haired woman's mouth, her eyes glinting towards Ezio before going to the wooden sword in her hands. He’s not going to get hurt. She knows he’s not going to get hurt.
A gentle snowfall began to collect in her hair, but she shook her head and gripped the hilt of the sword tighter, getting into a deflective stance. The pair exchanged glances before the assassin lunged in her direction.
With quick movement, she blocked his attack and forced his sword up before kicking him in the stomach. As he doubled over for the slight moment, she made her move and quickly pressed the tip of the wooden blade against his stomach.
A smirk crossed his lips as he placed a hand on his stomach, the other going up. “My assassins seem to be training you well, amore mio.”
“Stop calling me that.” She mumbled under her breath before yanking the wooden sword back and dropping it into the snow covered ground.
It’s been 3 months since Valentina was recruited into the league of assassins. Three months since she started training under Ezio Auditore. Three months and she keeps finding that everytime she sees this man, she falls further and further in love with him. Whether it was from how he made her feel, or how much he teased and taunted her, she found herself more and more attracted to him.
Ezio cocked a brow at her outburst, watching her walk off for a moment before placing his hands on his hips. He glanced over the snow covered farmlands for a moment before hurrying to catch up. “Hey, what’s going on? Did I do something?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Si! No… I don’t know.” She spoke up, kicking the snow a bit before walking towards the horse stables. She stomped the snow from the top of her boots before approaching a brown horse, reaching a hand out to gently rub the mare's nose.
“Valentina-” Ezio grabbed her arm in a firm grasp, turning her body to face his.
“You never come around anymore. Lately you’ve… been gone a lot and…”
The assassin raised a brow before a sly smirk crossed his lips. “Oh, I see. You miss having me around, don’t you?”
“I-I-No!” She protested before looking away from him. “Okay, Si… I miss you at least stopping by. I understand that you have important matters that require your attention far more than my own, but-”
He chuckled, a slight deepness hidden within. “Valentina~” He moved a hand to her hip, slightly pushing her against the stable wall. “Just admit that you like me, and we can move on from these games.”
Her eyes widened slightly and instantly her heart began to skip a beat. It felt as if she was being put in the same position as last time, when he got her to join his little troupe. All the whispering, the kisses, the way he ground himself desperately against her.
“I-I have nothing to admit to, idiota.” She looked away from him, her cheeks red. “Must you keep… doing this?” Not that she’d complain…
Ezio placed an arm above her head, practically pinning her against the wall again. “I know about the journal. All those.. Things you’ve written about.” He spoke, brushing her hair away from her neck, a soft groan parting through his lips. Just being this close to her made his cock harden beneath his clothing.
“I-those… why-”
“The book fell when I was moving things around. I couldn’t help myself. You love me. I know you do. Should I recite the exact line that I keep playing over in my head?”
“W-What line?”
“How you wish I would come around more… we could lay beside each other in my bed… You want me to whisper in your ear while I slowly strip-”
“Va bene, Va bene! Si, I-I wish you came around more. I-I miss having you around so much. I-I wish… I could feel the way I felt…” She trailed off, biting her bottom lip.
“When we first met?” He moved a hand to her hip, lowering his face into the crook of her neck. “Tesoro, I’ve been wanting you since that night~” He whispered, starting to breathe against her skin, sending those same chills down her spine as he’s done previously. He wanted to fuck her now more then ever, his body aching for it.
“T-Then why…” She breathed softly, that familiar tingling sensation creeping into her nerves once again.
“Because, you’re…” He trailed off and gently grabbed her chin. “I want you to tell me when you’re ready…”
At least he cared about the fact that she was an innocent soul. As badly as he wanted her, he wasn’t going to make an attempt at pressuring her into finally giving him something so precious.
“Ezio…” Valentina whispered his name softly, moving a hand to his hip and tugging his body closer so she could feel his warmth. “I keep thinking about the way you made me feel that night… “ She started, biting her bottom lip as she felt him press his lower half against her own, eyes widening slightly at the fact that she could feel the erection in his pants.
“Is that what you want, Amore mio?”
“Si. I-I want you to be the one… who…” She trailed off, a soft gasp parting through her lips as she felt her lover began to gently grind against her again, except compared to last time, he was much more needy.
“We should get out of this cold before you get sick…” He whispered, gently placing a kiss on her lips and sliding one hand down to her left leg and lifting it up just enough to give him a better angle at pressing himself even closer.
He let out a soft groan as she moved a hand to the back of his head, tugging at his hair through his hood. Her soft whines were muffled against his lips, hips following suit of his own.
Ezio pulled back after a moment to hide his face in the crook of her neck, trailing kisses down to her shoulder before giving another gentle nip. He pressed his lower half harder against her own, wanting to rid themselves of the barrier. It was getting harder and harder for him to maintain his composure.
“E-Ezio…” Valentina breathed out softly, bringing a hand to his shoulder and gripping it slightly. “N-Not here… p-please.” She begged.
The assassin let out a pained groan, his fingers digging into her hips slightly. “I-I know, tesoro.” He mumbled, forcing himself to stop before gently hitting the wall above her head. “You have… no idea how badly…” He spoke between uneven breaths, placing a hand on her abdomen.
“I-I do. Believe me.” She whispered, grabbing his hips, forcing them back slightly. “I can feel… it…” Their eyes locked, her hand going to press on the center of his chest. “But like you said… I don’t want to risk getting sick.”
A slight smile crossed Valentina’s lips as she pulled away from Ezio, approaching one of the horse stables and opening it. “Just think how much… better it’ll be in the comfort of your bed.” She teased, grabbing the reins and gently guiding the horse towards the stable exit.
“Sarai la mia morte.” Ezio mumbled before taking a deep breath and following suit, taking the reins from Valentina’s hands and climbing on. With his extended hand, she climbed on the horse behind him and slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her chest snug against his back.
“Please be quick…” She mumbled against his back, placing a gentle kiss on its center.
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Ezio pushed the door open and led his new lover down the stone steps. He removed his hood before starting to strip his coat, hanging it over a nearby chair and blowing out a few of the lit candles, causing the final candles to cast a dim light.
Valentina sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, twiddling her thumbs before she leaned down and began to remove the wool boots she’d worn.
“Valentina…” Ezio spoke, approaching her and gently pulling her to her feet. “Are you sure? This isn’t exactly something you can take back. I want you, badly, believe me, but-”
“I-I know.” She spoke softly, sliding her hands to his chest, playing with the strings dangling from his shirt. “Stop asking me.” She whispered. “I understand the consequences that come with this, but… I don’t expect myself to be searching for a husband… anytime soon.”
The assassin stood there for a moment, as if he was contemplating. “Any man would be lucky to have you, regardless…” He whispered, moving his hands towards the buttons that held her coat closed. How he wished he could be the man to keep her to himself, but he couldn’t be. Not with the life he leads.
His fingers played with the buttons for a moment before slowly sliding the coat down her arms and pulling it away, gently dropping it to the floor. “You’re so fearless…” It was the only thing he could say that seemed appropriate. He had to go at this slowly, scared that taking this too fast would cause more harm than good.
“I’m not.” She mumbled, sliding her hands to his shoulders as he slowly leaned her back on the bed. “I’m scared more than anything right now.”
“I don’t want you to be.” He murmured, placing a kiss on her lips while moving a hand to untie the strings that held her pants up.
“I’m really trying not to be…” She responded, cupping Ezio’s cheeks in her hands as he started to slowly tug her pants down.
“I’m going to be careful…” He whispered, turning his head slightly to kiss her palm.
She propped herself up on her elbows before leaning up to capture his lips into a tender kiss. To him this was a feeling of reassurance. Something that told him that she would be okay regardless.
“Come here…” He mumbled, moving to her side and laying back, resting an arm out. She backed up further on the bed, laying her head on his arm and placing a hand on his abdomen.
His hands ran slowly up and down her arms, their bodies snuggled up close to provide each other with warmth. “You know, you’re really beautiful~” He whispered, slowly sliding his hand beneath her shirt, trailing his fingers along her bare stomach.
With a slight shiver, Valentina simply huddled closer against him, biting her bottom lip. “You don’t have to keep complimenting me. I’m already laying next to you… half naked.” She mumbled, glancing towards her bare legs before looking away from Ezio.
He laughed a little, sliding his hand down her stomach and slowly inching it between her legs. “This is what you wanted, no? For me to be nice and slow, whisper in your ear…” He spoke.
She tensed up instantly upon feeling his hand brush against her pussy through the clothing that protected her, shivering from the sensation that filled her nerves. “I find this a little unfair… you still have pants on.” Valentina Whispered, sliding a hand towards the wasteland of his pants.
Ezio stifled a laugh before propping himself on an elbow. iIf you're all about fairness… though, i'm not wearing anything beneath these…” He sat up a bit before working his pants from his body, kicking them to the ever-growing pile of clothing. “But now it’s a little unfair on my end.”
She scoffed before sitting up and nervously removing her panties, tossing them into the same pile of clothing. “Better?” She murmured, turning away from him and gently tugging the blanket up to her chest.
“Much~” He murmured, leaning closer and placing a passionate kiss on her lips, moving his hand between her legs.
Val moaned quietly in response, pushing their kiss deeper for a moment and pressing her legs closed, locking his hands between them.
“Relax…” He whispered softly, moving his face into her neck and starting to trail kisses down towards her shoulder. “Tensoro…” He whispered again, this time gently biting down on her shoulder, near the strap to her bra.
Valentina let out a shaky breath, her legs slowly loosening their grip on his hand while she moved a hand towards his hip, her nails digging into his side almost instantly. “I-I’m sorry…” She whispered, hiding her face into his own neck.
Her body locked up instantly as he moved his hand further up her inner thigh, gently brushing his fingers against her folds before brushing his thumb against her clit ever so slightly. “Don’t apologize… It’s okay.” He whispered in response.
Her nails dug harder into his hip, a soft whine parting through her lips. “D-Don’t… toy with me, Ezio…” She mumbled, her free hand gripping the bed sheet below them in a tight grip.
“Valentina, take a deep breath and just relax…” Ezio spoke through a soft chuckle, slowly sliding his middle finger into her -, causing a soft moan in response.
He shifted their position slightly, moving her to her back so he was hovering over her body. With one hand, he lifted up her bra, exposing her tits. The coldness that hit her bare skin made her shiver, her nipples growing hard under the sensation. A soft chuckle parted through his lips before he leaned his head down, capturing one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Ezio! W-What are you-” She started, moving a hand towards the back of his head and tangling her fingers into his hair. He gave another chuckle, vibrating her skin against his lips before starting to slowly slide a second finger into her pussy.
Valentina closed her eyes slowly, Her hands tangling in his hair and giving soft occasional tugs. He continued giving her right nipple attention before switching to the left, slowly beginning to pump his fingers in and out of her pussy.
Her moans slowly increased in volume, hands tightening upon the locks of his hair. “D-Don't stop… please…” She murmured with a lustful tone.
With her words, he stopped, but only for a split moment as he added a third finger into her pussy and pressed his thumb against her clit. The pumping of his fingers continued not a second later, only now his thumb was making gentle circular motions against her clit.
“E-Ezio~!”
She moaned out his name, causing him to curl his fingers, making sure he brushed against her G-spot as much as possible.
This made her pussy tense up around his fingers instantly, her juices coating them until they were able to move in and out with ease. There was little to no resistance for them now as he continued to toy and tease her.
Her toes curled in response, her soft breaths turning into uneven pants. She didn't know what to say, wanting this feeling to continue forever. It felt like Heaven, if such a thing existed.
“S-Stop this! P-Please! I-I can't… take it anymore…” She whined, biting down on her bottom lip and moving her hands to cover her face.
Indeed. The feeling was getting too overwhelming. This was her first time doing anything along these lines. Her heart was beating faster than ever and she couldn't stop the most dirtiest of sounds from forcing their way out of her mouth.
He pulled back from her nipple, leaving it once again exposed to the cold air. “Do You not like this, amore mio?” He whispered, moving his free hand towards her right tit, pinching the nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Valentina gritted her teeth for a moment before reaching a hand down and grabbing his wrist, ceasing his movement. “I-I can't handle… Anymore of it…” She forced out, refusing eye contact with Ezio. “I-I'm sorry! I-I don't want you… to stop, I just… no more of that…”
He laughed softly, a smug grin forming on his lips. “You're supposed to feel that way, tesoro. You don't need to apologize.” He lowered his voice a tad. “I want to make sure you have a very nice experience…”
“I-It's overwhelming…” She muttered softly in response, her eyes flicking down past his abdomen and locking on his hardened cock. “Y-You're finding enjoyment out of… this?”
The brunette stifled another laugh and he slowly removed his fingers before sitting beside her. “Tesoro, bringing any woman pleasure like this is enjoyable… for any man, Prometto.”
Valentina hummed for a moment, resting her hands on her stomach. “Strange…”
He moved to his knees and between her legs, sliding his hands up her side before leaning down and placing a quick kiss upon her lips. “Just knowing that I'm bringing you this pleasure…” He trailed off, moving one hand to her thigh and squeezing it gently.
“Last time I'll ask, are you-”
“Ezio, I appreciate that you care so much, but it's starting to get annoying, fottuto idiota."
A soft chuckle parted through his lips before he grabbed both her legs and raised them up slightly, Positioning his cock against her folds. “Mi dispiace.”
He pushed His cock in slowly, the tip entering easier than the rest. Valentina gritted her teeth for a moment before moving a hand to her mouth and biting down on her knuckle in an attempt to muffle any pained moans. It hurt. There was no denying that it hurt. This was the first time she’s engaged in any sexual act, her whole body becoming rather sensitive.
Ezio let out a soft groan as his cock was fully sheathed inside her pussy, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. “Fanculo tesoro, you're tight…” He whispered, softly moving a hand to pull her own away from her mouth. “Don't.” He wanted to hear the sounds that came out of her mouth, the sounds he was causing.
Her eyes locked with his for a moment before she looked away, blinking away the small tears that formed in the corners of her eyes. “I-I don't want to be too loud and…” He pushed in further, nails digging slightly into her wrist as he fully pushed past that barrier. “ Fanculo, fa male.”
“Valentina…” He whispered her name softly, moving his hands to her face and gently brushing away the tears with his thumbs. “Just take a deep breath… You couldn’t ever be too loud for me, I promise you that.”
He moved his hips back slightly before giving a gentle thrust, causing a pained whine to come from the woman beneath him. “S-Stop complimenting me so much tu, idiota pervertito.”
“I’m hurt.” Ezio joked, grabbing her wrist in a more firm grasp before gently pinning it above her head.
“Not enough, it seems.” She responded, bringing her free hand towards his face and grabbing his chin in a firm grasp.
“I’m more intrigued to keep fucking you.” He rolled his eyes, moving his other hand to prop her legs up a bit more, giving him an easier angle.
He moved her hands from his chin, pinning it above her head beside the other while starting to make slow and steady movements with his hips, blood collecting at the base of his cock. She went to retaliate against his words before letting out a slight whine instead. “E-Ezio…” She mumbled his name through soft whimpers, her legs wrapping snugly around his hips.
“Hearing you say my name through those sexy moans…” He trailed off, moving his face into the crook of her neck and planting small kisses against her skin. “I love it…”
Valentina stifled a laugh before loosening the grip she had around his hips. “I-I’m slowly… getting used to this…” She responded, gently pushing against the hold he had on her wrists.
“It’s starting to feel good, right?” He questioned, locking both wrists with one hand so he could move one to her hip, gripping it in a firm hold as his hips started to slowly pick up their pace.
“Mhm…” She hummed, digging her nails into the back of his hand, letting out soft moans that overlapped his own.
He moved his hand down her arm, sliding it across her right tit, before moving it to her thigh. “Permission to go faster, Tesoro?”
The pair locked eyes, a look of nervousness in her own. She was scared of having him go faster, no doubt harder. Though the pained feeling had drifted away… what if it came back?
He propped her legs up, resting her heels against his shoulders, before giving a much harder thrust. This earned a soft cry from Valentina, her hand going to her mouth instantly. Even though she’d told him that he could go faster, the hardness was unexpected.
Ezio removed her hand, pulling his hips back again. “Stop.” He ordered, giving another hard thrust.
This earned a louder moan to part through her lips, hands gripping the sheets Until her knuckles turned white. The pleasure would become pained with every thrust he gave, at least for a few minutes. Her body relaxed beneath the Assassin, mind finding itself lost within pleasure. There was no longer pain, no longer any fear. He'd been so caring with the way they'd gone about this, and she trusted him. More than anyone she's ever put trust in prior.
A deep groan escaped his lips before he sat back on his ankles, his breaths heavy and uneven. “Get on your Knees.” He spoke, rubbing her inner thigh tenderly.
“M-My knees?” She questioned, her eyes fluttering open, a questionable look covering her face.
“Si. Trust me, it'll feel good…” He responded, moving his hand towards her abdomen before leaning down and placing a tender kiss on her inner thigh.
She bit her bottom lip and after a second of contemplation, she shifted her position to her hands and knees. The assassin gave a small hum of approval before placing a hand on her upper back, gently pressing her down so she was propped on her elbows. “That’s a good girl…” He spoke softly, leaning down to place a kiss on her lower back.
“D-Don’t call me that.” She replied, lowering her head into the pillow, moving her hands under it to grip it tight.
Ezio ran his hand up her thigh before brushing his fingers against her pussy, causing her body to tense up ever so slightly. “W-What are you-”
He shushed her, placing his right hand on her lower back. “Are you just going to keep asking questions?” He murmured, slipping two fingers into her pussy, curling them up again in an effort to brush the tips against her g-spot.
Valentina whined, gripping the pillow tighter and biting down on the fabric. “Tu, malvagio bastardo…” She spoke, vocals muffled by the pillow.
This was pure enjoyment for Ezio, watching a woman writhe in pleasure due to his own hands. It always made him feel good. Of course he was all about getting the same amount of pleasure in return, but at the moment…
“Just admit that you love this, amore.” He teased, pushing his fingers in deeper.
She closed her eyes, moans being muffled by the pillow. “N-No…” She stuttered out, whimpering.
Her walls tensed up around his fingers, her breaths turning into soft pants once again as the same feeling wormed its way back into her system. Within barely a minute, she was being brought to another orgasm, her toes curling slightly.
“E-Ezio, I-I’m…” She trailed off, her legs trembling slightly as she attempted to close them. He scoffed and held them open, continuing to tease her with his fingers.
“It’s okay, tesoro, ride it out…” He spoke softly, pumping his fingers in at an even harder pace.
Her walls seemed to tighten a bit more around his fingers, eyes closing tightly as the second orgasmic wave seemed to ride through her system. Her legs trembled a bit more, the loud moans being hidden by the pillow.
He pulled his fingers out slowly, her juices leaving his fingers with a slickness. “Valentina…?” He spoke her name softly, stroking his aching cock. He wanted so badly to quickly replace his fingers. He didn’t want to give her a moment to calm down, wanting to instantly bring her to yet another high.
She slowly laid on her stomach, breathing heavily, her head clouded. There was a moment of silence in the room that was filled with her labored breathing. She didn’t speak, couldn’t. The only things she thought of was Ezio and the pleasure he just brought her.
Ezio leaned down beside her for a moment, brushing a few strands of black hair from her face. “Felt good, I take it?” He cocked a brow, placing a hand on her back before trailing his fingers down her spine.
A hum in response is all she gave before slowly forcing herself back up on her knees, arching down so she could continue to grip the pillow. “F-Fuck me…?” She questioned, a shyness in her voice.
“As per your request…”
He shifted back behind her, pressing the tip of his cock against her pussy for a moment before slowly pushing in. Valentina whimpered, hands gripping the pillow for a moment. “E-Ezio…” She moaned out his name with a lustful tone, biting down on her bottom lip.
“Are you okay?”
“I-It feels… good…”
“Does it…?” He smirked a little, drawing his hips back before giving a quick thrust, his cock nearly brushing against her cervix in the process.
“Ezio!” Valentina spoke out through a loud moan, her hand quickly grabbing the pillow as a means of emotional support.
The assassin laughed a little, drawing his hips back again before snapping forward once again. His own deep moan parted through his lips, hands moving to her hips. He began to keep an even pace, hands occasionally gripping different areas of her body. Her thighs, hips, sides, shoulders… Any area he could leave a visible handprint or nail marks.
Her face returned to the pillow, the countless moans and whimpers being muffled by the fabric. She couldn’t even steady her breathing anymore with the way her assassin was moving. It felt good, though she’d never tell him that. He was too cocky for her to admit such things, knowing how much it’d only inflate his already large ego. A guy like him knew how to pleasure a woman, and he knew it wasn’t a secret.
Ezio gritted his teeth for a moment, reaching a hand up to her hair, grabbing a handful and tugging her head up. “No more hiding…” He panted out, starting to move his hips at a faster pace, his cock going as deep as possible with each thrust.
The woman beneath him let out a soft whine, forcing herself to her hands. This allowed her moans to be heard more clearly. They filled the room, made the assassin fuck her rougher. He'd been wanting this for months. For months he would be caught up in thinking about bringing this amount of pleasure to Val.
He stopped his movements, burying his cock deep inside her pussy, earning a raspy moan to part from her lips. “k-keep going…” She whined, gripping the sheets in a tight fist.
“I will.” He mumbled, slowly sliding his cock out and moving to sit beside her, leaning back against the headboard. “Come here. Put your back against my chest…” He instructed.
She opened her mouth to protest before sighing and following his instructions. She moved into his lap, slowly lowering herself on his cock once again, earning a soft groan from Ezio. He moved his hands to her hips, digging his nails slightly into her skin and pushing his hips up a bit.
“Lean back…” He instructed once more, his voice needy. “Please…”
Val laughed softly, slowly leaning back into his chest. “It’s cute when you’re so needy…” She spoke, moving her hands to the bed, resting them beside his hips.
“Sarai davvero la mia morte, cazzo, amore.” He muttered, wrapping his arms around her hips and lifting her up slightly, giving him room to buck his hips up.
She gasped out softly, gripping the sheets in a fist instantly. “Y-You’re… too deep…” She complained, biting her bottom lip.
“Nonsense…” He responded, tightening his grip around her hips and starting with slow and steady thrusts, forcing her down on his cock as much as he physically could.
He laid down slightly, moving his hands back to her hips and guiding her along his cock, occasionally bucking his hips up slightly. He brought one of his hands between her legs again, gently massaging her clit once more, causing her legs to instantly tremble from the pleasure.
“Y-You’re mine…” He spoke up, leaning up to bite her shoulder. “A-Are we clear?” He was struggling to even speak at this point.
“S-Si…” She whispered, leaning her head to the side, giving him an easier access to her neck. “A-All yours…”
“O-Only mine.” He mumbled, forcing her down harder on hs cock, nails digging even harder into her skin, leaving marks. “U-Understand…?”
At this point it was getting nearly impossible to hold back his orgasm, and her response was the thing that nearly sent him over the edge. “I-I’m all yours… N-Nobody else’s.” She forced out, walls tightening around his cock.
Ezio gave a light growl, biting down on her shoulder and giving a final hard thrust, his cock burying deep inside her pussy. Val shivered at the warmth that soon filled her insides, her own orgasm causing her to tremble and grab his legs in a tight grip.
The assassin panted, slowly loosening his grip around her hips and laying back, staring at the ceiling. Val sat there for a moment, moving a hand to rest it on her abdomen. The sensation was warm, despite the Otherwise coldness in The room.
“Are you okay…?” Ezio spoke up, moving a hand to her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Val gave a slow nod before glancing between her legs, his cum slowly beginning to drip down his shaft. “Were You… Serious about me being yours?” She questioned, slowly climbing out of his lap and sitting on the bed beside him.
Ezio propped Himself up on his shoulders, glancing towards his cock for a moment before looking towards Valentina. He knew. He knew he fucked up, but there was lack of caring on his end.
“Would you… Want to be mine?” He questioned, sitting up fully and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
The woman gave a gentle laugh in an attempt to brush off his question. “And be forced to see you more?” She spoke, pulling her knees to Her chest.
A small smile crossed his lips As he stood, Going to the foot of the bed white their clothes lay. “Are we just going to keep playing this game then? You getting mad at me for not coming around, me being obsessed with you when I am? Us ending up in bed together?”
He picked up his pants and slipped them on, climbing onto the bed in front of Val. “Or…” He trailed off, gently grabbing her chin and making her lock eyes with him. “Or you could just say you love me… And we could act like two people who love each other.”
Val nervously pushed his hands away. “Ezio…” She trailed off for a moment. “You're an assassin. You live a dangerous life and… If I say those things…”
“Valentina, tesoro, I will always come back to you…” He whispered, grabbing her hand. “No matter what trouble I might find myself in, I will make sure to return to you.” He assured her, bringing his other hand to her cheek.
She leaned into it, sighing softly and slowly moving her own hand over his. “Don't make me promises you can't keep…” She responded. “In the three months I've known you, I've seen you injured more than once. I've been let in on what merda You deal with. Mi spaventat.”
“Amore…” He trailed off, a sigh escaping his lips. “I’ve escaped death countless times, and I will continue to do that. Even more with you by my side…”
She pulled away from his touch and swinged her own legs over the side of the bed, leaning down to collect her clothes. “Until the day you don’t. Until the day where… I receive the message that you’re dead. That you’re never coming home again.”
“Do you really care that much?”
“Apparently more than I let on.”
Ezio moved behind her, slowly slipping his arms around her hips and tugging her close. “Do I need to say it first?”
“Dont-”
“Ti amo…” He lowered his voice to a whisper, placing a kiss on her shoulder. “And I want you to say it back…”
Val hesitated, staring at their clothes on the ground before biting her bottom lip and closing her eyes. She was terrified to say it. If she said it, then she would always be worried about him, more than she already was. If she said it and lost him…
At the same time, she wanted to say it. She did love him, and she wanted him to know before it was too late, before he gave up on her and found love with someone else. “You promise me? You promise that you’ll always come back, alive?”
“Si. I promise, tesoro.” He responded, tightening his hold on her hips. “I will always come back to you.”
A slight smile crossed her lips and she finally let out a sigh of content, placing her hands on his arms. “Fine… anch'io ti amo.”
A feeling made its way into his stomach upon hearing her respond to him. It was the same feeling he had with his first love, Christina. Those butterflies that made his heart flutter. He tightened his grip around her body, hiding his face into the crook of her neck.
“Ezio…” Valentina laughed a little, moving a hand to the back of his head and gently running her fingers through his hair. “Um, can you boil some water for a bath…?”
“One moment…” He responded, sighing against her skin. “I just want to keep holding you right now…”
“Hold me in the bath then.” She rolled her eyes, forcing herself out of his embrace and rising to her feet, grabbing the blanket from the bed in the process.
The assassin groaned before standing once mor
e, grabbing his shirt before heading towards the fire place, grabbing the metal bucket from beside it. “I’ll be back shortly…”
“I’ll be here.”