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Rebecca Chambers monitored Desmond’s vitals as he ventured through the animus. Everything looked stable. No signs of desycronisation so far. Ezio’s memories were holding and running smoothly. She rapped her fingers on her desk, the computer projecting the status of her baby Animus 2.0. Everything was working perfectly. So perfectly it gave her a few minutes to relax and stretch her legs. She kept her headset on, just in case something popped up.
She stood up and walked around the room. Lucy was checking the perimeter, keeping an eye out for Templars. Shaun was strangely absent from his desk too. Probably got sick of her humming to her music while working, stepping away from research for an hour or two. She had the place to herself it seemed.
She looked back at Desmond, envying him. She always wanted to take a trip into the Animus, see what her ancestors got up to. She wondered what Ezio Aldatore was doing at this moment. She decided to take a peek, returning to her computer to access Desmond’s input nodes. She couldn’t get a complete picture, but her computer could generate a reliable image of what he was seeing. Her eyes widened as she found Ezio running a race on a horse, and winning. She synced up her headset and listened in.
“Where did the others go?” Ezio asked after climbing off his horse approaching a smug young peasant woman.
“Home, with their tail between their legs” she replied with a smirk. “They couldn’t stand to see themselves lose. Well done messier.”
Ezio stepped forward, a charming smile on his lips as he took her hand. “I’m ready for that private riding lesson. And call me Ezio” he said.
The woman smiled wider, leading him to a private spot behind the stables. “It would be my pleasure, Ezio” she said, savoring the name as she pushed him onto pile of hay. “Call me Amelia” she purred, climbing on top of him dropping down onto his firm toned body.
Rebecca blinked in shock. “Holy shit!” She gasped, her eyes shooting up from the monitor looking at Desmond. She glanced around the room. Still empty. Still just her. Then she returned her gaze to the monitor, a big smirk on her face. “Lucky devil” she muttered as her screen depicted the steamy “riding lesson” Amelia rewarded Ezio with.
She pulled up her chair and bit her bottom lip, making sure her headphones were plugged in so the sound wouldn’t give away what she was watching. She got turned on very quickly. So turned on she had to resist the urge to shove her hand down her trousers to rub herself. The best she could do was palm her chest, massaging her breast as she watched the fuzzy image of the young woman riding her assassin. Oh god, what I wouldn’t give to be her right nowshe thought. She looked up over her monitor at Desmond, the man sitting motionless while his mind was centuries ago having sex with a peasant woman. Why don’t I get to have sex with my ancestors she sighed, knowing that statement was wrong but didn’t care.
Her eyes drifted over to his crotch and saw his pants tenting outwards. She sat up and laughed. “I guess some things transcend the animus” she muttered. She tried to turn her attention back to the screen, focus on the horny assassin and his lover, but her eyes kept drifting to the forbidden fruit growing in Desmond’s pants. “I know what you’re thinking, bad idea” she told herself curtly, even as temptation beckoned her. After a few seconds of struggling she looked up at the exit, hoping either Lucy or Shaun could walk in and stop her. A minute passed and they didn’t. A bad time to leave me alone to my hormones she thought, her hand rubbing her crotch more intently. Maybe I should just take my pants off and finger myself. It’d been safer than what I’m…again, bad idea she told herself, even as she began to unzip her jacket and lift up her shirt. She watched the image of the peasant woman bouncing on Ezio’s cock, listening to her panting as she rode him. Her eyes drifted over to Desmond’s pants, the bulge big enough to make her eyes water. Her nipples hardened and her loins moistened. She couldn’t contain her arousal.
“Fuck, Lucy will kill me for this” she whispered, leaping to her feet and running to the door. Making sure the corridor was empty she closed it shut and prayed they stayed gone for another hour, or however long Ezio could keep it up for. She turned back to Desmond, poor oblivious Desmond, and bit her lip. “I’m sorry Desmond” she said, walking over and feverishly unzipping his trousers to pull out his erect penis. “I swear I’ll make it up to you” she promised, apologizing for what she was about to do as she stripped out of her clothes.
The headphones stayed on as she turned the monitor around so she could continue to watch Ezio’s POV as Amelia rocked her body on top of him, their voices coming through the headset streaming the charmed honey words the young man whispered to her and the sultry dirty talk she shot back. Rebecca climbed onto Desmond’s lap carefully, mirroring Amelia’s actions in this time lowering her wet pussy onto his stiff cock, moaning in relief as he penetrated her. She did her best to mirror the girl she was watching, so Desmond’s experience would match Ezio’s and not break the connection. She didn’t know if that’s how it worked but she didn’t want to take any chances, terrified wolf how he’d react if he woke up to find her riding his cock without his consent. “Oh god, this is so wrong but feels so good” she moaned, bouncing on his lap squeezing his length with her pussy. She came almost instantly, trembling with need as she got horny and more aroused. She kept glancing at the door expecting to be rumbled any minute. The threat made the whole experience even sexier. Rebecca Chambers always did have an unhealthy relationship to risk.
After a few minutes of cowgirl the peasant girl turned to the reverse, so Rebecca followed suit, twisting her head awkwardly over her shoulder to key watching the monitor. She liked the other way better. She hopped on her animus riding his cock, wondering how she’d handle it if they switched to missionary. Fortunately she got two more orgasms and switched to a blow job minutes later, climbing off his lap and wrapping her mouth around him tightly. She listened to Ezio’s moans as the woman sucking his cock drained him dry, his cum pumping into her mouth. Rebecca had to work a little harder on the young man she was sucking, massaging his cock intently sucking him hard until Desmond let out the faintest of grunts and exploded in her mouth. She caught his sperm and held it in her mouth a moment before swallowing it in one gulp. “Damn, you must’ve needed that” she smirked, wiping her mouth.
Her eyes flashed to the screen and was relieved to see Ezio was satisfied too, bidding the woman farewell and continuing on his travels. “Until next time” he said with a charming smile.
“Until next time” Rebecca smirked, quickly putting Desmond’s cock away before pulling her own clothes back on. She slumped down onto the desk and sighed, returning everything to normal. By the time Shaun and Lucy returned, it appeared nothing was amiss as the young woman sat behind her workstation hiding the guilty but satisfied smile behind her monitor.
***
It was late and everyone was getting some sleep. Lucy herself was exhausted when she retired to bed, removing the blood stained shirt she’d been wearing all day. And it had been a long day. But she had successfully gotten Desmond out of Abstergo and his training in the animus was coming along brilliantly. The bleeding effect was translating Ezio’s skills at an astonishing rate. Another day or two of this and he’ll be ready to go into the field.
She was halfway through her preparations for bed when she heard a noise. Her guard went up as she spun around ready to fight. Fortunately it was only Desmond. She relaxed as he approached her in the darkness. “Is everything alright?” She asked him, wondering what he was stalking about in the dark.
He stepped forward and suddenly reached out to grab her, pulling her into a passionate kiss. She froze in surprise staring at him as their lips locked together. “Desmond? What’s gotten into you?” She asked as he put his arms around her, holding her close kissing her jaw down to her neck. Her pulse quickened as she gasped.
He had taken her by surprise, but she wasn’t against what he was doing. She’d grown quite fond of him during their time together in Abstergo. Moreover, all the fighting and sneaking around had left her feeling lonely. She had pondered acquiring some company after the stressful day she’d had. She assumed she’d have to go to the nearest bar and pick up some random for the night, but she’d happily settle for subject 17. So she joined him in a kiss, letting him push her bra up to attack her breasts, helping him out of his clothes before he lowered her to the bed pulling hers from her slim body. She joined him on the bed as he kissed her and ran his hands over her, sighing as he moved over her in a steamy fashion. How long had it been since either of them had sex? This must be long overdue.
Desmond moved in a way she had never seen before. It was like he had become possessed by someone else, his body moving against hers drifting lower so he could kiss her nipples, caress her hips, dropping further to pull her panties down her legs and kiss her navel. She buckled to his touch, melting in pleasure as he kissed the inside of her thighs and teased her womanhood. She was disappointed when he didn’t put his tongue inside her, but delighted when he crawled back up to capture her lips guiding his penis into its place. “Desmond” she whispered, her head falling back as he entered her gently, their hips becoming joined, their passion including her body. She gave in to the temptation, submitted to his affection, let him take control of her body. Let him make love to her. It was wonderful.
What she didn’t who, however, is that Desmond wasn’t aware of what he was doing. In fact he wasn’t even here in the bed with her. He was centuries ago, locked into a memory with Altier in Acre with a woman called Maria, one of Rodricks generals. He had no idea how it was possible but he was reliving one of his memories, the two of them atop a stone tower engaged in a way Desmond wasn’t expecting. The two appeared to be in a relationship, the pair making love high over the city. But with Desmond’s mind locked in here, that left his body in a state similar to sleepwalking, mirroring the memory with Lucy in the present day. Desmond followed the memory along as his ancestor caressed his naked lover, unknowingly doing the same to his own naked lover as she melted into his touch, her hips rocking with his as he thrusted deep into her. When Altier was rolled onto his back for Maria to ride him, Desmond pulled Lucy into the same position.
The young woman went along with him, her own body on autopilot as she gave into the pleasure of the moment, rocking with him gently on the mattress. She moaned and swayed as the young man took ahold of her hips and thrust deeper into her, her hands holding onto his arms for dear life as her blonde hair whipped back and forth. She shuddered in another orgasm, her walls clenching around his shaft as he abruptly sat up, sucking her breasts making her whimper. She grabbed his shoulders looking at him in awe. She never expected anything like this from the man, not even as he ran his hands up her back and captured her lips, kissing her deeply bringing her back to the bed. His hips moved faster, pummeling the woman harder, her moans turning to wails as she fell into a spiral of never ending pleasure, her fingers curling into the sheets. She didn’t know Desmond was hallucinating, didn’t know he was experiencing his ancestor doing the same thing to his Maria.
As one the past and present took hold of their lovers by the waist, thrusting into their cores stuffing them full with their cocks. When Altier ejaculated inside his woman, Desmond did the same for Lucy. Both women gasped in shock and awe, climaxing and swallowing their sperm into their wombs. Both women sighed in content collapsing into their lovers arms, to be worshiped and loved and cradled against their chest.
Altier finished his night of passion with Maria with a soft kiss before putting his robes back on and leaping from the tower, leaving Desmond to remain behind with her where he realized Maria was also his ancestor, and she was now carrying their child.
Fortunately for him, his present day self opted to simply fall asleep on the bed rather than jump out the window. Lucy watched him pass out before rolling onto her back releasing a satisfied breath. Satisfied, but oddly conflicted. She hadn’t expected this assignment to get so involved with the man. She rubbed her hand over her sweaty body, her palm falling to her belly making a mental note to make sure to prevent any complications. She glanced at the slumbering man and sighed. The last thing she needed was things to get complicated, not while they had a job to do.
So she made sure to get up early before he woke up, clean herself up and get back to work. When he arose hours later he didn’t mention their night together, so she didn’t bring it up either. She put it down to two consenting adults relieving stress, nothing more. It was easier than considering any alternative. Nothing was more important than the mission, or her assignment. She will make sure Desmond is ready and he will lead them to what they are looking for.