Author's Note

This is the sex scene some of you have waited patiently for.

There is a bit at the second spacer that is story line, so if you do not wish to read the naughty bits, just scroll down to the spacer and all should be good!

I listened to Earned It by The Weeknd for this chapter, so take a listen to it while reading!

Thank you for reading, and please, please, please let me know what you think!

-gianna

p.s. I hope to have another chapter out in a few days, so stick around!

Sex Imminent Ahead

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By the time the double doors of the ship had been closed successfully, Liete and Edward stood completely bare.

It was as if when both their feet touched the wood that made up the deck of the Jackdaw, an urgency had wrapped around them causing their hands to seek and dispose of anything that restricted their fingertips from touching skin, all of their skin, needing to feel the needles of desire surface with each and every touch, driving them to a frenzy.

Liete felt the power she'd craved, and more as they stood a foot apart, finally able to separate their mouths in their quest for skin. She also hazily registered that a part of her, the series of chasms within her that had been left behind, were now overflowing, filled with everything that made up Edward Kenway. His ego, the headstrong ignorance of others' lives, his hidden honor, his hunger for more out of life, and his fire. A fire that lit her skin, and her desire blurring the lines between the power she craved and the helplessness of being taken.

Edward's beast that had yearned to be placated was calm and collected, as he drank Liete Rose Beckford in like a cool draft of rum. Her skin was as delicate throughout her body, skin nearly alabaster white, soft like cream just churned, with no scars or markings marring any part of her body he could see. With a rounded tummy that spoke of being a woman able to bear children, no mere girl, and hips that widened and plunged to create a valley where tufts of auburn curls glistened damp in the low lamp light that'd been kept in his cabin, Edward was awed. Nestling in the very place Edward knew would be heaven, were thighs thick and strong, toned leading into long legs ending in feet that seemed to be shaped from marble with toes levelled one after the other begging to be touched. Her breasts hung low and rounded, small rose bud nipples jutting out towards Edward tight and practically quivering with want, which brought Edward's appreciation to her arms and hands whose long fingers, clean and inviting reached for him, hanging in the air between them, ready to be one once more.

Liete was a woman, thick and curvy underneath all the garments of the time, and Edward felt his entire being wind tighter and tighter with anticipation. He wanted, nay needed Liete more than anything in his entire life. Be damned gold, women, the Observatory, hell be damned his very life. What life was there to have after Liete? She was life, she was death, she was the very thing that adventurers, clergy, royals sought, and he had found her. He was being given the gift of her, and he felt truly humbled.

She was as close to god as men could know.

Edward's chest heaved as unexpected tears pricked at the back of his eyes as he finally caught Liete's stilled misty eyes once more.

Liete had taken the moment between them to appreciate the muscles and stout male perfection that many rough days at sea had crafted Edward into. Tattoos adorned his chest, back, and arms drawing her breath from her as she followed the dark lines wrapped around his chiseled body leading down to his penis that was stiff and seemed to point straight to her.

Moment reprieve done, Liete was the first to move and instead of catching Edward's lips again, wrapped her arms around his hips leaning her head slightly to place her lips against his chest, her tongue running along one of his tattoo's depicting a ships wheel with a skull and anchor protruding from its mouth.

Edward sucked in a breath and ran his hands up and down her hips, his fingers going numb as her skin shocked and tingled against his own.

As she ran her tongue along his chest, to his opposite peck, Liete's hands moved from his waist to the point where his legs and torso met, skimming over his penis which jerked and drew a moan from Edwards lips. Smiling against his skin, Liete slowly began to explore lower skin with her tips and tongue, with her movements beginning to slide her entire body to kneel before Edward.

Before she could go very far, Edward grabbed her and brought her to face him again, a light smile, one full of wonder and calm patience just for her present on his lips. One could say love, but neither of them knew a damn thing of the term and never brought it to mind. What was happening now was out of the ordinary for both of them, but love was to grand a thought. Love came with quiet reprieves and letters filled with poems, and wooing.

No, Edward and Liete were simply in need of the eye of the storm that each other offered.

"Tonight…. Tonight my lady, I want…" Edward felt his mouth dry suddenly and as he gulped softly, Liete suddenly smiled, a smile that nearly sent him to his own knees. Nowhere in sight was Mad Liete, the woman who scared Edward down to his very bones. In her place now, was a woman who personified all sources of light, and her smile brought the coolness in his bones forward setting him at an internal ease like no other.

"To have love, not a fuck."

The curse word oddly shook Edward up and he moved quickly to recapture her lips so that no more foulness that made up their world could be said to change the night.

Liete, whose back had been to the large pallet that had been built up with thick blankets and feathered pillows of a captains quarter, began to softly tug Edward towards the bed, wanting to feel entwined at last with Death and the man behind him.

Reaching the bed, Liete slowly sat on the blankets which having been left for some time since Edward had last used them were cold giving her skin goosebumps as Liete pulled away from Edward crawling backwards watching him, slowly laying her body out against the multicolored blankets until her hair, loose and slightly curled from the salt air, spread across the pillows making up the top of the pallet.

Edward followed like an obedient puppy, and let his head lower to press his lips against the tops of her feet. Her skin tasted just like the berries that had filled his nostrils ever moment he'd gotten close enough to her and the scent reminded a little part of him that he'd never forget it from this moment on.

Trailing soft kisses along her shin, calves, thighs, hips, all the way to the base of her throat as he nestled his hips between her own, Edward became intoxicated with the cream of her skin sending sparks throughout his entire being.

His body felt like he'd suddenly been jolted into the very clouds above where he'd found heaven, as calm and lovely as true sleep could bring.

He'd been wandering since boyhood, lusting for life and passion and with every turn he'd never been satisfied. Even now, surrounded by so many people and places he still couldn't figure out who he was and what he really needed. Then came Liete.

The act of love making with Edward seemed so innocent, and almost clumsy. It felt like the first steps one learned to walk, the joy of writing your name for the first time.. Just him and her, with nothing but calm mutual need.

Edward held his body above her own with one hand as the other hand cupped Liete's cheek, her cheeks red with blood and heat, giving her face another dimension as she looked up at him with trust in her gaze.

Liete reached down between them, and with the unsure touch of an innocent, lightly grasping Edward's member drawing another soft moan from weathered lips hovering above her.

Moving until he was between her legs, Liete stilled, and her treacherous thoughts, which had been as silent as the grave suddenly whispered to life, just as Edward slipped into her body, with thick fullness.

He will think he owns you now to, ever a prize. Liete gasped at her own thought and the pleasure that bloomed within her lower stomach. Pleasure, even more foreign than fear, coursed hot and fast through her every limb, and as Edward began to pulse back and forth against her, moans of her own suddenly tore from her throat.

Soft, the only word that stuck and repeated in his mind was the epitome of all things he felt as he moved against Liete's body which responded with such enthusiasm Edward was finding himself falling into a misty pit going down, down, down.

Edward's breath came hard and fast now as both his hands now held his chest above Liete who writhed underneath him like a sea nymph. She met his every thrust with one of her own, the auburn curls at her center rubbing against his own modest trail of blonde hairs sending shivers down Edwards's spine, his mind lost in Liete as his eyes remained locked with the pool of silver which now seemed like a waterfall, rushing now, no longer swirling.

Liete's breasts felt sensual with each thrust made by Edward making them jump slightly in time, her hands memorizing every muscle and curve of his chest and stomach. A ball had begun to form just above where Edward thrust into her, and as it tightened and wound itself into knots, she felt her breath leave her little by little.

She felt.. hungry. Desperately, Liete began to immortalize every feeling, every rush and pull as her body practically screamed in her mind for release, for Edward. She needed to remember this, her treacherous mind sounding alarms in her thoughts, warning. Warning.

A roar, and a jerk sent Liete slamming up harder against the pillows her shoulders nearly lifted off the bed as her body physically shook without her permission. It wouldn't be for several more minutes until she realized the roar came from herself. For now she could no longer look into Edward's eyes knowing if she did she'd risk giving her soul to Death, something that even in the moment she closed her eyes in bliss she regretted.

Moments after she'd closed her eyes, Liete felt Edward's last thrust and penis begin to twitch within her, and with a mind clouded with passion, registered only a whisper in retaliation of her own treacherous thoughts.

He does own me now.

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Careful not to crush the woman beneath him, Edward had collapsed onto his forearms, still scant inches from completely laying atop her, but near enough to satisfy the crying out of his soul in need of her own. His release, following her own, had drained him of all ambition, drive, and life.

He was content with laying her for eternity, hovering above everything, dead to the world.

Down among the dead men, let him lie. Edward let a small smile begin at the tavern song he'd heard time and time again and only now could relate to. Just as Edward was sure he'd be lost to reality forever, Liete whispered to him her eyes slowly opening.

"Master Kenway, we are changed." Edward nearly cried out in dismay as the ruby cheeks he'd cherished rescinded almost like magic, and the swirling fog returned as her lids pulled back to pin him with the cool indifference of Mad Liete.

Liete kept her hands against his chest, the heat that was leaving her pulling away so fast, she could almost feel panic, but with her hands stilled she could almost pretend it wasn't changing even as she did.

Refusing to move, Edward stayed still as he watched the change come over Liete, desperation nudging at the back of his mind.

"Changed? I believe we are as you wanted. I wouldn't be surprised if you heard my howl in just a few more moments." Attempting a roguish smile, Edward leaned down a little farther and pulled a soft kiss from Liete's lips as he slowly slipped from her body, something more than a piece of his soul left behind within her as the only evidence of what had just transpired.

"Now, I wouldn't be off put. Changed, sir, in the way that I am unsure of what is to come for the future now. Will you come again, find me once I'm gone? Do I want you to? We are vast oceans apart, even now. Yet, we are changed." Slowly pushing her palms, Liete moved Edward from above her until he rested on his knees before her as she sat up on her bottom facing him.

Pulling her knees to her chest, Liete rested her chin on them watching the emotions war and play out on Edward's face as the remnants of passion faded from within her, leaving her with calm acceptance of the new parts of herself.

Edward rested back on his heels, raising a hand to pull the thong that held his hair back still, letting the mop of dirty blonde hair circle his face. Running a hand to tousle his straight locks, he began to chuckle darkly. Moving quickly, he stood facing Liete in his full naked glory placing fisted hands on his hips, speaking matter of factly.

"Lass, be you a philosopher if you wish. I'm but a pirate and a scoundrel. All I know is tomorrow we'll be sailing from this place, and that is enough for me."

Disclaimer

I do not own Assassin's Creed, any of its variations or characters.

I do own Liete, and her madness, and that is all.