#daughtersofhistory

[dontjudgesomeonebytheirblog]

Abby wrapped her arms around Dana one night after supper, laying her head on her shoulder, needy. "I've been good today," she said quietly, almost begging. "Please mommy?" daughters-of-history from Abagail

Dana chuckled at Abby’s forwardness, and she reached up to pet her hair gently. “Alright, but you know that you don’t need to be a good girl to get mommy to play with you, you just need to show me that cute butt of yours,” she teased as she stood up, picking Abby up and kissing her deeply.

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[my12percentofamoment]

Abagail smiled and reached out a hand to the visiting CEO over her desk. "Hi! You must be Miss Potts. I'm Abagail Hornigold, but most people call me Abby. Please have a seat. You've caught us a little off guard. Haytham is out of the country for a moment. Visiting our family." Daughters-of-history from Abagail

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“Thank you, Abby. You may call me Pepper if you wish. I am sorry that I missed him and I do hope that everything is okay. I am curious as to why I am here though,” she confessed, lowering herself into a chair, her purse in her lap.

[pirateshcnor]

"Papa!" Abagail screamed, watching her father fall to the blade of an Assassin. One who seemed very familiar...She ran forward, hoping that she'd get to him in time. She had to. "Papa! Wake up! Please...wake up!" The older child was ignoring the danger behind her, unusually colored eyes rimmed with tears. "Please!!" daughters-of-history from Abagail Hornigold

Edward’s hood didn’t drop, his blade pulling easily from Hornigold’s flesh.  He had told him, warned him what would happen, what could happened if he continued to carry on with such an awful group of people.  Their truer intentions were clear to him, where others had the wool pulled over their eyes, including Ben.  He didn’t like the idea of killing his friend, his partner in arms, but he had no choice.  It was either Hornigold or himself and Edward had too much of a will to live.  He knew what he had done, before the young girl even came running out to her father who lay dying.  He should’ve left, in fact he should leave now but her pleading kept him there.  He knew he shouldn’t but he turned to the young girl, watching as she cried over her father.  She would recognize him immediately, but there was nothing he could do about that now.

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[princercgent]

“On your left.“ daughters-of-history from Abagail

         The Irishman ran for endurance more so than the speed. He knew he could have speed when he needed to, but on a morning routine it was not necessary. This situation was not training. When he was passed, Liam smiled, not expecting anyone else to be jogging nearby. He took a few additional steps in order to catch up to her. “I wasn’ expectin’ ya!”

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[dontjudgesomeonebytheirblog]

🔽 - Force your muse to cum unexpectedly daughters-of-history from Joan

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Joan sat nestled in Dana’s arms, their eyes met together with love and compassion flowing between them. Dana reached down and gently squeezed Joan’s diaper, before pressing the hitachi wand in, making her little girl cum suddenly. “Mm, there you go, right there, baby girl,” she cooed, feeling her lover tense. “Did you like that? Mommy has lots more where that came from,” she gently caressed her face.

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👎 - Be pinned by my muse as they finger yours daughters-of-history from Abagail

Dana whispered softly into Abagail’s ear, “This is all you are, filthy Assassin, all you’re good for,” she spat, fingering the woman roughly to an orgasm. “This is all that all of you assassins are good for, being slaves to your betters.” Of course, it didn’t make sense for Dana to be both in the past dominating Abagail and in the future controlling Joan, but Joan’s mind wouldn’t realize that, just finding that the changed genetic memories were starting to make her believe the woman’s harsh words.

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[dontjudgesomeonebytheirblog]

Joan hummed happily while she moved around the table, notebook in hand. She was walking from her seat to Dana's office, where she knew the other woman would be. "How about this?" She told her publisher dominant, "story about the American Revelation, told from a young woman's point of view? I'm sure that could be interesting, don't you think, love?" When not in little space, her favorite nickname for Dana was love, or hun. daughters-of-history from Joan

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“I like the idea, baby,” Dana said, her nicknames were less creative, after all. “Especially if it’s a forbidden love, after all. Maybe a native... or a woman,” she winked. “Maybe she’s fallen for the local heiress,” she mused with a grin, knowing just how much it excited Joan to write allegorical stories about their time together, using the characters from her past.

[dontjudgesomeonebytheirblog]

❗️- WILCARD --- daughters-of-history from Joan. She's a sub.

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🔽 - Force your muse to cum unexpectedly from ❗️- WILCARD

Dana smirked as she pressed a button on her phone which causes Joan to cum suddenly. “Well, well, well, I guess you didn’t know that we’d had you pegged as an Assassin spy. I can do so many things with your body, you’d never have a chance against me. Would you like to submit now, or would you prefer to go through the grueling templar training?”