Chapter 1 - Castello de sexin

Ezio Auditore de Ferenze stood on the edge of the battlements, slowly planning the route up the side of the Castello.  Nodding to himself, he jumped and caught the edge of a convenient load of timber hanging off of a crane he started to climb. The Castello was well built, but not well enough. The handholds were tiny at best, but nothing for a trained assassain who had been climbing buildings as soon as he had been old enough to outrun his Mother and Father. Half way up he paused on a ledge below a window as somthing caught his eye. Blond hair and cruel lips walked past in what seemed to be a small servants bedroom. The woman sat down to sew and ocasionaly looked at the door on the other side of the room, as if expecting someone. Hidden by the darkness outside, Ezio decided to wait for the only person that could be coming to meet Lucretzia Borgia in this secluded hideaway. He had no quarrel with Lucretzia herself, she was another Borgia and therefore his enemy, but had no plans to end her life without reason.

Ezio primed the pistol hidden in his left bracer. A gift from his ancestor Altair and Leonardo De-Vinci and a constant companion. Guards never expected it, and he used it to great effect while stabbing another guard to quickly fire his pistol into the face of a charging enemy without even having to move very far. It took naught but a few seconds to fully check his armament, but looking back he saw a very different woman to the dignified Lucretzia of before.

 One of her hands had strayed to the top of her low cut blue dress, as if rubbing away some itch. Ezio, who rarely thought of anyone other than Catarina these days had to admit that she while being his enemy she had an absolutly stunning pair, the cut of the dress showing an ungodly amount of cleavedge. A small moan escaped her lips as she rubbed her breasts. Leaning back against the wall, she moved her other hand downwards and slipped it into what looked like a pocket in the material. There was a torch shining its bright glow down onto Lucretzia throwing her into sharp relief with the rest of the room, and giving Ezio a full show as to what she was really doing with that vanishing hand. A hand sized lump in her dress slowly moved around her crotch, no doubt stimulating herself beneath the dress.

tzio had to admit that the well disguised hole in the dress was a clever thought. She could stimulate herself as much as she wanted without needing to hike up the long and silk of the dress that flowed down to her small feet. Lucretzia started moaning regularly, starting out soft, then slowly incresasing in volume untill she was franticly moving her hand in and out of herself. From Ezio's experiences with the girls around Firenze and with Catarina the night before his home in Monteggrigoni was attacked by that bastard of a man Cesare, Lucretzia would be moving two fingers quickly, curling them inside herself and rubbing hard against that tender spot above the enterence of her nether while stimulating the her clit with her thumb. He was proven right as she removed the small hand form the hidden enterence and pulled another cleverly hidden little addition to the fine silk of her dress. The entire bottom half of her garment fell away as she pulled clear a small zipper, hidden in the folds. Ezio had a fine view of the womans unknowing show, as she started rutting back against her own hands, clearly close to orgasam. "Cesare, Cesare!" she cried as she came squirting so hard that it flew out the window and splattered Ezio's face. So suprised at this he almost lost his grip on the small ledge he was perched on, but regained his balance and turned his head back to Lucretzia.
  Collapsed against the wall and panting hard she recovered from her orgasam. Gathering her skirts, she was just finished zipping them back to her bodice when the man he had been waiting for entered the room. "Lucretzia!" he cried strolling quickly towards his sister. 

"Cesare, how good to see you." she said, also moving towards him. They embraced quickly and Lucretzia brought her lips to Cesares in a quite un-sisterly way. Tounges and all. Ezio had to fight down a wave of nausea as Cesare pushed his sister roughly back onto the small bed set up in the corner of the room.  "Have you been treating our 'guest' well?" He said. 
"Oh, the mouth on her. How id love to sew it shut." she replied a look of hate crossing her beautiful features.
"Id prefer it open personaly!" Cesare laughed while reaching his hand to Lucretzia's breasts. Massaging them, he continued "I can not play for long. My time in the Castello is short and pressing matters bear me away." he said 
"Awwwww." Lucretzia moaned, her hand once again playing with her right breast. "Really? Well I had my own fun while waiting so i will just do.... This!" she said, falling to her knees and reaching for the front of Cesare's breeches.

Ezio had seen enough at this point, and turned away quickly. He realised Lucretzia's girly jizz was still splatered around his face in small incriments. Wiping it off with a smile, he continued his way around the tower. Not very long later, a call rang out from the battlements below. "Open the gate! The Captian-General is leaving!" and the man himself strode throught the gates. 
"Darn." thought Ezio, pearched on a beam protruding from the Castello walls. "Machiavelli will be dissapointed. And now that i think about it, so must be Lucretzia!" Laughing to himself he continued his climb.