BladeRunner

As Amon was just about ready he'd witness Irene slide on some tight clothes- a tank top and shorts, which, he did watch her from the corner of his eye and admired the view. Even with clothes on she was pleasing to the eye but he didn't want to be a brown noser so he'd kept his mouth shut. Following the woman outside now, Amon was starting to internally pump himself up for a little wrestling albeit punching and kicking seemed allowed... Which, he'd do his best to grapple and not swing, as he wasn't raised to hit women let it be for fun or whatever else. Now if the bitch came at him with a knife, that's different, she was willing to take his life. Upon entering the grassy area, a backyard in Amon's eyes, Irene spoke up, ""Don't go easy on me just because I'm female. I'm not Amazonian for nothing. A 3 second second pin, a knockout or simply being unable to move is a way to win. You won't get any if you take me too lightly." 'Yeah yeah, whatever,' Amon thinks, 'Take you too lightly, you'll whip my ass with them guns!' "Alright then, got it, how should... Uhh... We start things off? Normally I deal with sucker punches and getting jumped, not necessarily an "in the moment" type deal right here." True, the man has beaten people up, but when they fought back it was because A.) They were pricks that needed to be moved out of the establishment, B.) They got angry with him and sucker punched the poor guy, or C.) They were a bunch of assholes who had friends and wanted revenge. That was when he shot two people.

Naked lady wants to wrestle for the chance to win pregnant... Alright, weird, but shouldn't really question cultural bullshit. Amon smirked as he watched the woman waltz over to her forge, he took in every jiggle and detail he humanly could without looking all that obvious. Punches, jabs, kicks, and pins was something he... Well he has something against hitting women. Manhandling was as far as the man would go, she could potentially screw him up for life and he still wouldn't hit her unless Irene came at him with a knife, then all bets were off. "Alright..." Amon say's with a sharp inhale then a soft exhale, "Okay, deal. And I don't need a weapon, never been one for fancy things." Amon went over to a table and set his gun, additional clips, his machete and a multi tool on the flat surface. He let loose an audible, "Oh yeah," Before pulling two different sized knives from his boots, one from each piece of leather, then place a carving tool and a revolver on the table. Man's gotta protect himself, especially if he dealt with monsters and magical things. He turned back and took his boots off in case it seemed unfair the guy has extra leverage to work with. And now they were off, there was a slight size difference in his shorter stature compared to Irene, and said, "How we start this off?"

With the malevolent snicker and a shift in her demeanor, Amon watched Irene, in the back of his head suspicion grew. What was she up to? He wasn't the flirtatious type, compliments he played those well but flirting was not necessarily Amon's strong suit. Straight and to the point was his ideal, and boy, a lot of chicks blew him off that way. Except for Vanilla, there was a difference with that one. "A dual? What kind of dual?" Amon asked as he crosses his arms now. He would easily watched the naked woman move about of course, nevermind the wolves around the pair, he was focused one one thing and one thing only. He had hoped it wasn't a fist fight, but there were words uttered that almost dumbfounded the poor guy when he heard them. Amon understood what she meant after a good minute, that little lightbulb crack in his head at the realization that this, "Dual," Would determine if he... Became a fucking father. Just great. But if that's what the lady wanted then he'd go for whatever she was suggesting. Last thing he wanted to do was beat the hell out of a soon-to-be kids mom, but if she liked it then that there was a toxic relationship, boys and girls!

"Oh... She was serious about the Amazonian part... That clears it up!" Amon thought as Irene explains her own situation on Sweet Treat. To say it intrigued him was an understatement, and the fact that his curious eyes started wondered here and there before quickly coming back before being noticed at all. Excuse? This lady has a very nice bed. But to also say Amon wasn't invested in the island or it's people was a lie. Sure he beat the hell out of men and... Things twice his size but at the same time they were stuck here... Free of rent and a roof over their heads, and they still acted like absolute asses. He couldn't have imagined what anyone acted like around Irene especially with how strong and tall she was, especially with wolves and the fact she could most likely fade several guys easily. But his brow twitched at the suggestion of being called a wuss. "Hey- hey! Who said anything about that?" Amon replies a bit loudly as he stretched an arm almost as if there was extra work to be done, "I drink beer, fight monsters and shoot guns, I ain't bitch-made. So!" Amon claps his hands together once and now looks more enthusiastic, "What next?"

Amon continued his work until reaching the woman's upper portion of buttocks. Oh, how hard he could smack them, here and now. After a second he cleared his throat and got off the bed, straightening himself out and upright. It'd been awhile since he's massaged anyone but at least the lady got what she needed, as for Amon... He got to do his job. When Amon was asked about his former he actually had to think about it. Nothing about his life on the mainland was necessarily good, he had a few decent memories but his life was nothing but hardship. It was the reason he found refuge and a new start on Sweet Treat Island was because there was nothing for Amon in America. He didn't need anything fancy or special attention, Amon was Amon, he did his job exceedingly well and had a roof over his head. It's all he could ask for. "Me? Well I used to live in the United States. Dallas, Texas. Not a whole lot for me there, so I moved here on boat. Got a job, food and a roof over my head, and with hunting monsters and animals it help keeps me focused. Plus I get into a lot of fights with pompous cunts, so that's fun. Ain't nothin' more to say beyond that. But how about you, why'd you move all the way out here?"

"Amazonian... Fucking great, couldn't just have said you were Brazilian. 'Great' to see that the people on this island are exotic... Though I shouldn't complain," Amon thought as he slowly worked his way down the shoulder blades and under, starting on a series of knots and stress spots with great strength, "Sone dudes would love to be in the spot that I'm in right now... Like I am. But we won't discuss that." "Amazonian huh? That sounds... Exotic," Amon replies with the best word that wasn't flirtatious nor insulting, "You can whip a man's ass, any guy who thinks that's scary are just a bunch'a pussies. Hell, most guy's nowadays chastise me for hunting! Like, I don't trophy hunt, I hunt to do weird survival shit, mind your fuckin' business and I'll mind mine, ya' know?" As the man continued downward, he gave a, "You'll feel winded, and it's gonna hurt a second," warning before literally straightening Irene's back. There was a loud and audible crack, signifying that the bone was placed back into it's proper proper spot. How the lady hasn't been having back issues Amon didn't know, all he knew was that what he just did will help a load down the road. He stops to allow Irene a minute to recoup and then continued his descent down her lower back, not even focused on her nakedness.

//Sorry for the holdup, forgot to save what I typed and it's been busy the last few days// Much like any of the other women this one had a beauty about her, more feral and rugged than the "soft" ladies he's dealt with. Vanilla was an exception of course, but right now Amon's having to deal with someone new that he hardly knew of. He's always forgotten to visit this place and everyone he's talked to about it told him to be especially careful. He now knows it's because of the wolves, and potentially how crazy this chick could be. "Alright... Guess I'll get to it..." Amon replies quietly to himself as he walks over to the bed. In front of it he brushed her hair to the side to get a better view of that back, he hated touching people and normally did so only when helping or fighting, and he especially did not liked being touched. When he finally started to work on the woman, Amon vegan with just feeling on her back to see where the stress was, and oh boy, being a smithy must have been hard work. The woman was masculine, he could feel toned muscles and more. But he started to feel knots and tightness all throughout her body, so, as a starting place, Amon begun messaging near the lady's neck more around her shoulders than anything. He filtered out dirty thoughts immediately and just got to work, and his hands were between soft and harsh as far as movements go. And without much effort Amon brought out a series of cracks and deep pops, "Jesus... I probably would've mistook you for an Olympian."

There was no way he was dealing with this now. He could always come back, Amon wasn't biased but right as of now it was just plain rude to stay in the same room with a naked woman. His current trek to the door was blocked off by a growling wolf which isn't the weirdest things he's encountered on the island but still, he wasn't expecting a fuckin' wolf. Amon let loose an audible humm before turning around, a light blush on his face keeping his eyes upward with an awkward smile. "W-well when you put it like that I guess I could stay and help ya!" Amon let out a ln awkward laugh showing his nervousness. This nervousness was not something to be taken lightly, it was a facade... Well, a bullshit facade, he was nervous but not as much as he was showing it. He could throw down in a fight. "So- uhhh how would you like me to help out... Or pay you back?"

Today's "weekly quota" was to simply go about and check the shops and the vendors for any needs, "needs," and to make sure they were doing alright. And this was his fourth time knocking on a cracked open door. The latch wasn't even locked, fuckin' tourists! As one of Sweet Treat Island's guards and patrol... And hunter might he add, a cracked door was not a good sign. He pulled a pistol from it's holster and slowly entered the building, cautious as ever and not jumping at the first thing. As he entered the threshold he noticed how... Compact everything was, with what metalworks he saw of tools and anvil, hammers and other equipment as well as a forge which fire crackles from it. Amon Veil kept his gun low and looked around for any threat, monster mainly, but that's not to say there weren't anyone with mania hiding about or even looters and burglars. He carefully scanned the room until his eyes once again set on the forges flame and ember, unbeknownst that there was someone indeed in the room with him. The moment he heard a noise he turned with pistol pointed and ready to shoot... It that it was a woman. Amon lowered his weapon when she spoke and put it away even, and answered, "Sorry about that, I'm one of the staff members of Sweet Treat Island. I am doing patrols and checking up on vendors for... Whatever they need, when I saw your door cracked open I thought maybe someone broke in or a monster- which, has happened before. But, now that I see you're all hunkadory, I'll be on my way." 'She's naked- she's naked- just walk out Amon it's no issue, just pretend you saw no bits.' The man thought as he turned and started for the door.

Gonna be having my character free for RP for anyone. Give me a shout-out if someone's interested

I actually thought about that once I got on the site today. I'm thinking that maybe they should already be acquainted and together after the reset. The intro for either character is done and known to everyone else OOC, so I think them being already Master/Thrall and knowing one another for however long IC is enough for me. It just doesn't make sense repeating the same song and dance even if it's a little different. Let's see... I know on the Wolf Pack I'm gonna keep Austin's character progress where it is after the reset, Nimona is... Nimona, not sure what I'm gonna do with that one, and the other Wolf character I got won't be introduced until later, either sooner or literally later on, whichever works. For now I think I'll end up playing him eventually, maybe working as an Omega and his identity kept secret in Spruce Moore while living amongst Human's, except to those Human's who actually know Austin. That's the outlined plan at least.

Also, I had a storyline that's (sort of) in progress with Austin, if it was okay with you if I can keep that going whilst working with the reset?

Sorry, been gone the past few days out of state for funeral. Should be good to go now.

The Wolf's large hand found it's way onto the woman's thigh, squeezing slightly, the firm grasp wasn't one of anger or annoyance but rather a tenderness. The Man seemed to be present still and the Wolf didn't fight it, his other hand pulled the woman onto the top of his torso as to allow her access to his warm fur. The fur itself was like silk, soft and smooth, not impure or rugged like many others with the only "imperfection" being his still-throbbing red rocket. But that didn't even seem to be his worries at all, the Wolf caressed the woman softly as to calm her down despite the heat that flower through her, it was rare moments like this that were treated by the Alpha even if he didn't admit it.

Sorry for inactivity on the Wolf-side of things, was waiting for another player to hop on in but that didn't happen, soooo I guess I'll be continuing here soon.

Just people laying down.the pipe XD

That can work, we have a member of two from another pack as well

As far as I know the Midnight Pack has only ever faced one other wolf pack, and that ended in bloodshed. Unless she has plans for there being other packs in the area (or around for that matter), I'd probably say they have a bad streak of butting heads with Omegas (strays) and maybe someone passing through Spruce Moore. But another answer is your character could have come from a different pack? Or maybe even two others, kinda nomadic in a sense.

Probably not. I wouldn't try it anyhow as there are Humans that can control their Wolf side... Half to most of the time I believe, font necessarily see the point imo. If you're talking about an anthropomorphic wolf... That could potentially be the wolf form(?) as I think the owner did that for a "mid transformation" of sorts for a later character.

Toshiro was careful to move slowly and gently, he could tell the girl was tighter than what he was anticipating which made him question if she had sex "twice" before. Possibly with another woman, that could have done it or even maybe she gave someone a blowjob and considered that as such? Whatever the case, this didn't matter as of now. The vampire thrusted deeper each time, his speed was starting to quicken albeit slowly, and his grip tightened just slightly around Amber's hips. When his "servant" asked her question Toshiro only answered with a hard smack to her right buttock. It has been years since he had been with a woman, a young one especially though his taste in older women was currently null. He's had flings with other vampires and occasionally a Human of two, nothing ever murderous, but a night of passion was what he needed sometimes and then he would dip out. There's a vampire back in Texas, a "real" woman that knew how to grab him by the balls, he had her number in case of a "booty call" as they called it. Each thrust of his cock reminded him of other times with women, not in the sensual of now but in that he hasn't been with anyone "young" in... How long now? About three hundred years ago?

Meh, living. You?

For Toshiro this was an easy task, he fondled the girl diligently whilst being careful as to not jump the gun too much. His two left middle fingers massaged and worked their way through her folds until he practically sawed his way into her snatch. Each time his fingers moved they would proceed to begin leaving only to inch deeper into Amber's depths. From his excitement the vampires rod had grown to full length and painfully stretched through the boxers until breaking through a buttoned hole at the front, the button already undone and allowed for that freedom. The vampires cock throbbed against Amber's thighs as she begged to be taken, giving him all the more initiative to move forward with this little fling. Toshiro pulled away gripping Amber's thighs and slowly started to push his length through her folds. It was painful in a reading way, painful in that he could tell she was needy- he was needy as well, but he didn't want to rush things too harshly. As soon as the head was fully enveloped, Toshiro pulled out until only the very tip of his rod remained, and then he'd proceed with repeating the process until little by little he was getting deeper.

When he finally lays down the Alpha could clearly be seen panting. His thoughts were scattered but reached the she-wolf letting her know that he was probably tapped out despite his cock still being rock hard. Damn these pheromones and everything they stood for! The season was a bane to his existence as an Alpha of the Midnight Pack, he had always tried to stray from mating and yet here he was doing just that. ((Sorry for short response))

His fingers slowly caresses just the outside of Amber's nether region. Not quite touch her lips but, torturous even in sensation, Toshiro knew the action would slowly drive the girl crazy. His breath hit her neck, he didn't want to bite her but she was begging at this point, abd in a controlled manner used his canines to only pierce her skin to allow a slow amount of blood to dripple outward. No food for him, he was already full. Toshiro's erection slowly grew through his soaked and white, now translucent boxers which pressed against the girls back. His fingers slowly worked around a breast whilst the other hand tended to the nethers, slowly working them until finally his ring and middle fingers found their way between her slit.

Tricked her ass and forgot about her My man's got priorities!