BladeRunner

Y'all can skip me until Kjorvick is needed again. I'll be watching

Y'all can skip me until Kjorvick is needed again. I'll be watching

"Yeah... Maybe. It's not important," Toshiro quickly switches the subject from there. It was evident he'd rather not get to it, not that it was disturbing but in that it wasn't really important to him. Still, this bite marks were unmistakable and a habit he hasn't really shown in many years, but it was something he couldn't control that time around. Still then he had a responsibility to take care of, "Very well, Amber, if you wish to serve me I will accept. On the condition that during the day the blinds do not open in this RV. Now, what services are you wanting to do exactly? I'm not one for treating people like slaves, so I'm wanting to know what kind of services you're offering?"

((Apologies for the wait)) The large Wolf looked down at the indecisive female, every smell he took in making his red meat twitch. When Rinoa nuzzled against his thigh the Wolf let loose a built up breath, he was eager to get things started but took his time, almost savoring the whines and neediness of the female. It made him all the more excited, and without hesitation he grabbed the soft skinned wolfess and pressed her against his midsection, the tip of his solid cock brushing against her wet snatch. This will suffice, the Alpha answered telepathically, the that all werewolves have in their wolf form. His voice was soothing, deep and calming. He slowly started to lower Rinoa onto his enlarged meat as the tip entered her, going at a slow pace for her to get used to. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her and the Alpha didn't want Rinoa changing unless it was necessary. No need to cause a panic amongst the others in the pack. But hurt Rinoa will most likely go through, his cock was already leaking precum which was starting to smear her walls, she'd have to get used to his size... Again.

And here was his decision. Toshiro had to think for a solid minute, the girl before had seemed like she was in a sorry state, so enthralling her for a better life was probably a questionable act to begin with. With a sigh he leaned against the stove, making his decision but not immediately stating it. It was Toshiro's fault that this girl was a thrall now, bound to the vampire who didn't want servants... And now here he was. "Very well," Toshiro clears his throat, "I guess I can take pity on you... You need to know that you're already a... thrall of mine, I marked you, and would have taken you in back at the alleyway but wanted you to decide your fate ultimately. What's your name then? You have one right?"

Saved her life? Toshiro had to really think on this one as his eyes scanned the girls form up and down. He only had to look once to see that she was raggedy in appearance, to say that aloud would be blunt at best at best and rude at worst, he saw the chain which drew a variety of questions. The main one being why there was a girl waiting for him? Toshiro drew a held breath as his investigation into the girls mannerisms started to play about. Nervous, distant, poorly dressed, it could have been she was homeless, but why look for the vampire? "How did I-?" Toshiro was starting to ask his question of how he had saved this girl's life. But he had stopped extremely short of his words when his eyes rested on a pair of very distinct marks on her neck. No... No I couldn't have...! And then it hit Toshiro like a brick. The girl he'd saved, he had enthralled her per her plea. The girl really wanted to be with someone, so desperate to have that something, so he fulfilled her request and then left her just a moment later. He was against enthralling others, yet here he was dealing with his decision. Toshiro sighed and said, "Listen... I understand you have... Feelings and the like, but shouldn't you be out pursuing your own life? You're so young yet you'd prefer being bound to me?"

Entering the RV, Toshiro walked in sighing and stretching his back. Tea was good, and the conversation between Miana Blackthorne and himself was also good. He was expecting it to be all businesses but in the end the pair just shared stories and thoughts of the past and present. But Toshiro kept in mind the fragile truce that the Blackthorne Coven and the Midnight Pack agreed upon in which case he was always ready for active deployment in case the truce fell through. With a sigh, he was starting to move toward the back. He deserved a rest after this long trip. The inevitable stay here was a wise choice, the previous city he was in was no good, Toshiro knew that after what he'd done. An assassin is what he used to be many years ago, a "regulator" was what he was considered now, and as a White Fang his appearance had always kept hidden. No one knew who he was, at least no one he hunted. The pay was good but always the job had to be arduous and tricky. But that would make things too easy if they weren't. Upon his steps pass the small stove, Toshiro caught whiff of a very Human scent. It seemed familiar... But otherwise completely foreign when nothing came to mind of it. He wasn't constantly feeding on people either so this had naturally sent warning signals through his head. Carefully Toshiro evened his steps until he said calmly, "Step out now, or else."

The change from man to wolf was easy and painless for the Alpha. Some who changed did go through a much painful moment as their bones snapped and warped, but for those like the Alpha himself the change was welcomed. It made things easier if they didn't fight the transformation. This was... An odd case, because his transformation was intentional on a technical level, it was naturally occurring due to instincts and so he welcomed it. After all, who would deny a hound his attention? When the Alpha was finished his transformation he took on the massive form of a silver wolf. He was a sight to behold, a behemoth of a beast much larger than any other. The wolf ended up outside of the bed, crouching for Rinoa to see properly. The Alpha eyes the nude woman who seemed to be eager... Well, whatever he considered eager in this state of mind. He slowly leaned back until he was sitting on his hind, and now in front of the woman was a wolf with a raging red rocket. The Wolf's swollen mass twitched at the cool air as it wasn't getting attention, but he didn't move at all, instead he seemed more intent to let the woman try her hand at the larger piece of meat compared to the Human's. To say he was big was an understatement. The Wolf whined just slightly, emphasizing the "neglect" he was facing now. There was still that piece of Austin that remained, as both both man and beast are one now, he still played a caution of not wanting to hurt Rinoa.

When Rinoa wrapped around Austin the male sighed at her eager work. He barely had to thrust at all as the female did the job on her own, but even still it wasn't enough for the Aloha. He wanted more. As Rinoa grinded against his body Austin wrapped his arms around her waist and hefted his lower body so that his feet were flat against the mattress. From there he went to town, quickly thrusting in and out to get more out of the efforts either wolf put in. Rinoa kissed along his body, and the Alpha couldn't help but pound as fast as he could, the sloshing and slapping could be heard from halls. One of his hands slid downward to grasp a handful of buttocks only to accidentally slide a thick finger into her ass. Austin didn't notice it, he was told distracted, however the same may not have been said for Rinoa. Before she could properly react Austin thrusted upward and held his position, barely making the woman bounce as he gushed a torrent of semen into the wolfess, but he didn't seem to stop altogether. Austin lowered his hips before slamming upward again and again, but something was happening all the while. The Alpha's skin started to change like he was growing bigger, his hair thicker as well as hair growing in certain spots. The fact he was changing was a fearful thing, the fact that he only had pure instincts for lust may have been kinky to some. But he fought it, there was still that indecisiveness somewhere in his mind that fought what was happening. The Alpha slid out of the woman as he tried easing into the transformation, the wolf escaping and slowly but surely working it's way out of it's kennel.

"You haven't found anyone yet. Specifically, you haven't found anyone real yet. That time will come, you have to go through the bad ones till you meet that person." Kjorvick replies in a scornful manner to what the lady said but giving some disclosure to her problem, he moved around to the bar and was starting to take his place as a bouncer, watching the larger man stroll in silently and behind Cleo. Vick simply started to mind his business, if things picked up then he would have to move around and make sure things went smoothly. It wasn't hard to imagine that there were some bad folks out and about but the fact that this was a newly opened bar meant that those "bad folks" haven't found it yet. Or perhaps he was wrong. Vick kept a calm manner as his gaze scanned the empty building, his tattooed arms crossed and his back pressed against the wall while he leaned against it. If only he had his swords... But fists would do, and a gun if a fight got uglier than before.

Without further hesitation Austin allowed the woman to dive into the kiss. He felt her straddle his waist and grind against his crotch, the added effect allowing more stimulation to his rapidly rising need. But he knew the exact problem as to why he couldn't have that sudden release in sensation, and he would act to it. His hands traveled down to the cloth that Rinoa wore on her bottom and without any difficulty he ripped the fabric in half and tossed it wherever. From there the Alpha slid his pants down to allow his rod freedom until it was smothered under the weight of Rinoa and the need of her snatch grinding across it back and forth. There was that stimulation, but he wanted more of it as Rinoa continued to move about. So Austin decidedly pulled the girl by her hips, and as she slid back made certain that his cock pierced and slid into her. And thanks to earlier's interaction he slid in with ease but noticed her squeezing him at the same time. With an escape of his breath it was more like he had that "release" he was wanting, a return to the sensation he felt abd was now feeling again.

"Mmhm, anytime." Kjorvick mutters, making himself comfortable at the counter. It was a quiet night... Or day, he normally worked for however long and didn't pay attention to timr. That was him in a nutshell though. But there were a few things that Vick was curious about Cleo, one of which were boiling down to asking in this moment. "For a girl your age why haven't you found yourself a man yet?" It was uncharacteristic of Vick to boot, but rarely he asked about certain things and it was just that, pure curiosity. He continued, "Youngin's your age normally burn through relationships like paper, and I always see you on and off the clock. You holding out or something?"

She was too cute, a thought that Austin wouldn't say out loud, never in his life. The younger wolfess scurried away slightly in an effort to put distance between him and herself. She hid her face and said something aloud but all Austin could hear were the quickening thumps in his and Rinoa's chests. It was second nature at best this damned Wolf instincts, and he felt himself inching closer to Rinoa who was clenching the pillow tighter and realized that she was grinding at it. His instincts were too much... The Alpha pried the pillow from Rinoa, hus pants sliding from the original position until his rod stuck halfway out. His eyes pierced hers, his breaths matched hers, and he suddenly felt a hand of his slide up Rinoa's shirt but stopped a third of the way. In a controlled and calm but quiet manner, the Alpha states, "You're a terrible liar." The Alpha didn't hesitate to deliver a kiss right afterward. His hardened and rough hands groped at the girl beside him as he used one of them to slide the shirt right off of her. This is where negotiations have failed entirely, and he couldn't control himself.

Vick only grunted in confirmation as he finished his cleanup and exited the counter. He waltzed to behind Cleo with a few mutterings, amongst them, "Just relax," being the barely audible words that came from his mouth. Carefully, he approached the backside of Cleo and softly started to work his magic. His hands were tough, firm, years of working and manual labor hardening those muscles. His own work as of right now seemed harsh and painful at first but he continued from the base of the back of her neck to the shoulders, then to beneath her shoulder blades. The man ignored Cleo's approval, not so much on purpose but that he was focused. There were a few knots he managed to smooth out, his hands traveled up and down her form which, to most men, was something they dreamed of. But he didn't think like that, Vick continued until finally ending in her thighs, to which he forced the lady to stand up and crouch down working on both inner and outer thighs. Unbeknownst to the poor old man, this maneuver was a bit much, but he ignored any protest as his mind was somewhere else and not currently focused on voices. Finally done with his work at the calves, Vick slowly rose and felt the young woman up for anything he missed, nevermind his hands were gentle now. He said behind the woman and sighing, "There you go. You might feel unbalanced but in the end I got what I could," Before taking a seat on a stool next to Cleo.

I'll have posts tomorrow.

Just get to the room, just get to the room! Austin continuously thought. He was careful to avoid others and quick enough he was approaching the Alpha Wing the rather quickly. Just outside the room were his plates of covered food, thank goodness. He picked the plates up carefully and used his foot to lightly push the bottom of the door open. The Alpha entered then used his foot to close the door, walking across the room to set the food on his open desk. But there was something he was missing. Austin could smell the pheromones in his room, it was a pleasant but horrid smell at the same time, but there was that something that he was forgetting. The heat was getting to his head, so many things and so much information going through all at once, it was boggling to say the least! Shaking his head, the Alpha walked over to his bed in the near pitch dark and laid down down a moment, and then he felt something moving. Someone moving. And then it hit him as to what exactly he forgot. "Rinoa?" Austin starts in a slightly concerned tone, his hard staff straining against his gym shorts, he couldn't really see what she was doing besides her shadowy form moving repetitively. He reached over and turned her around using just his hand, his eyes meeting hers, unbeknownst that his rod were poking between her clenched legs " Are you going to be alright?"

If anything I got Toshiro for you @Rena-Amane

"All businesses start small," Vick states scornfully, turning to the pouty girl who had been ranting her fears and frustration, "You start with one customer, sometimes they may not be the best, or perhaps the place is not what they're looking for. But! When you have your first few customers you treat them with the upmost respect, as of they are friends." Vick had his fists placed on either side of the woman's head, not directly but close enough to make out the weird tattoos that littered his arms, "Buy them a drink on the house, let them have that first meal free, because you want your first customer to be a satisfied one so that they spread the word. My grandfather taught me that before I started my herbal shop, and look at it now. My son controls it and it's possibly one of the best business successes in this godforsaken city. Patience is key, Cleo. If you need help with relaxing, getting your muscles loose, I can give you the usual?" The "usual" was a hell of a massage, a back massage nonetheless, but when the place was being built he did give certain friends and workers a few minutes of peace and release. If course one man thought Vick was referring to something else and got his face planted into hot metal. Still, he cracked his knuckles and allowed the offer to hang in the air, readying a few things for the night in case it actually got busy this time.

Yuuupp, I'm good to go, I'll get a post in a little later.

"Hmph! I'll take that compliment." Vick openly stated, though he knew Cleo she also knew him and his mannerisms, hell, almost everyone knew Vick as a hardass, but at least she knew him a little more. He started to put everything away, the sliced lemons were set into a small ice box to help keep them fresh for the night, luckily everyone seems to like the new additions of the fruit on drinks. It was his personal suggestion way back when even before this place had opened, he used them a lot in his old herbal shop before his son took over the family business. While putting away the things, Vick had watched Cleo from his peripheral, while not directly looking at her he could watch and have a nice view from the corner of his eye. He was always watching everyone, more or less, just in case. He then asked, "I trust you're having a good day? Or night I should say?"

Kjorvick listened and watched the lady move to the stool, resting herself a moment before anyone else came in. Though he didn't smile, the slight twitch in an eyebrow was an indication that he was interested, and so he moved around the counter and started to rummage through carefully and quickly with what he needed. There were names for certain drinks, but the special mixes he'd make were all nameless, he never needed a name for them... Well, there were a few that floated in the air. One definitive drink was an ice cold cocktail known as the Long Island Beach Tea. It was not to be mistake for that last word. Taking the contents, Vick poured in vodka, tequila, rum, gin, Cointreau, and sweet and sour mix into a cocktail shaker and blended them for a solid minute, until the outside got frosty and cold. He placed a few cubes of ice into a highball glass, and strain in the iced tea mixing the cocktail into the glass. Topping with the cola, and garnished with a lemon wedge, Vick produced one of his personal "downtime" favourites to his boss. Cleo was probably one of the few people to have ever had this concoction, but otherwise this was the first time. It was flawless with how he mixed everything. "Long Island Beach Tea, sip it only, trust me, it can knock you on your ass. Then I'd have to drop you on a bed because you're drunk off your top." Vick states in an "as-a-matter-of-fact" tone, but otherwise it was still grizzled and sounded rough despite his intentions.

Entering the bar for his shift, the older, white haired man closer the bar door behind him and turning to clock into the kiosk-OMS system. He walked around the reception desk and punched in his numbers, and after the screen forwarded to a small digital white time slip he hit the exit on the screen and immediately went toward the back. After a solid minute, the older man came back out donning his typical sleeveless black shirt which hugged his body showing off the muscles he had, along with the jeans and steel-tipped boots. But this "older man" was a product of his generation. Kjorvick Valutheigm, or "Vick" for short, was amongst a dying breed of "real men," he thought personally, though there were a few exceptions. Despite his age, his body was in it's prime, it was clear evidence he had worked his whole life and strived for something, but being his age he was indeed a rare breed. He had his hair done up in a ponytail with a few strands hanging loose, nothing major. "Cleo." Vick greeted the younger woman, walking the bar and seeing what needed done. Tonight, he was a bouncer and a secondary bartender and if things got ugly he dealt with fists... If things took for the worst, he had a Glock tucked away in his pants. Not that he ever needed it, he was always fast enough to deal with a threat before it became too much a problem. The whole, "Sex Aid," role was of its own nature, and he openly explained that it was something he wasn't wanting to do often. "No one else?" Vick asked curiously, his grizzled voice sounding more like it was a demand than anything.

Looks as good as a bar would XD Anything I can do to help at all? If not I'm cool with that (or if you need me to post anything at all)