BladeRunner

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)

Gotcha, alright, so I'll get to working on those once I'm done with the stats stuff. Wanna do things one at a time.

Name: Kjorvick Valutheigm Age: 67 Sexuality: Heterosexual Gender: Male Type of Worker: Bartender, Bouncer/Security, Sex Aid... On very few occasions

No no nevermind, I got the perfect system that don't need level caps

It's been a bit, but ye I can do it, I'll have the time to now. What races in particular were you looking at?

But anywho, how is everyone?

Hey, so an idea (that may or may not work) is accidental enthrallment? Toshiro was recently in another city he could have ended up making the character a thrall whilst saving her from a vampire he was hired to put down? So perhaps she was searching for him until ending up in Spruce Moore(?). That work for the coverage @Kitsuyumia? Or is that a no go?

I'm no mod but I wouldn't see a problem with it? More looking for werewolf characters, but if you want a Thrall character I do have a Vamp that she can be thrown at

Edited my post finally, just to where he's rushing around. Feel free to try and stop him, whoever XD If no one does then I'm throwing him back into the Alpha Wing

"I've been here for maybe a month and this is the first time I'm hearing of it." Amon admits nonchalantly, then again he should have read up on the variety of "spells" and "enchantments," then again, he wasn't magically inclined at all so in his mind it wouldn't do any good. Maybe he should change that? But he also remained quiet, Amon was not so talkative as of right now unless directly spoken to. He took the information in and processed it for a hard minute while everyone else was talking about, this whole magic island thing was starting to become more and more confusing. At first glance he thought it was an ordinary island only to find out it was in fact a completely different world. It was isolated, that's what it had going for it. Inclining his head just a little more, Amon responded with, "So a no language barrier spell.... Great. If you three don't mind, I think I'm just gonna head to shore... Not too keen on sitting in the middle of the ocean, ya know?"

Nimona was being suppressed by all manners of attention. Her breaths grew ragged more and more and she could no longer withhold needy whines. She gushed out what could only be described as a torrent of love juice as soon as Miss Vulf struck her g-spot. Nimona let loose a small scream as her head jerked back, her kegs tensed up and squeezed together, the girl's cunt wrapped even tighter around the double digits. She had gripped onto anything tightly let it be cloth or furniture. Riding down from her high, Nimona eased herself with various twitches here and there. She was panting rather hard and her body temperature just slightly dropped, she closed her eyes for maybe a minute taking everything in from the sensations to the actions that transpired. Little did she know that she had grasped Alicia's wrists in an iron hold, however her hands were sift and the grip wasn't harsh. Finally she opened her eyes and they locked onto the little vampires, whether it was a lovers feeling or instincts she really wanted to nuzzle the Blondie but refrained from doing that. She let loose a sigh and let go of the vampire. "W-warrior..." Nimona finally said as her legs spread back open to help relax her. There was still that needy burning in her snatch, however she ignored it to the best of her ability despite the pouty look on her face, "Yeah... We use ranks... Look I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, but if I tell you what our structure is... Mostly I guess... Your Coven could use that information on us if the truce breaks, yeah?"

That's good, glad to see you back

Sorry for the sudden absence, been busy and tired to really do anything. I'll continue with my current stuff, and I may also edit my post in the mating season so I can get a move on with things