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Irene found his awkwardness in the situation he found himself quite cute and endearing, a light laugh escaping her as she eyed him. He clearly wasn't certain what to do just now and she couldn't blame him. She was sometimes too straightforward and simply did as she wanted when she wanted. His reaction to her was the usual after all. "We'll do a count down from 3. Are you ready?" Irene then got into a fight ready stance. One could tell she was a trained huntress simply from her form and stance and balance. "3..." "...2..." "....1..." Just as the count down ended she lunged, her feet digging into the ground as she launched forward at him. She was quick and agile and although she wasn't exactly trying for a hit just then, one could tell she had strength too. For now however she simply wanted to gage his reactions and ability before she begins getting serious.

Irene could only chuckle as he began to set a plethora of weapons he had hidden on him, moving so she could grab a tight tank top, pulling it on before she pulled on a pair of shorts, not even bothering with a pair of underwear. She stretched her arms for a moment then beckoned him to follow her out the room. They weren't going to fight there. She didn't wish to harm any of her forge tools or creations. Irene led him out into an open area, a good place for a spar or a duel. She glanced around as she made sure no one was there, smirking in excitement. It had been a while since she fought anyone, all her muscles going into her smiths work. She stretched for a few moments, arms, back and legs before turning to face him with a large excited grin. "Don't go easy on me just because I'm female. I'm not Amazonian for nothing." Irene told him, her voice almost a pur as she cracked her knuckles and neck. "A 3 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." It was clear that Irene was speaking from experience. She was a trained warrior that had undergone many battles and more. She was a huntress too, yet men kept finding it necessary to pull their first few punches only to realise too late that it isn't necessary. She despised being looked down on.

Irene almost chuckled as she watched him sit up straight and cross his arms. She eyed him like prey with a large smirk twisting her lips while her leg swayed lightly. "A duel. Yes. Spar with me. First to pin for 3 seconds is the winner." Irene explained. She leaned back against the bed, holding herself up with one arm as she watched his reactions. Would he accept? Had he even wanted to be worthy? She didnt know. But she liked his type and she found no harm in getting to the point. "Are you interested? No weapons allowed. Punches and kicks and pins and throws are however so... if you can't handle pain you can just say no." She said as she then moved to get up, standing in front of the bed to head iver to her forge. She picked up a small dagger she had designed and forged and looked to him. "If you do need more incentive... I can also make you a weapon of your design?"

Irene was eyeing him with a light smirk on her features, an eyebrow raised. She just about caught him staring and his stammering a response to being a wuss simply made her mischievous grin grow. At not feeling his hands on her anymore she turned on her bed onto her side, her head on her hand as she chuckled at his reaction. At his final question she hummed, and pretended to think for a short while. She then sat herself up, swinging her legs off the side of the bed and lifting one leg over the other. "Hmmm what.. next...." Irene let out what almost may be perceived as a diabolical snicker. "How about a duel? Since you aren't a wuss you couldn't possibly reject no? If I find you worthy I will let you father an Amazonian or a Son." Irene told him smoothly. Men usually wanted sons did they not? Or was that back when only sons could become heirs. Either way should the child be a female she was to be raised and trained as an Amazonian and that should be quite the honour for him should it not? Irene realised she may be behind the times but this was her first rodeo. She didn't know how else to go about it.

Irene simply lay there on her stomach enjoying the massage he delivered. He made good work of undoing the knots in her back and with his hands reaching just above her rear she stiffened for a moment. She could almost hear him thinking of what to tell her after her question, humming softly to break the silence that came about. When he did speak however she made sure to listen well to his story. It sounded like he lived a busy life. Exactly something she would look for in a man. A light smile graced the corner of her lips as she lift her head to place her chin on the pillow, a light chuckle escaping her chest at his curiosity. "Amazonians are a women only tribe. We are warriors and we bear warriors. However we need a man to bear warriors to begin with and... I deemed that I've come of age now to leave the tribe in search of a man worthy of mating with me." Irene explained promptly. "This island seemed the perfect place to search for someone who is worthy and willing." She turned to look to him through the corner of her eye and delivered a teasing wink. "Of course I thought it was a perfect chance to sell some of my crafts as well while at it... but my priority was finding someone man enough." She then faked a small pout, almost taunting. "Didn't expect so many to be absolute wusses though.... You aren't a wuss are you?"

Irene hummed softly, eyes closed as he did his work. She clearly needed this and to her luck someone had just walked by and was perfect for the job. At his comment a soft chuckle escaped her. She already knew she could whip a mans ass. It was how she saw if a man was worthy of her. Being the daughters of the Goddess Athena meant that no man was worthy for them unless they can defeat them. And even so it was only for breeding to continue their bloodline. She was here to advertise her craft and find one worthy to make a child with. Yet she found none worthy just yet. Hearing that he had hunted interested her, considering she was also accustomed to such as a tribal warrior. It was just after his warning that she felt the crack and breath get stuck in her chest. A light moan escaped her as she grit her teeth and clutched the sheets below her. She was glad he gave her time to recover while she took slow breaths to get back into rhythm. "What about you? Where do your origins lie?" Irene asked, curious as to where he came from to be able to hunt and such. On an island like this where many seemed to be spoiled brats and gained what they wished when they wished, he still hunted. It had said something.

Irene let out a soft and happy sigh as he began to work, a light moan and groan escaping her when he began at the knots in her back. She knew she was masculine and well toned, being a blacksmith it was clear the amount of muscle she would build, but she would never stop working as it was her love for the craft that she started it to begin with. She buried her face into the pillow beneath her, moaning against it as he worked her neck and back. His hands were strong and rough, she could tell he could fight. It was exactly as she liked. Her own hands were rough and she had been quite the opposite of feminine in most ways. It used to be an insecurity but now she had pride in it. At his comment she let out a muffled laugh, lifting her head up with a light grin. "An Olympian eh? Close enough... I'm Amazonian." She told him smoothly with a chuckle. "It's probably why I'm more intimidating than appealing to people here. It doesn't help that I lack..... finesse with the other gender. I'm not soft and cute and cuddly, or girly and sweet." Irene scoffed at this and smiled, laying her head down so she was looking to the side on her cheek, closing her eyes. "I'm tall and buff and quite rough all around. My craft is my love."

Irene simply raised a brow as she watched him turn to look her way, cheeks red and nervous. It was quite adorable really. She hummed and crossed her arms over her chest in thought, glancing around her workshop. "You do know the type of place you're in right? This island is quite..... fun? Odd? No. Not the island. The people on this island." She began to speak softly. Her wolves were up and about now, the one that was infront of him circling him while the rest strode to sit by her legs, lifting his head for a pet she gladly delivered. "I for one like to believe I'm quite normal.... so Ill simply as for.... some help with heavy lifting in my forge in the morning and a massage." Irene winked at him with a mischievous grin, turning to lie herself down on her stomach on the bed she had, gesturing for him to come to her to do as she asked. "Being a blacksmith really is tough on the arms and back so come on."

Irene watched as he stammered to explain himself, an eyebrow raised and a slight smile on her lips as she saw his embarrassment at walking in on her naked. She eyed him from head to toe and when she noticed him turning to leave she whistled. One of her wolves sprinted from behind her, stopping just in front of the man to stop him from leaving, a low growl leaving the wolfs throat in warning. "Good Girl" She told the wolf as she placed a hand on her hip. She then looked to the man stood between her and her pet. "Isn't it a bit rude to wake a woman from her slumber by entering her shop and then expect to leave empty handed?" Irene asked him. One could tell she was teasing him, but she meant what she said. Not only had he woken her up, he had also not asked to buy anything and saw her in the nude, of which not many have. She seemed at a disadvantage this way as she got nothing out of him in return. "So? How will you pay me back for lost sleep and serving you with a sight to see?"

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Rinoas eyes blinked open when she had felt the warmth on her thigh, the Alphas reassurance causing a light smile to stretch her lips only to soon be pulled in into his warmth. His fur was warm and soft and she couldn't help but nuzzle further into him. She shut her eyes once more and relaxed against him. His caresses worked wonders for her mentality, calming her emotionally and keeping her thoughts of embarrassment and shame at bay.

Dying slowly but still alive somehow.

Rinoa lay there beside him, her breathing steadying ever so slowly as she could feel the end of the seed that stuffed her trickle out. She groaned softly an took a deep breath. She could feel her cheeks warm in embarrassment at the thought that she had been so affected by the season and had put the Alpha in an uncomfortable situation. She herself rarely partook in this seasonal heat, choosing to deal with it herself most of the time in the safety of her room, locking herself in usually, yet here she was, her introverted self ashamed and embarrassed at her realisation.

Rinoa cried out as she felt his knot forcing its way in, feeling a slight burn at the stretch. Her nails dug into the wolf as she grit her teeth and gasped for air to calm herself down, grateful for the short rest he gave her only for him to pull out fully soon after. She whimpered as she looked up at him, flinching lightly at the feel of his of his precum falling onto her reddened cheek while she lightly panted. She didn't have to wait too long to be filled up once more by his cock, with the addition of his knot this time around, for a rougher pounding. She mewled out loud against him, her walls clenching and almost swallowing him in every time he thrust into her, relentless and merciless. She felt her climax build in her womb and soon explode just before he delivered his own final thrust. Her juices spilled over his length as he filled her to the brim and more with his seed, the heat in her belly as she took him all in causing her to just about spasm around him. She clutched and clawed at the wolf, crying out softly until her high died down, leaving their bodies entangled with one another. Rinoa wasn't sure how much time passed with him still inside her, her breathing more steady as she sighed softly. A soft whine left her throat when he pulled out, leaving a trail of their mess behind as he lay down. She could feel the warmth trickle down her thighs as she closed her eyes and tried to relax.

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