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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.

You're entirely free to do whatever you wish with your character no worries. It doesnt have to fall into Ff character styles and all. As lomg as it suits the bar and does their job theyre good to go!

Rinoa mewled out against him as he filled her fully, constantly hitting her womb and sending sparks through her body. The stretch stung but it wasnt as bad as she had expected, Rinoa guessed it was due to her heat and the season, her body simply constantly ready to breed. One could hear the wet sounds between them and her fingers clutched at the Alphas fur as she'd moan against him. Her walls stretched and clenched around him, swallowing him in. Rinoa let out a cry as he pushed her down onto her back, pinning her arms down to start pounding into her more roughly now, a gasp escaping her as he began to reach deeper into her. She whimpered at the slight pain of the stretch and mewled at the pleasure as he kept his rougher relentless thrusts. She didnt care about her now uncomfortable position, crying out as his knot began to smack against her, almost trying to force itself in her as well. Her body shook and shivered as she could feel the build up of heat in her belly as she prepared to take him entirely.

Cleo glanced to him and smiled appreciatively as he blew the smoke away from her. She hummed at his question and grinned. "We offer full course meals as well as partners that help warm your bed for you if you wish for one. You can choose out of who we have on hand in terms of workers. Of course rules are are that no is no. No forcing them to do anything theyre uncomfortable with." She summarised to him as smoothly as she could. She wasn't sure if she marketed it as she should but hoped the idea and concept had come across clearly. "Any questions?" She then asked to make sure he had understood her.

True true. And I got the game recently but havent had the time to play it. Been busy drowning with work sadly. Freelance just doesnt give you a rest really albeit you are flexible I still have deadlines.

You can use reno as a faceclaim and character if you wish but this is a place to relax and do what you want in. Also Ive had a crush on Reno for forever so I may be biased rn....

Sorry... it isnt the case... but... Welcome fellow FF7 fan!!!! Although I was just born when FF7 had first come out I had later played the original anyways thanks to having an older sibling whos also a fan. (I had the original ps1 CD and it works on ps3 so... ended up playing ff8 and 9 there because of that too) I do hope you enjoy your time here!!! This is based on Tifas Bar after all!! With changes of course. Sort of made it my own to suit this site.

Rinoa bit her lip as he pulled her against him, accepting her human form against her as she then felt his raging tip against her. She held back a sot moan, her walls twitching once mkre in anticipation. She hadn't cared that it would hurt, her mind too far gone at the need of being filled pleasurably. She pressed her head against him, taking a breath and relaxing against him as he began to pull her down onto him slowly. She whined and muffled a moan into his fur as he pressed his tip into her, stretching her out around him once more, the sting of it causing her to bite her lip lightly. Her fingers grasped at him, clutching tightly as he lowered her further carefully so as to not hurt her. "I... can handle it Austin..." Rinoa murmured softly. She was too heated to be patient now, wanting anything that could give her release, only wanting to breed. She understood his fears though.

Rinoa watched his change from man to wolf, cheeks still red and body still needy as before as his wolf sat in front of her, his length red, large and ready. She bit her lips quietly, crouching closer to the wolf to gently pat and stroke his beautiful fur. She nuzzled her face into his fur just then, glad to be against him again. Who was she to deny the alphas wolf? Her one arm reached between them to begin rubbing her own clit softly, keeping herself wet and on the way to a climax that she was denied from his change, a light whimper escaping her. "I'll be ok." She reassured him with a light smile, her walls twitching around nothing but she brushed it off as well as she could along with her heat for the sake of the large wolf before her. "Should I change too....?" Rinoa then asked to see what he would be most comfortable with. Even through her heat she really didn't want to do something he didn't want.

Rinoa was still overtaken by her instincts, thrusting and moaning and riding the man in a chase after her own climax. Her voice grew louder when he began to thrust up into her, their hips meeting halfway but twice as hard, his length hitting and stretching her walls with each penetration. A loud cry then escaped her when she suddenly felt his finger in her rear for a better hold, cheeks a deep red as she bit down onto his neck harder, almost drawing blood now as she felt herself topple over the edge. She climaxed, walls tightening around him and milking his walls for all he had in store for her. She rode out her orgasm with him, moaning into his neck and yet also not stopping, glad that he had the same idea. Rinoa began to feel her partners changes, lifting her head up lightly to look to him as she began to watch him change slowly. Her body was too heated to care however, as she simply wanted to chase this desire to its fullest. When he slid out of her, basically pulling her off of him she whimpered and whined, clutching lightly at some of his new hair now under her as she sat herself up to eye the wolf taking over him. She had realised what was happening but she didn't quite mind or notice, her body simply wanting more yet she also wanted him to take his time.

Cleo was swift in taking his orders, clearly having done this for years as it had become second nature to her as she bent down behind the counter to grab a room key, sliding it to him on the counter in response with a quick wink and grin. "Any other form of room service or simply the bed to sleep?" Cleo asked to clarify. She had many sorts of private rooms for people however if he was only going to sleep then she would send him to a smaller one most likely, sliding the key card in a computer to activate it for one of the rooms depending on his response. When he slid the lighter, she grasped it, nose wrinkling lightly at the thought of the man smoking. She wasn't a fan but she knew she had to get used to it. She placed the lighter in front of him, snapping it open by his cig with a light smile and lighting it for him. She then closed it and placed it by him once more.

Cleo almost jumped, turning to see her first client. With a grin she hopped off her seat and moved around to stand behind the counter across from him. She glanced at the man and gave him her best smile excited to serve. At hearing his request she immediately began to move around the bar, grabbing the rum and the glass to pour it in. She hummed as she began to almost dance around the bar, sliding the glass his way and smoothly pouring in the drink before moving to grab the coke he asked for. Just as she finished up she leaned on the counter and grinned his way. "Will that be all dear sir?" Cleo asked. One could tell she was quite amiable and easy to speak to.