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mercenary jobs #3 — open to all

Who: Anyone interested in taking some mercenary jobs via Aranea Highwind's offerings. This log is focused on Wyver and can be found on job boards across the city as well as personal handwaved texts.
What: Mercenary posting!
When: N/A
Where: N/A
Warning(s): Possible sex threads based off heat-event for this month. This was posted early for the holidays, btw. Happy Thanksgiving, etc!

Thank you for stopping by to check out this month's job postings for Highwind Hires — a freelance mercenary group!

Aranea Highwind will ICly be contacting characters and offering them jobs based off the assumption she will receive 30% of the cut.

JOB #1 — DOOR TO DOOR

With the abundance of new visitors, it seems there have been ample amounts of donations to the temple. Unfortunately, that is not enough. When you approach, you're stopped by a young woman named Igo who is requesting you help her: please pass out 100 pamphlets to refugees enlisting donations.

OUTCOMES:
- For all pamphlets passed out, the Shaman will pay you 100 Silver.

JOB #2 — DRAGON DERBY

In the West, you hear about this month's Wyver Derby, a small event where dragons are put to race on a track. It seems the fan favorite is Fangface but the newcomer Wingslash ranked high in their first few races. You're hired for body guard duty, keeping the peace and ensuring no riots occur. Enjoy drinks as you watch the show, try to bet for the right one.

OUTCOMES:
- Wingslash wins by a nose, so anyone who votes for that dragon will win double their bet.
- Those who bet on Fangface or any other participant will lose their bet.

JOB #3 — AFTERMATH

Tied to Job #2, the Derby went relatively smoothly... You're enjoying discounted drinks at the bar. It wasn't until you notice one of the ticketers cashing out a suspicious amount of extra money to a small group of people who very vocally complained about losing. As the small group leaves, you can either: report the ticketer or two, track them down.

OUTCOMES:
- If you simply report the ticketer, you'll be rewarded with an additional 125 Silver.
- If you track down the group, you'll find they're all in a small gambling ring, petty crooks that drank too much and most certainly had an inside connection. You must be ready for a fight — all 4 will attack you with fists and small pocket knives.

JOB #4 — VILE LITTLE THINGS

You were contracted directly from Aranea Highwind for a monster hunt. A Vileling that was once kept as a pet grew hostile in the past few weeks before finally escaping its owner in Old City and reeking havoc on pet-owners. Your job is to track it down before more pets are killed. Aranea instructed you to 'take care of it', but upon your journey, the Vileling owner (Bekins) has insisted you save it and bring it back to Murkhollow alive. Of course, they offer a good price.

OUTCOMES:
- Aranea is offering a flat 400 silver to wipe it out.
- You can lie or oppose Aranea's order, you which will gain negative CR from the mercenary leader. Bekins will reward you with 140 silver and you must find a way to return it to Murkhollow.

JOB #5 — RED NIGHT LIGHT

Bodyguard duty seems a bit more... mature tonight. With the week waning on and people acting on lust and emotions, there has been a bit more call for those looking to patrol the more savory areas of Wyver. You'll be paid a flat fee of 450 Silver for a night's worth of work.

There are three areas to watch over: a bordello, a herb shop, and a gang's rumored hide-out.

OUTCOMES:
- If you choose the bordello, you will find yourself playing body guard for one of the establishment's ... best worker and favorite client. You can peek in on the woman and her partner at the risk of being caught or you can escort them out afterwards. The woman offers a tip of 100 Silver and also the chance to have drinks with her...
- If you choose the herb shop, you will find yourself sensitive to the mix of aromas. A contact high ensures your inhibitions are loosened and with the lust in the air? Who knows what that means...
- If you choose the gang's rumored hideout, you will find illegal tusk and scale trading. You'll have to contend with 4 possible gang members all armed with weapons. Fight them or flee to report, you'll earn an additional 150 Silver.

Have fun! If you have any questions, feel free to PM me! These are all loosely based on your choices, so feel free to go wild with them. The outcomes only are indication of what the jobs would offer. If you're interested in having your character offer a job in the future, please let me know!

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[ pardon Bigby for taking his time in following. when she turns and begins to walk towards their destination, he lets his eyes wander to exactly where they would both expect them to. from her curves to the way her ass looks in her pants, it's enough to make him wince with frustration. he would be able to deal with an attractive woman with no issue any other day, but today, with the city the way it is? just watching her walk is enough to make him want to throw her into a wall.

he will eventually get to moving as well. slowly, if only to remain behind her, watching her with a gaze that grows hungrier with every step. the walk to the other building didn't seem too long before, but now they couldn't get there fast enough. ]

Going to exchange names, or does it work better for you if we keep this as complete strangers?

[ might as we get some idle chit chat in while they can. probably won't be doing much talking in a little while. ]

[ dutch doesn't mind. dutch doesn't mind at all, letting her hips sway a little more and her lips curl into a satisfied grin that echoes the tangle of anticipation and smug pleasure at being so obviously wanted, at her looks being appreciated. (they're a weapon as much as everything else about her is, but these days, dutch is the one who gets to decide how to wield that weapon and it's made all the difference.)

he catches up, or at least something close to it, and dutch throws a grin over her shoulder. ]

Going to be able to handle the climb? [ she asks at the fireladder leading up to the rooftop of the building, mostly because it'll offer an entirely new view and he's clearly enjoying it and, well, what's the fun in keeping quiet about it when she could poke fun at him?

it's not until they're both up on the rooftop, whatever his reaction to her teasing, that she turns, stepping close and fitting her body against his easily, arms lifting around his neck. ]

I'm Dutch.

I'm sure I'll find a way to keep it in one piece.

[ it is, in fact, an entirely new view and it is one that he will enjoy all the same. she can poke fun at him as she sees fit; she is purposely dangling her body over him in hopes of riling him up, and it is working. by the time they've made it to the roof and her arms are wrapping themselves around his neck, his hands are just as quick to slide up to her sides, one squeezing at a hip and the other secured on her ass. ]

Nice name, Dutch. Seems to fit you.

[ there's a squeeze there, out of emphasis, as he looks over her shoulder and down the street towards the building. it's still there, it's still in one piece and no one is bothering it. his attention is fixated on her once more, and it's then that she will realize that he intends on keeping it there. ]

Bigby.

[ and just like that, he leans in, all in hopes of pressing his mouth onto hers in a rough fashion that indicates he's been holding back on what he has wanted to do for some time. ]

[ dutch almost says of course it fits, i picked it myself because it isn't her real name, it's the one she chose when she ran away from khlyen the night of her wedding, when she left her dead husband's corpse with barely a glance back. but saying as much would be giving far too much away and lust does not make her sentimental or soft.

his hands on her hip and arse and his lips rough above hers give her an excuse not to answer, not to say anything at all. instead, she slides one of her hands into his hair, returning the kiss with equal fervour. she's been holding back less than he has; it doesn't mean there isn't still a lot of pent-up energy -- adrenaline, arousal.

she has to stand on tiptoes for this, but it's worth for the way their bodies fit together. ]

[ and that's okay, because Bigby is the farthest thing from a birth name given to him by his parents as well. a play of words on his true identity, sure, but still. maybe he and Dutch have a few similarities. they're off to a good start.

she shows that she isn't intent on shying away from her advances and he accepts that there is no need for him to act differently. the hand on her backside is already tiring of feeling her through the fabric of her pants, and as such, his fingers fight to stuff themselves underneath to feel her up through whatever kind of underwear she may or may not have on. she's pushed further up onto her toes and into the kiss as he finds himself falling into the temptation she's provided.

hopefully she won't regret what she has signed up for. he pulls back with a satisfied sigh, running his tongue along her lips before his own. ]

Alright, Dutch. Any preference on how you'd like this to go?

[ dutch doesn't do regrets. (that's bullshit, of course she does, but rarely about sex. the things she regrets have to do with khlyen, with her past, with killing, not with something that's fun and feels good and means little beyond that.)

he pulls back, hands still on her backside — she's wearing sensible black cotton because it's a fight night, well-fitting but elastic enough that he can stuff his fingers underneath the fabric easily, which is an added benefit she hadn't been thinking of — and dutch drops back onto her heels, grinning. ]

That depends. How willing are you to put your arse on the ground here?

[ so she can ride him. the alternative is - ] Or we keep standing and I turn around.

[ and stuff his fingers underneath the fabric he shall, pushing into bare flesh with the tips of his digits so that she can feel just how strong and possessive his grip can be. it's certainly an odd sensation, groping someone he's just met's ass, but Bigby is going to go ahead and appreciate a nice one when it is present. it also helps him chew on the options she's providing, temporarily looking behind him and down onto the ground before glancing over her shoulder and towards the balcony. ]

Mm. Don't think I'd be very good and sitting still in my current state. So as long as you aren't afraid of heights...

[ her offering it is enough of an answer to him, so he has no qualms against pulling the trigger and deciding for the both of them. his palms glide back up to her hips and she's given a sudden spin so that she would be facing opposite of him, and one is already working to secure itself between her shoulder blades to bend her forward. she should have no problem feeling the swell of his erection pressing into her ass from the new angle. ]

Hope you're better at not moving than me. Pull your pants down.

[ as tempting and surely inviting it would be to just fuck her immediately, he plans on tasting her first. bad habits die hard, and he needs more than a scent to get familiar with. ]

Better make it worth my while.

[ dutch isn't great at not moving. she isn't great at not being in charge - but she's more than willing to see where this goes and the thought of looking out over the city with him behind her, inside her, well. there's definitely some appeal to that idea.

he spins her and dutch doesn't resist the motion, turning and letting him bend her over, though she resists the hand between her shoulders for just a fraction of a second, not because she's unwilling but just to hit home the point that she's doing this because she wants to, that it's her choice and not his. and then she rolls her hips back and presses her arse against his erection. seeing if it'll get a moan from him. ]

Not going to make me do all the work, are you?

[ but she undoes the fastening of her trousers and lets them drop to pool at the top of her boots regardless, spreading her legs a little wider, weight distributed evenly. she's half expecting him to fuck her immediately. she wouldn't mind, but there's little in sex dutch likes better than being eaten out.]

[ she'll have her chance at putting her own body to use and forcing his to lie still for a few minutes. for now, though? Dutch'll need to contend with the fact that Bigby wants his hands on her. she's had her opportunity to work up a sweat and take out some frustrations prior to this. he has had nothing to do but stand around and try to resist any sexual thoughts or urges that have undeniably come up.

he doesn't know this woman by any stretch of the imagination, but when she resists, he simply assumes it's because she is used to being the assertive one. as hungry as he might be for something they both want, Bigby's in control of himself enough to always be capable of pulling back if it appears he's pushed too far. before he can even consider that, though, her ass is forced back against his cock and she does indeed entice a groan out of him as a result. ]

Fuck no. Just figured you'd like being able to move around while you still can.

[ as much as he would like to continue burying his clothed erection against her backside or consider undoing his own pants, he doesn't. Dutch will instead find him squatting on his knees a handful of seconds after she's re-positioned her legs. hands find themselves secured on each cheek as he gropes, squeezes and spreads her wide. she's given one long look before diving right in. Bigby's tongue is hardly shy in the way it leaves his mouth to drag along her cunt, working it way from the bottom-up in several long strides.

he considers himself acting tame right now. he's just getting to know her, after all. ]

Try and stop me -

[ dutch starts to say, because if she wants to move, she damn well will — but then his hands spread her and his tongue dives right in, dragging wet and hot against her cunt, against her clit, and the sentence doesn't just trail off, her words turn into a moan instead.

yeah, all right. she can still move, but why would she want to? she doesn't, or at least not much: she does bend over a little further, making it easier for him to reach all the parts that matter, steadying herself against the roof railing and using that also to push back against him, immediately and greedily. ]

[ he's left smirking as his maw is pressed firm and secure against her, satisfied with the fact that he had been able to stop her from talking. Bigby also finds satisfaction in the taste of this woman he knows nothing about, and it should be obvious in the way his lips tighten against that of her own. she will have no trouble understanding said satisfaction when he moans so openly in between her legs, acting as if he has been starved of something in particular for days on end.

she pushes back into him, so he knows that she doesn't have any issues with his sudden and forward advance. not that he have much of a concern in that, but still. always nice to know he isn't wrong. he laves his tongue against the pink insides that have become exposed in thanks to his fingers sinking so deep into her backside, alternating with his mouth softly biting down onto her cunt just so he could suck.

when he pulls back, he's left breathing heavily, but he doesn't abandon her altogether. one hand goes down to smear his fingers into her mound, rubbing and finding her clit to keep things going. ]

Still think you're going to be doing all the work?

I'm —

[ hells, but it feels good, her stomach tight already with want, muscles quivering a little as she rolls her hips back against his face and then, once he pulls back, against his fingers. ] — willing to consider the possibility that you're doing some work, too.

[ but only if you put your mouth back where it belongs immediately. she wants to hear him moan again and she wants to ride his face until she's shaking, coming apart around him, and then she wants to push him over and ride him until he comes again. it's a solid plan of action. ]

Go on. [ like she's in any kind of position to make demands. like she's not spread wide for him and feeling more desperate by the minute, breath coming in short bursts. ] Convince me.

[ his smile broadens further while leaning in, close enough to smell her arousal even if he didn't have an accelerated sense of smell. Bigby is half surprised to not find her hand on the back of his head and pushing him right back into her once more, but it's okay when she doesn't. he dives in soon enough, deciding to not even give her a verbal response and instead focusing on convincing her just like she has asked.

the strength of his tongue has to be appreciated when it slowly drags itself from the bottom of her pussy and up. it is almost animalistic in how he dives in and devours her, far from ashamed in tasting a woman's most delicate areas just shortly after an introduction. he figures if he is going to roll the dice on this woman, he might as well give her something worthy of both of their times.

a few more moments of nothing but using his organ to lick her clean of her juices before he's kissing, biting and sucking at her lips just to keep her on her toes, both figuratively and literally. she can feel the stubble on his jaw grind against her inner thighs as he shakes his face against her, even going so far as to use his grip on her hips to force her back onto him harder.

if she isn't going to grab him by his head to get what she wants, he will do it for her. look at him being so nice when he wants to be. ]

[ she's thought about it. about putting her hand on his head and gripping his hair and putting his face where she wants it. the only reason she doesn't is because she's facing away from him, because this way, she can steady herself against the roof railing, getting enough leverage to push back against him.

maybe in a moment, she'll turn around. probably not, though, given that he does the job for her, pulling her even closer, licking into her, sucking and biting like he's starving and she's the only thing that can save him. it's animalistic and it's intense and dutch moans her encouragement into the night, uncaring whether anyone will hear or see. ]

Hells —

[ this isn't going to last long. she isn't going to last long — which is incidentally how she likes it. ]

[ welcome to getting to know Bigby Wolf, Dutch. even if he doesn't jump into these kinds of things often (especially with someone he doesn't know a thing about), the way he handles sex is how he handles most things in life. he is direct, he is aggressive and he has no problem letting someone know if he is wanting or looking for something very specific. in this case, it just happens to be her cunt, happening to quite enjoy the taste of her on his tongue.

he's usually growling right into her as his maw eagerly moves up and down to show how much effort he is putting forth in eating the woman out, but he can't help but hum as if pleased by the lack of words spilling out of her mouth. he doesn't know whether or not she is a talkative type of gal, but she did ask some questions in an attempt to rile him up not too long ago. it would be easy to rub it in, but he instead slaps both hands down on her ass and pushes her further into the railing so that he can can crane his neck forward with tongue extended out past his mouth.

if she isn't going to last long, he's going to at least enjoy a few moments of fucking her with it, spreading her wide open with his hands so that he can do just that. there's worse ways to have an orgasm then on the roof of a building with someone's tongue buried inside of you. far worse. ]

[ dutch happens to like direct and aggressive — and she happens to like the way he's using his hands to spread her open, his tongue to fuck her. she reaches behind her, twisting her spine enough to be able to bury a hand in his hair and pull him even closer, urging him on. her hips are rolling quicker now, pushing back against him again and again, setting the pace as much as he does.

there's tension at the base of her spine, building and spreading, rising — and she was right: it isn't long at all until it tips over, making her muscles tense and still for a moment before she gasps, before her muscles start clenching rhythmically with the waves of her pleasure.

she rides out her orgasm against his mouth, alternating between pushing back against him and twitching away, every sensation on the verge of too much for the moment — and then she's twisting away entirely, turning, kicking off her trousers finally and setting her hands on his shoulders all in a smooth move. ]

My turn.

[ to call the shots. ]

[ there it is. Bigby is almost disappointed to find that she's reached her peak as quickly as she does, finding something equal parts addicting and satisfying about the woman's taste. he wanted to savor it for as long as possible, so at least she isn't the type to squirm away when she rides the high of her orgasm, instead choosing to drip right down the back of his throat as she chooses to grab his head and ride his tongue throughout the entirety of it.

when she pulls back, he's left breathing at a faster rate, tongue running along swollen lips to clean himself as he prepares to stand up. she's faster than he would have expected for someone who had just came, however, and he finds her pantless with hands guiding his shoulders back until he's lying on the roof with her in the position to straddle him if she so chooses. he is far from resistant, even if the idea of him letting go so that she can take over is one that takes him a few moments. ]

If you insist. Here I was, thinking I'd be kind enough to give you a second turn with my mouth.

[ considering he is already working to unbutton and unzip his pants, he isn't about to complain in the slightest. ]

[ maybe it isn't a race, but dutch has found that too many times, it has been. she could have held out -- but why do that and risk not getting to come at all only to prolong the pleasure? not worth it in her book, unless she knows her partner well enough to know they're good for it.

it's part of why she likes being on top, too: it means she gets to set the pace far more than she might otherwise. if nothing else, it means she gets to chase her own pleasure. ]

Were you?

[ for a moment, she considers scooting forward from where she's moved to straddle him, sitting on his face instead of holding herself above his hips, leaving his hands enough room to undo his pants.

it's tempting. but -- ]

There's always time for that after.

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