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Operation: Rodeo (Branch Thread, FINISHED); Attn: Reggie and Lynx (TW: BDSM)
Topic Started: Thursday, 11. September 2014, 18:28 (837 Views)
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The monsters had gone upstairs. Fitting, because most of what was going on was over Reggie's head anyway.

The fresh faced ghoul looked demurely over at Lynx and showed an awkward smile under raised fair-haired eyebrows. "Well... so that happened" she raised a hand to her throat as she lightly cleared it.

Her doe-like eyes played upon Lynx's face. It had been awhile since... that strange day with Yuki and Augustin and billiards. The aftermath of that seems to have put her securely in the friendzone with Lynx. Though considering who they were and who their bosses were... that might be just as well.

Her Lady had not forbidden a dalliance with Lynx, but Sherwood had asserted Jason's permission had to be sought.

Reggie was not going to do that. Though, her face did flush as she considered what it might be like with the good looking Irishman.

"So..." Reggie said into the thick, silent air. "How about a lager, handsome?"
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Lynx turned and walks over to the tankards and plucked down a glass. He poured a glass of a dark lager for the girl and set it down on the counter for her. He sighed and regarded her with his bright green eyes, dulled with anger and distaste for what they had been talking about.

He slid the beer over to her and nodded.

"There ye go Reggie. Enjoy. On the house."

He pulled up a stool behind the counter and sat on it, resting his forearms on the table. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed again. Part of him deeply wanted to punch something. Talking about Malia and her antics summoned a fierce rage in his heart, his hands shaking slightly as he worked to calm down, flexing his hands over and over again to calm himself.
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Reggie didn't handle anger well. Yet. Especially since the night in the woods when she was nearly wolf-food.

She said "cheers!" with her Yorkshire accent. But then fell silent, shifting uncomfortably while Lynx... quietly fumed?

The young ghoul was unaware of the story which was behind the Irishman's rage. But it was not her way to pry. In any case, Lynx did NOT seem to want to talk about it.

I wonder what is happening up there... Reggie thought while glancing up at the ceiling. She looked back down and... yup, Irishman still angry.

So... Reggie just enjoyed her stout and watched him sympathetically. Just a friendly ghost haunting his bar. Sometimes silence was best.
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The Irishman in question takes down a squat glass and pours a few fingers of scotch into the glass and takes a sip. He closes his green eyes and takes a few deep breaths, letting the drink settle comfortably into his stomach.

He sat in his chair and just breathed, relaxing in the chair and shaking his head.

"So, how ye been then Reggie, good te serve Ms Sherwood?"

He could make small talk he supposed. He didn't know what else to do. Frankly he was feeling, lost. He had far more going on in the world than anyone realized and he was playing it far closer to the vest than he was willing to admit. So he just kept quiet and sipped his scotch. Opening his eyes to look around again and take in his Pub.

This was his baby. The focus on his world at this point. All he had left.
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Reggie relaxed as Lynx did. She sighed and smiled at him as he poured his scotch.

Then she bit her lip and rolled her eyes away at his question.

"Well..." Reggie was not sure if she should talk about her colossal mess-up and the trouble she got into. Wolves. Scary wolves. She shuddered.

Finally she looked back at Lynx's face and demurred. "There is a lot for a young ghoul to learn. My lady is a... good teacher."

Reggie did a quick follow up however, saying "Don't get me wrong, I quite fancy her. Serving my lady is... gratifying. She is wonderful."

With her heart full of Ravnos blood, how could she help but adore her? But Reggie wanted to change the topic. Those wolf bites were still too fresh in her mind.

"I've been trying to learn the tricks to... um... speak to animals. I have these two adorable doormice I'm trying to reach. And, the sparrows of course." Reggie put a hand on the silver brooch she wore. Two sparrows flying in a circle. Sherwood was The Lady of Sparrows to Reggie. Her brooch was her badge of service. Her lady's mark on her.

There were always sparrows near her lady, Reggie glanced around and pointed with a smile. There was one perched inconspicuously high up near the ceiling.
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The Irishman sipped his scotch and continued reclining in his chair, drinking his whiskey and relaxing as the warm glow of booze settled into his belly. He had been abstaining a lot of late. Looking for other pursuits to take his mind off his troubles. Bar fights, his combat training with Jason, playing the piano.

Hell he'd even started taking violin lessons. Nimble fingers and a natural ear went a lot way. Not that he was anything but a raw novice, but it turned out his natural affinity for music wasn't limited to just the piano. Not that he was ready for a concert any time soon.

"I know how it goes. Glad yer learning new skills. Never been much good with animals meself. Never even had a pet. The critters jest don't fancy me. Hope ye have luck with yer door mice though. Sounds right adorable."

What was there to say? He wasn't going to push her for details about her relationship with Ms Sherwood. God alone knew what kind of trouble she might get into if the wrong detail slipped out. So he would let the topic lie.

It would take more than a single glass of scotch to really do more than relax him a bit. But he wasn't going to get another. To many stupid decisions when he'd been drinking lately. He was tempted to go over to the piano and play something, but for some reason he just didn't have the ambition at the moment.
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Reggie looked back up at the sparrow and tried to get it to fly down to her. It twitted in her direction but stayed at its perch.

"I have no idea if it was talking to me... little scamp" she sighed. The young ghoul looked back at Lynx and said "The doormice are completely adorable, here let me show you!" Reggie pulled out her iPhone and called up pictures of Dika and Lala "Here they are!" They were preening each other in a big painted porecelin bowl lined with fresh straw and sticks. "This is kind of their vacation home in the sitting room. This is Dika, and the other one is Lala."

Reggie ran a finger over the screen to bring up another picture, it looked like a big fish tank with a garden in it. "You cant really see them, but they are scampering around in there somewhere."

The next picture was of Dika in her hand eating a blueberry "Here is Dika again. Blueberries are his favorite."

Reggie just beamed at them. "I can't wait till I can talk to them... can you imagine?"

The next picture was a selfie that Reggie took of herself in the mirror, it showed her with two sparrows, one nesting in her hair and the other riding on her shoulder. In the picture the ghoul was in her black housekeepers dress. "Oh, these are some of the sparrows... the one in my hair is Red Stripe and this other is... Streak."

She laughed "Streak is always up to something dodgy, in the next shot he is nipping my ear."

Reggie glanced up to see if this was cheering up Lynx or if he looked horribly bored. She put down her phone on the bar and drank some of her lager.
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The Irishman chuckled at the pictures. He tilted his head at the housemaid's dress. He'd seen Yuki in a uniform like that at one point, but she hadn't done much cleaning. He smiled slightly and absently refilled his scotch glass. Taking a longer sip. His eyes half closed as he looked over the pictures.

"Sounds like yer having a grand old time with yer animals. Ye'll be Dr Doolittle in no time I'm sure. Walkin with the animals, talking with the animals, squeak 'n squawkin with the animals."

He quoted the lyrics to Dr Doolittle with amusement. Then he just shrugged and took a deeper sip of the whiskey. Considering things.

"Jason had skill with animals. But I ne'er learned it fer meself. I worked at learning other skills."

Something about that made him sad, but he didn't go into whatever it was. He just sipped his scotch and took a deep breath, relaxing back on his bar stool and sipping the drink, letting the amber tide wash through his system as he took a few deep breaths.
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Reggie tucked her iPhone away. "I am going to assume that's Rex Harrison Dolittle, and not Eddie Murphy Dolittle" She laughed.

She watched Lynx as his scotch worked its magic. The ghoul was glad he was relaxing, even though he did seem sad. There was an ocean of unknowns with Lynx. It was a pleasing mystery in its way. It let her imagine what might be swimming around in the depths of his brain.

Reggie realized she was starting at him. She flushed and looked away, taking a sip of her stout. "Hey!" Reggie said.

"I forgot to tell you, Lady Sherwood told me that I could help around here; you know if you would like some help."

She shrugged awkwardly and stammered "Do... you... want some help?"
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"Course I mean Rex Harrison. I'm not a savage."

He chuckled and shakes his head, blinking his emerald eyes slowly, coming out of his daze and scrubbing a hand through his hair. He absently rubbed the thumb thick scar that traveled down the left side of his face from temple to jaw, it's tiny lightning forks splitting his five o'clock shadow into fragments near his lip. He sipped the last of the second glass of scotch, put the cork in the bottle and set his glass down.

He looked over Reggie appraisingly, considering her comment and pursed his lips.

"Ye could tend bar a few nights a week. It's a pretty simple task. Ye just take the labeled blood bag out, hang it in the boiler fer a minute te get the temperature up te blood temp. Then ye snip the top and pour it into one o'the black mugs. Aside from that we only have a few types o'liquor and beer on tap. But can ye keep yer head and push the panic button if someone crosses the line?"
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Lynx looked up from where he was talking to Reggie as the vampires walked back down and through. He listened to Lessa and politely nodded his head. It wasn't until they left the room that he picked up his glass of scotch and squeezed it, his knuckles whitening as he took several deep breaths.

Like they knew ANYTHING of what his world was going through. He worked to appreciate that she was trying to be kind, so he took several deep slow breaths. Then he poured himself another glass of scotch, sipped it and walked over to the piano.

He opened the lid and closed his green eyes, his body relaxing slightly as he began to play Night on Bald Mountain and let one of his favorite classical pieces wash over him and drive the spike of rage and agony in his chest out into the air through his fingers.
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Reggie giggled when Lynx said the bit about savagery, and lack thereof. She listened as he gave the quick version of how to tend the Hospitality vitae bar. "I can... absolutely keep my head and press the panic button... I can do panic. You bet!"

Speaking of... that is when the vampires returned from upstairs. Reggie sat still on her stool and did her best attempt at invisibility. Her doe-like eyes looked over towards Lynx. He had just started to calm down... dammit.

After the kindred left, Lynx went to the piano. Reggie didn't want to disturb him. So she helped herself to a refill on her Lager and sat and listened to him play. He was really, really good.
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Lynx seemed lost in his own world as his fingers danced back and forth across the keys. Rocking back and forth gently upon the bench he brought the song to life, sending it resonating across the bar. He played for some time, switching to the Danse Macabre after Night at the Bald Mountain finishes before he finally stopped and took a few deep breaths. He turned and looked at Reggie drinking her beer and raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry about that Reg. Put me in a fine fettle. Sometimes I jest need te lose meself in the keys fer a while."

He got up from the piano and walked back to the counter. He swayed slightly and took the bottle of scotch, pouring himself another large belt and sipping it slowly.

"So Reg, what do ye do fer fun when yer on yer own? We never did count those bottles."

He grinned impishly at her. The alcohol was getting to his system finally and part of him was ready to do something foolish. He knew what was coming for him, but he had been forbidden to speak of it. He considered that one last hurrah might be in order. Besides, there was a part of him, a sort of festering darkness that wanted to see what little Reggie would be like screaming and weeping in pleasure. Might as well find out while he had the pulse to enjoy it.
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Reggie coughed and put down her lager. She blushed furiously. All she needed was some seeds on her face and she might seem like a freakishly huge strawberry. An increasingly juicy strawberry as it turned out...

She looked at Lynx sideways before lowering her eyes demurely. "Ah..." Reggie had thought this ship had sailed, and now the devil Irishman was plucking her strings again. Not the heart-strings. The lower ones.

After what might have seemed an awkward silence she said "No, we didn't count them. Shame that, I really fancied the idea." Her blushing did not abate. Reggie finally looked up at Lynx and reached out a hand towards him. "I asked my lady about... having a tryst." She looked horribly embarrassed, though Lynx could tell he had her charmed. Reggie lowered her eyes again "she said... I... we... would need Jason's permission. To... um. Yeah."

This was all so ridiculous. How hard should it be to get laid in the back room of a bar? I mean really.
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"I've got permission te do whatever I like in the bedroom lass. But I've got te be honest with ye. It won't be love. It'd be jest to get our jollies off. And truth be told lately I've been feeling a touch on the dark side. Yer a mousy little bit and there's a part o'me that wants te see bruises on yer skin and hear ye weep from pleasure and perhaps a bit o'pain. Takin what I want from ye. With all the shite that's gone on in me life I don't have much o'the romantic left in me at the moment. So if ye want I'll take ye in the back, strip ye, punish ye and use ye. Ye'll come, I can guarantee ye that, because I never stop until a girl gets off. But I can't be promising ye sweet nothings'er gentle princely behavior. I've a mind te fuck ye over a barrel, her hands tied by me belt and yer body open te me plundering. So, ye up fer it? Feel free te say no, won't hurt me feelings."

Because Lynx wanted one last thing as a human. One victory. He wanted, he admitted to himself, to PUNISH something. Reggie looked to sweet and innocent, and he realized he wanted to use her. He wanted to bruise her and claim her. Because he was going to die and he didn't have times to lie to himself anymore. He'd been a cheerful happy go lucky man his entire life, and recently it had caused him nothing but pain. He was honest enough to admit that he needed to purge some of that darkness. To settle his soul before he gave himself to the eternal night.

Jason had warned him that nothing would be the same once he was a vampire. His urges would be different. The taste of blood would be far greater than sex. That romance and instincts might all become warped and twisted in his mind. That his id would break off into a feral hungry beast and he'd have to fight it for control, forever.

Lynx thought he was ready for that. But he realized he needed to rage against a body once before he died. Just once he needed to just... take... from a lover. He'd given his whole life as a lover, focusing on their pleasures. So now he just needed to take something. If Reggie said no he realized he'd probably stop and find a hooker on his way home. Some girl willing to let him abuse her for a night in return for a thousand pounds or so. There wasn't much romantic in his mind.

His green eyes still sparkled merrily, but there was a hint of danger burning in the back of them.
Edited by Lynx, Friday, 19. September 2014, 23:13.
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Reggie quivered just from what Lynx said he wanted to do. She was halfway there and had the sopping wet panties to prove it.

Reggie said meekly "You should tie up more then just my hands... otherwise I might run away..."

Reggie glanced at the door leading to the outside, then at the door to the backroom. She stood up and lowered her head; clasping her hands in front of herself. Shaking, she whispered urgently "you... can do anything you like to me... I'm a very, very dirty girl... fuck me clean..."

She was practically begging.
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Lynx walked over to her and gripped the back of her neck firmly. Then he reached down and grabbed her hip and pulled her against him. He didn't kiss her. He claimed her mouth, roughly, his tongue pushing its way into hers and tasting the beer on hers. Then he slid his hand into her short hair and made a fist. He started walking around behind the bar and dragging her along with him by her hair. He meant what he said. He was in the mood to be dark.

Through the side door he took her down the stairs into a room with a number of fridges to store blood bags. But there were a few real barrels as well, and he pushed her against one. He cocked his hip against hers and forced his body to push hers against the wall. His hands slid up her clothing and fisted her small breasts, squeezing them hard enough to bruise. He claimed her mouth in another hard bruising kiss, letting out a hungry sort of groan. He wasn't thinking of Reggie as a person at this point. She was a wet object he wanted to sink his dick into until he felt better about the universe.

He slips off his belt and loops it around her ankles, pulling it tight and knotting it with ghoul strength, the soft leather crumpling as it twists it into shape. He slides his hands up her stocking covered legs and under her skirt. He gripped her mound firmly. Squeezing it in a way he knew would cause pain. Since she said she was dirty he was going to treat her like she was dirty. He pulled his hand away and undid her skirts, letting them fall from her trapped ankles. Then he undid her vest, peeling it off her. His mouth bit the fabric over her breasts, his teeth dragging her pert mounds and yanking her nipples sharply as he pulled her blouse off. He grew visible aroused by the corset she was hiding beneath. He twisted her blouse into a rope and turned her, pushing her face down over the barrel. Then he tied her forearms and elbows together with her own blouse. His hands stroked her sides and he ground himself against her ass. He slid his hands under her and yanked the corset down enough for her small breasts to pop free to he could resume squeezing and massaging them. He rubbed his slacks covered hardon against her ass and reached down to pull on her panties. But those he didn't remove. He just ripped them off and reached around to shove into her mouth, tying them around her face as a simple gag, though it wasn't really thick enough to keep her from making any sounds.

Then he backed up a step and reached out to slap her backside hard enough to leave a dark hand print on her ass.
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Watch it wiggle... see it jiggle... Reggie squirmed against her bonds and struggled weakly in faux resistance against her ravaging. Every new level of insult to her body only made her pussy sweat. By the time she was bent around and had her wet panties stuffed in her mouth her thighs had already shook with an orgasm that left her crotch slick and the air around her smelling of hot sex.

She squealed in passion-pain as her ass was abused and she perked it closer towards her tormentor, perhaps seeking more slaps or that delightful hard cock she felt hiding away in his pants.

As she shook in an aftershock release her Potence unintentionally tore the makeshift fabric rope binding her hands, and thus freed she tried to claw herself away from Lynx.

The demure, dainty thing that was Reggie had become a groaning cock-hungry fuck bunny.
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Lynx watched her try to scratch her way over the barrel and he wasn't having any of it. Strong fingers gripped her hips and he twisted. He'd said he was going to be rough. Warned her that he wanted to just take something. So when she tried to get away he grabbed her, yanked her off the barrel and twisted, throwing her face down onto the floor. One foot came down on the small of her back, his own potence and greater strength pushing down to hold her. She could hear him slowly unzipping his pants. His voice was soft.

"No creepin away lil door mouse. Ye've got some fucking te do."

Once his cock was free he let her go. Let her start to crawl away again with her legs bound in loops of twisted leather. Then he jumped on her. His weight pushing her down against the floor. His manhood grinding freely against her ass now. He let her hands scratch and scramble. He didn't really care what she did with them. His own hands were under her, gripping her breasts. Twisting and teasing her nipples painfully. She'd bruise, his fingers were to rough and hard as they worked her tender mounds for her not to. He yanked and pulled on her nipples.

One hand released her breast and pushed her thighs open enough for him to force his way into her. With a soft grunt he sank into her moist depths. He started to pump hard. Each thrust slamming her tender little body into the ground. He slid the hand that had opened her under her. Roughly fondling her mound, grinding his finger hard to crush her clit against her pelvis, roughly rubbing it as he began to fuck her. His teeth found her shoulder and he groaned as he bit her. Part of him wanted to bite hard enough to draw blood, he was breathing heavily as he pumped into her. Even if he restrained himself not to draw her blood with his teeth she's bear the mark of his bite for days. He used his mouth as another way of holding her beneath him, grunting and groaning as he worked his body inside her. His hands were hard. He'd promised he wanted to bruise her and leave her aching.

Abusing this tender body was a soft balm for his soul. In his mind she was the innocent life that he'd had before it all started to go wrong, and he was abusing it the way he had been abused. There was nothing romantic to it. It was a carnal need. Part of him was only distantly aware of her. Though he sought to bring her to climax in a brutal fashion, in a way Reggie was just a soft hole for him to vent into when he needed one.
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Reggie's soft cheek scraped against the floor as she uttered out her responses to being so wonderfully and roughly handled. The fall off the barrel had taken the wind out of her, but she was surprised at how well her body took the impact. Reggie was not used to having Fortitude yet.

Fortunately, Lynx's Potence was up to the task of penetrating her fleshy armor. Repeatedly as it turned out.

As Lynx pounced and sheathed himself in her, and his hands continued their assault Reggie continued to shake. By now she had a total wide-on for the Irishman and her sex was oozing juices.

She finally blew out the panties from her mouth and uttered "Oh... please, for the love of Pete bind my hands... grab them, anything..." Reggie's moans grew ever louder as Lynx plunged her depths, coming ever closer to the core.

Lynx had promised to get her off, and had already accomplished it thrice. Each time the waves crashed further up the shore. It had been a long while since her body had been so skillfully abused... and as Lynx carried on a tidal wave was building; Reggie was shrieking out a siren's call to urge Lynx on even as she struggled against him.

The sweat and strain of the sex matted her pixie hair and twisted her face into blissful knots. Each thrust of the man ground Reggie against the sandpaper floor... the attentions of the other ghoul was making her flesh scream with delight; from her bound feet to the tips of her tingling fingers. The slip of a girl seemed primed for pleasure, a far cry from the dainty thing she portrayed.

Lynx's paws kept at their wrenching of her three buttons and Reggie took matters into her own hands. She began trying to force her arms under her corset, hoping Lynx would catch on and secure her.

Even as she imagined being so helplessly bound her insides began churning in anticipation. It was going to be huge; Lynx would indeed find out how high Reggie's voice could go. She wanted the Irishman to have a go at her ever since he said that. The devil Irishman with the twinkling eyes.

Oh gawd... oh my fucking gawd...

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