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Sure, people are greedy. I'm trying to do the same shit to him, aren't I? The big issue is his allies. The more I can get allies for myself, the better chance I have to put up with his inevitable bullshit.
Unlike him, I plan on reaching both Olympia and Wyver once this shit calms down.
Unlike him, I plan on reaching both Olympia and Wyver once this shit calms down.
Why does it feel like there's a big possibility I'm going to find myself in the middle of this?
[ not that he cares. he doesn't know this Cree guy, and he's kind of sort of in a pact or some shit with Aranea. that's pretty much forced his hand right there. maybe he should have considered his whole "neutral mindset" thing before he's gone and given her woof powers. ]
Good luck to you.
Just don't spread yourself too thin or else you're going to have too many mercs and not enough jobs.
Nothing worse than cranky mercs with empty pockets.
[ not that he cares. he doesn't know this Cree guy, and he's kind of sort of in a pact or some shit with Aranea. that's pretty much forced his hand right there. maybe he should have considered his whole "neutral mindset" thing before he's gone and given her woof powers. ]
Good luck to you.
Just don't spread yourself too thin or else you're going to have too many mercs and not enough jobs.
Nothing worse than cranky mercs with empty pockets.
[ oh, dammit. now she wants him to talk about people he's known for decades. centuries. Fables that are either stashed away in stasis chambers or gone forever. Fables that would be hoping and praying it was him in the pod right now — that or just outright dead. maybe if he thrusts harder and faster, she'll become distracted by his cock running along the lips of her cunt. that sounds good. he's going to do just that.
another sharp stab of his hips and it's loud enough to make her ass slap back against his lower abs. he lets out a grunt, the first solid indication that this is actually arousing and pleasureful to him. as if the swollen cock hadn't given that away already. ]
I'm sorry, can we talk about the fact that you know multiple immortal men? Are you just snatching them up for some kind of collection or something?
[ again, deflecting. but he is also surprised to hear there are others that come from their respective worlds. maybe not too far-fetched when considering his own origins, but still. Bigby lets out a groan at her last question, but he concedes and gives her something. ]
Plenty of stories about me. Some real, some fake. Most of them real. And no, not lumped in with werewolves.
[ because he isn't a werewolf, but he doesn't want to linger on that. ]
another sharp stab of his hips and it's loud enough to make her ass slap back against his lower abs. he lets out a grunt, the first solid indication that this is actually arousing and pleasureful to him. as if the swollen cock hadn't given that away already. ]
I'm sorry, can we talk about the fact that you know multiple immortal men? Are you just snatching them up for some kind of collection or something?
[ again, deflecting. but he is also surprised to hear there are others that come from their respective worlds. maybe not too far-fetched when considering his own origins, but still. Bigby lets out a groan at her last question, but he concedes and gives her something. ]
Plenty of stories about me. Some real, some fake. Most of them real. And no, not lumped in with werewolves.
[ because he isn't a werewolf, but he doesn't want to linger on that. ]
Yeeeah, not going to accept a challenge I know I'll fail.
Always had more luck catching flies with vinegar than honey.
[ maybe if she offers him something for successfully doing so. that's another conversation for another day. hopefully one that'll never happen, because Bigby and pleasant don't belong in the same sentence together. ]
Aw. You trust me? That's... well.
Don't really know how I feel about that.
Are you just wanting to get better at throwing some punches or are you looking to be prepared to break limbs if necessary?
Always had more luck catching flies with vinegar than honey.
[ maybe if she offers him something for successfully doing so. that's another conversation for another day. hopefully one that'll never happen, because Bigby and pleasant don't belong in the same sentence together. ]
Aw. You trust me? That's... well.
Don't really know how I feel about that.
Are you just wanting to get better at throwing some punches or are you looking to be prepared to break limbs if necessary?
Yeah, yeah. I know how to keep my guys happy. Got some monster hunting contracts recently from farmers outside of Wyver, so that should be good for this month at least.
But, hey — you won't be in the middle. Not unless you're trying to play nice with Cree behind my back.
But, hey — you won't be in the middle. Not unless you're trying to play nice with Cree behind my back.
I trust you to be an ass whenever you can, but not pettily cruel. And I trust you enough to sleep in your bed-- or did you imagine I simply wandered in and out of homes until I found someone to shelter me?
[In other words: she doesn't trust him completely, because she doesn't trust anyone completely. But she trusts him enough to ask him this, knowing he won't actively try and hurt her or humiliate her.]
In any case: whichever you're more likely to teach.
[In other words: she doesn't trust him completely, because she doesn't trust anyone completely. But she trusts him enough to ask him this, knowing he won't actively try and hurt her or humiliate her.]
In any case: whichever you're more likely to teach.
It's hardly my fault they flock to me, is it?
[Sort of. She sort of collects them, it's a fifty/fifty thing, let's not linger on it. She's drawn to the supernatural and bizarre, she can hardly help that; it's just that people who are different in some way are so much more interesting than boring, ordinary human beings.
Which might neatly explain why it's him she's grinding back against, rolling her hips down and shivering at the way his cock presses up against her. She's half-tempted to tell him to simply fuck her already; god knows she's gotten wet enough.]
So tell me one. Or do you want to wait until we're in bed?
[She glances behind her, smirking a little.]
That's sweet. Aren't you hospitable? Letting me sleep here and telling me a story, my.
[Sort of. She sort of collects them, it's a fifty/fifty thing, let's not linger on it. She's drawn to the supernatural and bizarre, she can hardly help that; it's just that people who are different in some way are so much more interesting than boring, ordinary human beings.
Which might neatly explain why it's him she's grinding back against, rolling her hips down and shivering at the way his cock presses up against her. She's half-tempted to tell him to simply fuck her already; god knows she's gotten wet enough.]
So tell me one. Or do you want to wait until we're in bed?
[She glances behind her, smirking a little.]
That's sweet. Aren't you hospitable? Letting me sleep here and telling me a story, my.
That's nice of you.
It's important to know that I'm only necessarily cruel, not pettily.
[ is that him being an ass right now? probably. he's not sorry. ]
You trust me enough to do a lot more than just sleep in my bed, but sure.
I get your point.
Gonna tell me why you've got this unquenchable bloodlust all of a sudden?
Thought teleporting away was always a safe bet for you.
It's important to know that I'm only necessarily cruel, not pettily.
[ is that him being an ass right now? probably. he's not sorry. ]
You trust me enough to do a lot more than just sleep in my bed, but sure.
I get your point.
Gonna tell me why you've got this unquenchable bloodlust all of a sudden?
Thought teleporting away was always a safe bet for you.
Because it tires me out after a time. I can do it in short bursts, but there's a reason I take a horse most of the time when I come to Wyver.
And with a war brewing, there's only so many places I'll be able to teleport anyway. I'd rather be safe than sorry if I find myself cornered somewhere.
And with a war brewing, there's only so many places I'll be able to teleport anyway. I'd rather be safe than sorry if I find myself cornered somewhere.
Anyone with less common sense would make an inappropriate joke about how you keep them happy.
[ common sense is required because it helps one realize just how badly Aranea can punish someone for a poor joke, former immortal or otherwise. ]
I'd be the first to admit if someone else is offering me better benefits to working with them than you.
So far, no one's trumped you yet.
Funny how that works considering our little pact ended up working out.
Which reminds me. How's that been going for you?
[ common sense is required because it helps one realize just how badly Aranea can punish someone for a poor joke, former immortal or otherwise. ]
I'd be the first to admit if someone else is offering me better benefits to working with them than you.
So far, no one's trumped you yet.
Funny how that works considering our little pact ended up working out.
Which reminds me. How's that been going for you?
[ Bigby doesn't know if he should be feeling jealous or if his ego should take a blow for not being the only """immortal""" she knows. upon considering the chances becoming more likely with the number of universes and worlds merged into one, he figures he shouldn't get too pouty over something ridiculous. he doesn't even know Ardyn is grouped in that same pool, however. what a pain in the ass that conversation will be when it ever comes... ]
Mm. Don't know about that. Not unless you're looking for nightmares before I tuck you in.
[ he says it with a playful enough spin, but truth be told, it's only added to ensure he doesn't make the situation tense. his stories are far from ones he would want to give to someone in an attempt to flatter or humble himself. Bigby is used to them being told by others, and even when they aren't bloated and dramatized more than they needed to be, they all drove home the same point — if you ever meet the Big Bad Wolf, you were fucked.
hardly the thing he wants Rosalind to think about when his cock is hard and her cunt wet. he tries to deflect for as long as he can, giving another sharp jab before one of his palms slide up her stomach to cup a breast into his hand. he gives a deep squeeze as his thumb finds one of her nipples, sure in the fact that it would be a proper distraction. ]
If you actually wash me off like promised, I might even wake you up with breakfast. Who knows.
[ spoiler: he won't be waking her up with breakfast, but it is a nice thought to have. way better than one of him eating people, right. ]
Mm. Don't know about that. Not unless you're looking for nightmares before I tuck you in.
[ he says it with a playful enough spin, but truth be told, it's only added to ensure he doesn't make the situation tense. his stories are far from ones he would want to give to someone in an attempt to flatter or humble himself. Bigby is used to them being told by others, and even when they aren't bloated and dramatized more than they needed to be, they all drove home the same point — if you ever meet the Big Bad Wolf, you were fucked.
hardly the thing he wants Rosalind to think about when his cock is hard and her cunt wet. he tries to deflect for as long as he can, giving another sharp jab before one of his palms slide up her stomach to cup a breast into his hand. he gives a deep squeeze as his thumb finds one of her nipples, sure in the fact that it would be a proper distraction. ]
If you actually wash me off like promised, I might even wake you up with breakfast. Who knows.
[ spoiler: he won't be waking her up with breakfast, but it is a nice thought to have. way better than one of him eating people, right. ]
Nn-- I'm going to be very upset if you don't, Bigby.
[She's going to be very unsurprised, though she thinks she can at least get him to make coffee for her. Perhaps. It's worth a shot, anyway, and heaven knows Rosalind likes a challenge, especially when it comes with the thought of Bigby doing something nice for her.
But his ploy works perfectly: she's flushing, squirming thanks to that attention, too distracted to bother chasing after what he isn't giving her. Later, she thinks vaguely, and lets the matter drop in favor of grinding her ass back up against him again.
Fuck me, she tells him soon, too wet to dream of letting him just use her thighs. He doesn't need telling twice; with a groan he slips into her, stretching her open wide and filling her up, and Rosalind's mouth drops open, a moan slipping past her lips, her cunt throbbing around him.
It's not the most vigorous sex they've had, but what they lack in speed, they more than make up for in pleasure. Before long they're echoing around the bathroom, moans and whimpers and the wet sound of skin against skin, until at last he spills into her and leaves her aching for more.
It's very hard not to beg him to reciprocate, but luckily, he's not feeling particular cruel tonight. She slumps back against the shower wall, cold tile at her back, and gasps against the crook of his neck as his fingers slip between her legs.
The water's gone tepid by the time they finally exit the shower. Rosalind moves languidly, her muscles gone soft and pliant. She's a far sight from the uptight, tense woman she'd been arriving here, but a hot shower and an orgasm will do wonders for anyone, Rosalind included.]
How grabby are you going to be tonight?
[She asks it idly as they head into his room. She's almost certain he'll grope her at least once before they fall asleep. It's almost too tempting not to: she's stealing one of his button-ups, and the hemline falls only to her mid-thigh.
And . . . it's not that she's never slept with a man before. Of course not. She and Robert had shared a bed for nearly fifteen years; she's more than used to it. But it's odd to share one with someone who isn't Robert. She feels a little like an interloper as she sits on his bed, watching him as he moves about his room, but it's a feeling she keeps firmly to herself.]
Simply curious. You seem to have a particular affection for my backside.
[She's going to be very unsurprised, though she thinks she can at least get him to make coffee for her. Perhaps. It's worth a shot, anyway, and heaven knows Rosalind likes a challenge, especially when it comes with the thought of Bigby doing something nice for her.
But his ploy works perfectly: she's flushing, squirming thanks to that attention, too distracted to bother chasing after what he isn't giving her. Later, she thinks vaguely, and lets the matter drop in favor of grinding her ass back up against him again.
Fuck me, she tells him soon, too wet to dream of letting him just use her thighs. He doesn't need telling twice; with a groan he slips into her, stretching her open wide and filling her up, and Rosalind's mouth drops open, a moan slipping past her lips, her cunt throbbing around him.
It's not the most vigorous sex they've had, but what they lack in speed, they more than make up for in pleasure. Before long they're echoing around the bathroom, moans and whimpers and the wet sound of skin against skin, until at last he spills into her and leaves her aching for more.
It's very hard not to beg him to reciprocate, but luckily, he's not feeling particular cruel tonight. She slumps back against the shower wall, cold tile at her back, and gasps against the crook of his neck as his fingers slip between her legs.
The water's gone tepid by the time they finally exit the shower. Rosalind moves languidly, her muscles gone soft and pliant. She's a far sight from the uptight, tense woman she'd been arriving here, but a hot shower and an orgasm will do wonders for anyone, Rosalind included.]
How grabby are you going to be tonight?
[She asks it idly as they head into his room. She's almost certain he'll grope her at least once before they fall asleep. It's almost too tempting not to: she's stealing one of his button-ups, and the hemline falls only to her mid-thigh.
And . . . it's not that she's never slept with a man before. Of course not. She and Robert had shared a bed for nearly fifteen years; she's more than used to it. But it's odd to share one with someone who isn't Robert. She feels a little like an interloper as she sits on his bed, watching him as he moves about his room, but it's a feeling she keeps firmly to herself.]
Simply curious. You seem to have a particular affection for my backside.
If only you had the bright idea to ride me before you went and got stabbed, huh.
[ not that the pact was available back then, but he couldn't pass up on the opportunity. ]
I'm still waiting to figure out what the hell I got from you.
Was hoping my hair got long if anything, but.
[ not that the pact was available back then, but he couldn't pass up on the opportunity. ]
I'm still waiting to figure out what the hell I got from you.
Was hoping my hair got long if anything, but.
Oh, the stick hasn't gone anywhere.
Think you finally just accepted me for both my pros and cons.
[ implying he has any pros. ]
Wit's never been lacking.
Do you have anything "unique" that I should maybe be looking out for.
Other than hopefully never waking up to a pair of tits I never needed, I mean.
Think you finally just accepted me for both my pros and cons.
[ implying he has any pros. ]
Wit's never been lacking.
Do you have anything "unique" that I should maybe be looking out for.
Other than hopefully never waking up to a pair of tits I never needed, I mean.
Luckily, I'm a lot less strict on company. Just don't get on my way or cause me problems and we get along just fine.
Unfortunately for you, you just have to deal with your plethora of Wolfy problems. You'll have to explain it when I'm bored enough to listen.
Unfortunately for you, you just have to deal with your plethora of Wolfy problems. You'll have to explain it when I'm bored enough to listen.
Can't say I'll keep that promise, but sure.
I'll try my best to be a good boy.
Just for you.
[ implied winky faces in abundance. ]
Yeah, get in line.
I think we should spend more time on how you're going to balance the scales.
Any ideas?
A bigger cut of the jobs I do for your merc guild might be a good start.
I'll try my best to be a good boy.
Just for you.
[ implied winky faces in abundance. ]
Yeah, get in line.
I think we should spend more time on how you're going to balance the scales.
Any ideas?
A bigger cut of the jobs I do for your merc guild might be a good start.
Well, yeah.
Didn't imagine it was the most comfortable method of travel.
Getting out of a situation involving you getting stabbed, though?
[ he isn't going to tell a woman not to learn to defend themselves, though. especially not when in Wyver of all places. ]
Alright, yeah, fair enough.
Do you know anything already?
Grappling, pressure points, how to use your fucking teeth if you need to?
Didn't imagine it was the most comfortable method of travel.
Getting out of a situation involving you getting stabbed, though?
[ he isn't going to tell a woman not to learn to defend themselves, though. especially not when in Wyver of all places. ]
Alright, yeah, fair enough.
Do you know anything already?
Grappling, pressure points, how to use your fucking teeth if you need to?
I've heard of pressure points, and I can likely pick them out, though I realize that doing it in the midst of battle is different than doing it in a sterile environment.
I can shoot a gun. I've killed people before, there shan't be a hesitation there. But no, I've never used my teeth or grappled; I'd never had to until after my death.
Strategy would likely work best for me, I imagine. Learning a base set of defenses, but more importantly, how to read people and realize what it is they'll try next.
I can shoot a gun. I've killed people before, there shan't be a hesitation there. But no, I've never used my teeth or grappled; I'd never had to until after my death.
Strategy would likely work best for me, I imagine. Learning a base set of defenses, but more importantly, how to read people and realize what it is they'll try next.
Hold on a second. I'm the one still busting my ass to sort the bottom barrells for some worthwhile jobs. Remember the hand that feeds you, tough guy.
I won't be in debt for too long to you, though - not my style. Be patient and I'll figure something out.
I won't be in debt for too long to you, though - not my style. Be patient and I'll figure something out.
I'm sensing some name-calling by the pot here.
Remember the hand that's suddenly got claws for nails, sweetheart.
[ is she going to notice that he doesn't let things go easily? probably. Bigby isn't going to say it was an entirely one-sided deal, though. the sex was quite lovely. ]
I'm a simple man with simple tastes.
A steak dinner and maybe a back massage could go a long way, you know.
[ and now the question remains on if he's being serious or not. ]
Remember the hand that's suddenly got claws for nails, sweetheart.
[ is she going to notice that he doesn't let things go easily? probably. Bigby isn't going to say it was an entirely one-sided deal, though. the sex was quite lovely. ]
I'm a simple man with simple tastes.
A steak dinner and maybe a back massage could go a long way, you know.
[ and now the question remains on if he's being serious or not. ]
I'm not the one acting high and mighty here. I'm pretty appreciative of this little edge. Pretty sure I said thanks after you cleaned up too. I minded my manners.
But.
Fine. I'll find you the juiciest steak you've ever had but not sure if I can oblige with the back rub. What, with those nails and all.
But.
Fine. I'll find you the juiciest steak you've ever had but not sure if I can oblige with the back rub. What, with those nails and all.
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