Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2015 22:17:52 GMT -5
The steady sound of foot steps had began assaulting the silence of life. The hunter named Onio holding a bag over his shoulder, as he had acquired it within one of the many scattered villages in Vegeta's outlands. A nice woman who had exchanged his service for supplies. And, one could just say it was a good thing that Onio knew how to use his lower body just as well as he knew how to use his upper body. Along the way, the male had wore a smug grin along his lips. His features detailing him as a man of great confidence and the like. As he walked through the vast wastelands, he had thought to himself, questioning just what he'd do once he even got the city. And, well, he had gone with his usual solution and plan: He'd simply wing it. It was a large city, home to a large empire. What was there not to do? Literally anything was possible, the sky was the limits and it was his job to act on it. And, Onio being Onio, he would. He knew himself well enough to do so. The trek to Vegeta's main city was quite short, in retrospect. His legs barely used, as he approached the entrance to the city. His chin raised and his blue eyes searching for anything of importance. Nothing. Thus making his chin lower and his feet to take him forward and actually into the city. Onio's eyelids falling down half way, as they did when he was in his pod and resting, and his body shifting from side to side with each step; As though he was trying to project himself as a total badass. And he was. And it was totally working for him.~
Whilst walking, the young man had noticed something that most certainly caught his interest. His ocean blue eyes locking onto a staircase that lead downward. Looking form side to side, the male had of course followed it and found himself at a doorway. The entrance to a fine pub! Finally! Knocking on the cold steel of the door, Onio's lips had curved into a full grin. His eyebrows lowered and showing some type of satisfaction for his great find. The door hadn't budged, but a slit for eyes had been slid open. Two black eyes looking out form the darkness that loomed behind it. A stern, gruff voice answering to the hunter's knock. "What do ya want, tiny?" the voice questioned. Onio raising one brow and showing a face of concern and confusion. Answering back after configuring how to assess the situation. "I'm here to drink, maybe fight and hang out." He chuckled to himself. Such an answer was fail proof and guaranteed entry. The set of eyes blinked and exhaled a sigh of stress. Shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose with two, meaty fingers. Stepping back and sliding the slit back to it's shut position, he had stepped back and allowed the young man entrance. Onio raising two fingers in gratitude and entering the tavern quickly. The door shut and a fine view of what he was in for presented.
A large room. the overall shape in that of a massive C, as the entrance led forward and a path to the right. The region in which one would order liquor to the right, whereas the region in which a couple could..get lovey lie in the forward and to the right area of the tavern. Overall, this pub was welcoming and filled with the scent of anger, lust, booze and fun. The overall color scheme for the bar varying in some areas. The entrance being a brick crimson along the walls, the floors grey tiles and the walls illuminated through candles. The tavern area remaining in the same color scheme, crimson brick walls and a grey ground. Now, the..brothel region of the tavern was a massive leap. Rather than being a brick scheme, it seemed to mirror a more comfortable and homely image. The walls beige and the ground a wooden tiled floor. Several rooms lining the wall that made up the upper portion of the bar. In short, it certainly explained why the bar reeked of anger, lust, and so on and so forth. At least, the Hunter thought so.
Onio looking to the right, performing a military command of a right face, instantly making his way toward the bartender. Stopping before the counter and dropping his dufflebag onto the ground and pulling out a few coins of Zeni. Looking at his palm for a moment and then to the tender, whom had been leaning against the counter. And what luck: It was a woman bartender. With exceptionally large breasts. Onio sure had some great luck. The female Saiyajin had leaned against the counter in an especially seductive fashion. Squishing her chest against the wooden surface of the countertop and gazing into Onio's blue eyes. The male meeting her gaze with cold, lifeless and uncaring eyes. His brows relaxed and showing no emotion. Her ways of seduction weren't going to take him. He was too strong and knowledgeable in the ways of women and their strategies. "Can I get a Doom Equise, please. And, uh, how's the food stuff?" Onio questioned and stated his request. The female nodding and turning, her hips swaying as she grabbed onto the first bottle of Doom Equis available. She had quite the rear on her, too. Onio had suddenly realized what he had been missing whilst he was out hunting down some poor saps on other planets and stars. Alas, he kept his composure. Lifeless eyes darting form her rear, to the back of her head. And once she handed his drink to him and he had paid, the true test had begun. His eyes once again darting form her chest to her face, to her chest and to her face once more, chest to face, again and again and again. Sweat beading down his brow as he seemed to be keeping a straight face. "..Thanks." Onio thanked her and gave her a nod. "You too," A second nod and wink was given to her breast, as well. Being a total jackass and giving a smug smirk, he broke his bearing. 'Ah, fuck it.' He thought to himself. Taking a swig of the green bottle in his hand, the Hunter cocked a brow.
"You work here, what's the deal with that back room?" Onio inquired, swallowing the somewhat sour brew into his gullet.
"Mmmn, the Red Light District? That's where all the warriors and men with cash go to..relieve themselves of stress.~ Why do you ask?~" She answered and returned to him with a question of her very own.
"No reason. Curiosity, probably. Unless you can cut me a deal and get me in for a discount, I don't think I see myself back there." He replied and answered to her. Taking another swig and dropping the bottom of the bottle against the counter with a large thud. His thumb brought up to his face and scratching the bottom of his eye, around the cheek region with the nail of the thumb. His head tilted to the side a few degrees to the right. "Think you could do me that favor, sweetheart?"
The bartender put her lower lip out, her cheeks inflating a little bit. A soft, delicate finger tapping against here cheek lightly as she shook her head from side to side. Her short hair swaying from side to side before she gave a nonchalant nod and shrug. "Sure, I could do that, sugar.~ Follow after me.~" She said, with a wink before walking from behind the counter and taking hold of Onio's strong, covered hand. The mohawk-toting Saiyajin following the care giving female obediently. Her grip on him somewhat tight as she took him to the very back, the last door down the hall. Shoving Onio right into the room and letting him settle. Their room actually, quite nice for Earth standards.
A pink room, light in shade on the walls. The floor pink and a carpet laid out. A bed dead center and two dressers to the side. This bed clearly for..lewd acts, as it bore a large curtain around it. The type used to hide a couple who were in the act of reproduction. The Scarred Hunter dropped his bag beside the bed, his gloves being slipped off and his boots following right after. The bodysuit that he wore being shed. the torso piece removed primarily. Onio laying himself vertically across the bedspread and awaiting his partner in the act. The bartender, named Kally respectively, removing her apron and draping along a chair in the corner of the room. Her button up unbuttoned and removed slowly, almost as if she was trying to tease the hunter. Onio sitting up and putting his hands on the back of his head. His brows cocked as he watched her undress. Kally's shirt had been draped along the same chair, her rather large breast freed from their clothe prison. One thing Onio loved about Vegeta was the lack of bras that the warrior women lacked. It kept secrets at distance. The curtain had been pulled, though. Keeping vision limited to shadows alone. Kally's breast a size double D. The female placing her delicate hands beneath her breast and gently bouncing them, giving Onio quite the show indeed. It didn't stop there, however, as she removed her skirt somewhat slowly and teasingly, pulling them down at her own pace and removing them by dropping them across the floor. Kally's thin, soft index finger tracing down from her side down to her thighs, guiding to her nether regions and quickly whipping away to her waist. The female walking toward the bed, her hips swaying with a lustful aura emanating off of her. Her torso lurching forward and allowing her to crawl onto the bed's surface and onto the Hunter's lap.
Her nude form pressed against his still clothed body. Kally's breasts pressed against Onio's powerful chest and her hands rubbing his shoulders gently. Her face brought close to his own and soft, pillow like lips brushing against his own. Onio foolishly attempting to go in for a kiss, as she pulled back and giggled at his action. His reward for making her laugh being a loving, heavy kiss. Their lips locked, and tongues exchanging flavors. His broader, wide tongue being lapped at and intertwining with her own smaller, delicate tongue. The Scarred Warrior's hands meeting her buttocks, latching on protectively, fingers clasping down onto her soft, creamy skin. His right hand brought up, high and being brought right back down. His palm clashing against her full rear, eliciting a gasp and moan from Kally. The woman attacking the male and biting down on his lower lip, pulling it gently and teasingly before releasing and letting him go to resume their harsh kiss. Onio and Kally breaking to exchange looks: Onio's being that of his oft used smug and confident look, while her's seemed to be in love and infatuated. Onio quickly dug his face into her neck, placing kisses on the nape of her jaw and going down to her shoulder. Suckling and biting in seven spots along her body in different regions. The first being her neck, left and right. The second being on her chest. Onio ignoring her breasts for the most part and placing a loving kiss on her belly before continuing with the act. If there was one thing anyone could say about Onio, it was that he mastered and was superior in self control, combat and love making, The first and third items being apparent here: As whilst he pleasured his partner, he was still dressed!
The rest of the act, lays in mystery..
The sound of a door slammed close added onto the chatter of the pub. Onio stepping out, Kally still within the room. Probably fast asleep, after he had gotten done with her. The Hunter's clothing returned, as his armor was equipped and as was his gloves and boots. On his neck, a hickey from his night with the bartender. His hand raised to where she bit him, rubbing gently as it made him chuckle. Realizing, he still had it after being away form home for so long. A smirk lining his lips. His bag held by his left arm and threw over his back, supplies and liquor gratefully given by Kally herself inside. As well as..some delicates gifted by the female. What could he say? He worked hard instead of hardly working. The Saiyajin walking out of the Red Light District, and back into the main bar. Blowing hot air from his lips and upward, blowing the hanging part of his mohawk around. His mouth tasted of a very specific flavor, one that he'd remember and enjoy for a while. Walking himself back to the entrance, Onio had looked back. Remembering the name of this place, for..later uses. Just in case he needed a drink and he wanted a discount, he'd remember, The Bordello. Locking it to memory, he had walked right on out, satisfied.
Whilst walking, the young man had noticed something that most certainly caught his interest. His ocean blue eyes locking onto a staircase that lead downward. Looking form side to side, the male had of course followed it and found himself at a doorway. The entrance to a fine pub! Finally! Knocking on the cold steel of the door, Onio's lips had curved into a full grin. His eyebrows lowered and showing some type of satisfaction for his great find. The door hadn't budged, but a slit for eyes had been slid open. Two black eyes looking out form the darkness that loomed behind it. A stern, gruff voice answering to the hunter's knock. "What do ya want, tiny?" the voice questioned. Onio raising one brow and showing a face of concern and confusion. Answering back after configuring how to assess the situation. "I'm here to drink, maybe fight and hang out." He chuckled to himself. Such an answer was fail proof and guaranteed entry. The set of eyes blinked and exhaled a sigh of stress. Shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose with two, meaty fingers. Stepping back and sliding the slit back to it's shut position, he had stepped back and allowed the young man entrance. Onio raising two fingers in gratitude and entering the tavern quickly. The door shut and a fine view of what he was in for presented.
A large room. the overall shape in that of a massive C, as the entrance led forward and a path to the right. The region in which one would order liquor to the right, whereas the region in which a couple could..get lovey lie in the forward and to the right area of the tavern. Overall, this pub was welcoming and filled with the scent of anger, lust, booze and fun. The overall color scheme for the bar varying in some areas. The entrance being a brick crimson along the walls, the floors grey tiles and the walls illuminated through candles. The tavern area remaining in the same color scheme, crimson brick walls and a grey ground. Now, the..brothel region of the tavern was a massive leap. Rather than being a brick scheme, it seemed to mirror a more comfortable and homely image. The walls beige and the ground a wooden tiled floor. Several rooms lining the wall that made up the upper portion of the bar. In short, it certainly explained why the bar reeked of anger, lust, and so on and so forth. At least, the Hunter thought so.
Onio looking to the right, performing a military command of a right face, instantly making his way toward the bartender. Stopping before the counter and dropping his dufflebag onto the ground and pulling out a few coins of Zeni. Looking at his palm for a moment and then to the tender, whom had been leaning against the counter. And what luck: It was a woman bartender. With exceptionally large breasts. Onio sure had some great luck. The female Saiyajin had leaned against the counter in an especially seductive fashion. Squishing her chest against the wooden surface of the countertop and gazing into Onio's blue eyes. The male meeting her gaze with cold, lifeless and uncaring eyes. His brows relaxed and showing no emotion. Her ways of seduction weren't going to take him. He was too strong and knowledgeable in the ways of women and their strategies. "Can I get a Doom Equise, please. And, uh, how's the food stuff?" Onio questioned and stated his request. The female nodding and turning, her hips swaying as she grabbed onto the first bottle of Doom Equis available. She had quite the rear on her, too. Onio had suddenly realized what he had been missing whilst he was out hunting down some poor saps on other planets and stars. Alas, he kept his composure. Lifeless eyes darting form her rear, to the back of her head. And once she handed his drink to him and he had paid, the true test had begun. His eyes once again darting form her chest to her face, to her chest and to her face once more, chest to face, again and again and again. Sweat beading down his brow as he seemed to be keeping a straight face. "..Thanks." Onio thanked her and gave her a nod. "You too," A second nod and wink was given to her breast, as well. Being a total jackass and giving a smug smirk, he broke his bearing. 'Ah, fuck it.' He thought to himself. Taking a swig of the green bottle in his hand, the Hunter cocked a brow.
"You work here, what's the deal with that back room?" Onio inquired, swallowing the somewhat sour brew into his gullet.
"Mmmn, the Red Light District? That's where all the warriors and men with cash go to..relieve themselves of stress.~ Why do you ask?~" She answered and returned to him with a question of her very own.
"No reason. Curiosity, probably. Unless you can cut me a deal and get me in for a discount, I don't think I see myself back there." He replied and answered to her. Taking another swig and dropping the bottom of the bottle against the counter with a large thud. His thumb brought up to his face and scratching the bottom of his eye, around the cheek region with the nail of the thumb. His head tilted to the side a few degrees to the right. "Think you could do me that favor, sweetheart?"
The bartender put her lower lip out, her cheeks inflating a little bit. A soft, delicate finger tapping against here cheek lightly as she shook her head from side to side. Her short hair swaying from side to side before she gave a nonchalant nod and shrug. "Sure, I could do that, sugar.~ Follow after me.~" She said, with a wink before walking from behind the counter and taking hold of Onio's strong, covered hand. The mohawk-toting Saiyajin following the care giving female obediently. Her grip on him somewhat tight as she took him to the very back, the last door down the hall. Shoving Onio right into the room and letting him settle. Their room actually, quite nice for Earth standards.
A pink room, light in shade on the walls. The floor pink and a carpet laid out. A bed dead center and two dressers to the side. This bed clearly for..lewd acts, as it bore a large curtain around it. The type used to hide a couple who were in the act of reproduction. The Scarred Hunter dropped his bag beside the bed, his gloves being slipped off and his boots following right after. The bodysuit that he wore being shed. the torso piece removed primarily. Onio laying himself vertically across the bedspread and awaiting his partner in the act. The bartender, named Kally respectively, removing her apron and draping along a chair in the corner of the room. Her button up unbuttoned and removed slowly, almost as if she was trying to tease the hunter. Onio sitting up and putting his hands on the back of his head. His brows cocked as he watched her undress. Kally's shirt had been draped along the same chair, her rather large breast freed from their clothe prison. One thing Onio loved about Vegeta was the lack of bras that the warrior women lacked. It kept secrets at distance. The curtain had been pulled, though. Keeping vision limited to shadows alone. Kally's breast a size double D. The female placing her delicate hands beneath her breast and gently bouncing them, giving Onio quite the show indeed. It didn't stop there, however, as she removed her skirt somewhat slowly and teasingly, pulling them down at her own pace and removing them by dropping them across the floor. Kally's thin, soft index finger tracing down from her side down to her thighs, guiding to her nether regions and quickly whipping away to her waist. The female walking toward the bed, her hips swaying with a lustful aura emanating off of her. Her torso lurching forward and allowing her to crawl onto the bed's surface and onto the Hunter's lap.
Her nude form pressed against his still clothed body. Kally's breasts pressed against Onio's powerful chest and her hands rubbing his shoulders gently. Her face brought close to his own and soft, pillow like lips brushing against his own. Onio foolishly attempting to go in for a kiss, as she pulled back and giggled at his action. His reward for making her laugh being a loving, heavy kiss. Their lips locked, and tongues exchanging flavors. His broader, wide tongue being lapped at and intertwining with her own smaller, delicate tongue. The Scarred Warrior's hands meeting her buttocks, latching on protectively, fingers clasping down onto her soft, creamy skin. His right hand brought up, high and being brought right back down. His palm clashing against her full rear, eliciting a gasp and moan from Kally. The woman attacking the male and biting down on his lower lip, pulling it gently and teasingly before releasing and letting him go to resume their harsh kiss. Onio and Kally breaking to exchange looks: Onio's being that of his oft used smug and confident look, while her's seemed to be in love and infatuated. Onio quickly dug his face into her neck, placing kisses on the nape of her jaw and going down to her shoulder. Suckling and biting in seven spots along her body in different regions. The first being her neck, left and right. The second being on her chest. Onio ignoring her breasts for the most part and placing a loving kiss on her belly before continuing with the act. If there was one thing anyone could say about Onio, it was that he mastered and was superior in self control, combat and love making, The first and third items being apparent here: As whilst he pleasured his partner, he was still dressed!
The rest of the act, lays in mystery..
Presumably two hours afterward..~
The sound of a door slammed close added onto the chatter of the pub. Onio stepping out, Kally still within the room. Probably fast asleep, after he had gotten done with her. The Hunter's clothing returned, as his armor was equipped and as was his gloves and boots. On his neck, a hickey from his night with the bartender. His hand raised to where she bit him, rubbing gently as it made him chuckle. Realizing, he still had it after being away form home for so long. A smirk lining his lips. His bag held by his left arm and threw over his back, supplies and liquor gratefully given by Kally herself inside. As well as..some delicates gifted by the female. What could he say? He worked hard instead of hardly working. The Saiyajin walking out of the Red Light District, and back into the main bar. Blowing hot air from his lips and upward, blowing the hanging part of his mohawk around. His mouth tasted of a very specific flavor, one that he'd remember and enjoy for a while. Walking himself back to the entrance, Onio had looked back. Remembering the name of this place, for..later uses. Just in case he needed a drink and he wanted a discount, he'd remember, The Bordello. Locking it to memory, he had walked right on out, satisfied.