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Dylan Song Werewolf Escort at the Le Bordel Erotica blog for @covairecityrp

[sena-clarke]

Sena needed a day to regroup and spend some time to herself, something she didn’t allow herself often. She hadn’t even bothered opening the shop for the day, people would manage with it being closed one day. She hadn’t been sleeping, the nightmares plaguing her more strongly lately as it came up on the anniversary of their deaths. She needed peace, and while she hadn’t been sure where she would go, she found herself at the Coves. It was as good a place as any, spreading out a blanket where she could sit down. It was peaceful, a place where she could just close her eyes and listen to the waves against the rocks and let her thoughts go. While her thoughts were inward, she still didn’t miss the sound of someone coming up behind her and she opened her eyes, though she didn’t turn around. “There’s a lot of empty beach you could walk along.” She offered, not really wanting to be disturbed. “Unless you came to talk to me specifically?” 

@covairecitystarters​

[dylanxsong]

Walking along the beach had become something of a habit for Dylan ever since he left Le Chateau for his life as an escort. It was a freedom like he had never felt before being able to simply walk along the sand and look out to the vast body of water as it lapped against the coastline. He had been doing his usual route when he walked past someone seated there and was about to make his way past her when she spoke. 

“Oh, I was just passing,” he said when he looked at her and actually recognised her. Dylan had made just one other order and pick up for his client ever since their first meeting in the Tides of Fate. “Didn’t think I’d see you out here. I thought you lived amongst your herbs and remedies,” the wolf said with a teasing smile as he wondered if she would recognise him.

[dylanxsong]

the-last-queen​:

Bellynda stared at the blubbering mess in front of her, and tried to compose herself. “Stop. Just keep your hands to yourself and don’t do it again. I’ll get my own coffee, but it was nice of you to offer. At least some people around here have manners. She had so much on her mind, and really couldnt be bothered with this guy. 

“Please. I insist.” This woman seemed like the sort who took no nonsense from anyone. That and she also seemed very busy. “Let me know what you want and I’ll bring it to you while you finish your phone call,” Dylan said with a smile as he stepped up next to her. If he could help take one less thing off her mind, he was going to do it.

[dylanxsong]

arlcnchevalier​:

He watched as Dylan playfully went at him before he followed the other to his room. Enjoying the pleased look on Dylan’s face, he tilted his head. “I would greatly enjoy that. Greek or Indian?” Stepping just a bit closer, he spun Dylan to him til’ they were face to face. “And Dylan…. I strive to always leave a good impression.” Leaning in slowly, he pressed his lips to the wolfs. “Consider that my congratulation present. One of many.”

“I think Greek,” Dylan smiled, feeling like something less spicy that evening. The door to his room was shut behind him and a moment later, Arlon had spun him around to face him. The vampire was really very dashing, especially this close and Dylan could not help but smile into the kiss that awarded him. 

“Good. Because I plan on collecting many more,” the wolf grinned when they parted and he gestured to his room which had he was still adding his own touches to. There were a few potted plants scattered across various surfaces. “Welcome to my humble abode.” It was surely nothing compared to the way the client lived, but it was the best Dylan ever had.

[dylanxsong]

walking | dylan & christine

@the-night-circus-christine

Dylan was heading back to Le Bordel that evening after a busy day out. He was waiting at a junction for the light to change and had his phone in one hand as he typed a one-handed reply to a client who wanted to book him later in the week. The message was sent out just as the light turned green and the woman next to him started walking. He started after her to cross the road when he noticed an item fall out of the pocket and onto the road. 

Stooping down, Dylan picked it up with ease and walked after her, intent on returning it to its owner. 

“Hey, miss! You dropped this,” he said as he came up next to her and held up the thing she had dropped towards her.

[remixbelmont]

@dylanxsong​​

Rémi sits inside an empty coffee shop—— he likes this one specifically because no one is around at this time of the day - especially not on a rainy day. His drink is slowly getting cold, but his gaze is fixed outside, into nothingness. He cannot get the memories of his female self out of his head— and most of all, what she became. He’s not a chthonic, but would finishing his mission turn him into a cold monster the way she became? He doesn’t want to become something that would bring shame to the Belmont name, or be something that his dear friend Mehran would have hated. It’s been years since he’s ever felt like he is right now———

Alone.

[dylanxsong]

Dylan had been walking along the street with an armful of groceries when he glanced into a cafe by chance and saw a familiar face. One he had not seen in awhile and his face lit up in recognition. He waved at Remi from beyond the glass, excited to see him again because this was the first time he had come across the wolf ever since their first meeting.

Hefting his groceries up slightly, Dylan made his way into the cafe and found Remi’s table. 

“You alright there, Remi?” the wolf said with a wide grin as he looked down at the other man. “Why the long face?”

[dylanxsong]

curious-mind-riya​:

Her eyes widen when a dashing man came to stand in front of her and her arms went to rest on his shoulders, moving her body closer to his. “I am, thank you.” Her body started to move in time with him. “I am doing better now that you are here.” Riya was impressed that she was able to talk without slurring her words. “Riya.” She calls out her name, her chocolate hues locking their gaze together. 

“That’s good to hear,” Dylan smiled. “Nice to meet you, Riya. Dylan,” he introduced himself before sparing a brief glance to the man she came here with. “Your client doesn’t seem to mind us,” the escort grinned and lifted her arms to loop them around his neck. “Does he have anything planned for your evening?”

[dylanxsong]

ofhcnscl​:

…

Hansol leaned his head to the side a bit, allowing her more access to the column of his neck. His own tone was laced with desire as he spoke but his mind was sharp as ever. “I do love to perform.” Both in bed and on the stage Hansol was always ready to put on a show. Especially if his partner was as beautiful as Dylan. 

He took on a slightly more serious note as he explained the basics of his limits. Of course it was all detailed in his contract anyway but he wanted to reiterate anyway. “No age or gender play. No bestiality and I like to keep things hygienic. Public sex is fine in a controlled environment. And nothing that will leave permanent damage. Aside from that I’m game for just about anything. You can find the full details in my contract.” This was always the boring part. Boring but necessary. “So, with that out of the way.” He let his gaze wander past her to lock eyes with Dylan. “What did you have in mind?”

Dylan was watching the exchange between the two, his mind taking notes on how Hansol was interacting with the client because he had plans of becoming an escort one day. 

“Hmm...” Miranda hummed as she traced her tongue against his neck to taste along his skin. “I can work within that. My needs are simple. We leave here, find ourselves a nice private room and the two of you will give me that show I want. I like watching wolves fight for dominance... Or play fight if you must,” she grinned, the hand on the back of Dylan’s neck urging his face closer to Hansol’s as he prisoner blinked at the other man and smiled. He knew what to expect because this was not his first time with the vampire. 

[dylanxsong]

arlcnchevalier​:

As the other kissed his cheek, Arlon returned the sentiment. “Oh, a tour, hm? One of these days when you make enough money, you’ll be showing me a fancy apartment. Or maybe I’ll just be greedy and request you be my escort. No sharing.” He teased as he placed the bottles on the table. “Oh I certainly think that’s quite the way to go about this. We should order nice food too. You’re doing well.”

“Yes, a tour,” Dylan grinned and was slightly surprised by the next words that came from Arlon’s lips, even if they were teasing ones. Still, the new escort had to play it cool because it did not do to get his hopes up this early in his escort game. “As appealing as that sounds, we can’t have that yet, can we? You might have to prove yourself to me first,” the wolf teased right back as he led them to his room. It was small but it was still bigger than anything Dylan ever had to himself and his delight showed on his face. 

“Food would be great. How about some lamb to go with this lovely red?” Dylan knew of Arlon’s expensive tastes, something the escort still needed to learn about when it came to the more high end clientele. 

[getlayd]

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[ayda--demir]

Riya had vowed to never drink again when she woke up in the Chateau. She never wanted to put herself in a position where she wouldn’t be able to fully protect herself, but after a week of being here, she needed to drink to forget how her new life would be like. A client had taken her to the club and she threw caution to the wind. The human lost track of the amount of shots she was give and made her way to the dance floor. At least tonight she could pretend her life was something else. Chocolate hues scanned the room and she looked gazes with another. 

@covairecitystarters​

[dylanxsong]

Being at the club now that he was an escort was vastly different to when Dylan was a prisoner. He did not have to come with a client anymore, but could enter at his own time to look for potential clients. Having this extra freedom with his new status in Covaire was something he never realised he could appreciate so much.

Dylan’s eyes followed a prisoner and her client when they entered the club. The wolf could recognise the look of such a pairing any day given how long he had been a prisoner himself and he could not help but give her a smile when their eyes locked when she was on the dance floor and he made his way over. She would never be a client, but that did not mean that he could not say hello.

“Enjoying yourself, miss?” he asked over the noise of the club as he placed his hands on her hips and they moved along to the music. They could at least give her client a good show if he was watching.

[the-last-queen]

Just when she thought this city couldn't get any worse, it somehow managed to. Bellynda lost her father with everything that had happened recently, and now she was left to deal with crumbling ruins of his legacy. She could have walked away, it would have been so easy. But Bellynda decided to take the harder route, and try to continue to keep her father's dream alive. All day there was what felt like a million things to do, and another million questions people kept asking her. She didn't have all the answers, and it was starting to dawn on her that maybe she was in over her head. Bellynda was busy explaining how to do the task at hand correctly, to the incompetent fool her father had on the payroll when she was interrupted. "You just hold on, I'm not done with you just yet." Turning, she looked at the person who had invaded her personal bubble and space.

@covairecitystarters

+ Open to anyone (can be anywhere)

[dylanxsong]

Dylan had been standing in line behind a woman who was talking very animatedly on her phone when someone decided to shove him, causing the wolf to collide with said woman.

“Oh geez, I’m so sorry!” he said quickly when she turned around to level him with a glare for having so rudely interrupted her. His hands were raised in front of him to show that he meant no additional harm. “Someone just...” he trailed off when he realised that the person who shoved him had disappeared. “I’m really sorry. Can I buy you a coffee to make it up to you?”

[dylanxsong]

oceanerowen​:

She’s anticipating the way he pulls her under water, she’s welcoming it even, the sensation of being fully submerged into the salt-water, is one she craves, one she loves. There is no attempt to free her herself from his grasp. She simply floats, using the fact that he holds her to move closer for him. Before she can wrap her legs around his waist to keep herself even closer to him, they resurface again. A bummer, but he needs to breathe. 

“I’ve always loved the ocean, the beach too.” she supplies, arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders, while her legs settle around his hip. They’re not too far out, he can stand easily. “I love to dive too.” she breathes. That it reminded her of a life she chose to give up but still mourned, Dylan doesn’t need to know. “There is so much fun you can do…” she breathes, still close to him, her lips only inches from his, leaving her close enough to kiss. “Have you been?” she questions, “Diving?” without further ado, she pushes herself away from him again, a grin on her lips when she splashes him with water.

Oceane was so calm even after being submerged and Dylan watched as she moved closer and those long legs found their way around his waist. The way their bare bodies slid against one another beneath the water distracted him momentarily from the fact that he was still underwater and that he needed air.

When they surfaced again, Dylan took in a large breath as his feet finally found purchase on the sea floor, his hands moving to her thighs to hold onto her. “It suits you,” he said with a smile, his heart was beating faster than before because of the moment of panic he had beneath the surface that he tamped down. “You should show me...” the wolf grinned as he leaned in, wanting to press a kiss on her lips only to have Oceane pushing away.

Dylan laughed and let her go only to retaliate by splashing her with water before lunging towards her. This was actually really nice and vastly different to anything he experienced before becoming an escort. His hands come to close around her waist to pull her close once more. “Where are you trying to go?”

[dylanxsong]

israelskelton​:

Setting the empty cup aside, Israel settled against the wall. He didn’t expect Dylan to understand or even absorb most of what he said. If he did, well, the wolf would be impressed. The simple utterance made Israel laugh. He expected that much. “Zat’s only vat I rememper from ein confferzazion.” Israel laughed, musing his hair. It had been hard to wrap his head around as well. If it hadn’t been for his half-brother talking to him in a locked room, well, he probably would’ve cast it off as a joke and left. As far as his lack of rights, well, it wasn’t worth talking about.

“Ja, vu could call zem mein younger ziplings. Put, zey vould’fe peen zent to zeir deaths rekardless. Faulty brotucts aren’t zellaple.” He frowns, tilting his head at the outburst. “Is it?” Israel asked, genuinely not understanding, as he has now seen more impressive things. But, then again, to Dylan this wasn’t exactly normal. None of this was, to a human, at least. At the mention of Tesla he faltered, his expression turning conflicted. “Do I?” He asked vaguely, giving Dylan a look that said ‘what do you think?’. “Ve aren’t reladed if vu’re vontering. Sche’s Ruzian, I’m Danisch. Und I’m bretty zure Tesla couldn’t effen kill ein fruit fly.”

“Sounds crazy to me...” The way Israel spoke of his siblings being faulty byproducts had Dylan making a face. They were still alive and certainly they had a right to live even if they were ‘faulty’. Then again, they lived in a city like Covaire where anything went and they were also both prisoners, which meant even less rights than most. Dylan sighed and reached a hand out to place it on Israel’s shoulder. 

“You certainly don’t look anything alike,” the wolf said with a small smile. “And no, she couldn’t.” Tesla’s innocence was what made Dylan want to protect her whenever he saw her, especially because she lived in a place like the Chateau. “I have to say that you really don’t act like you’re seventeen...” Dylan commented. “Though living in this place probably has something to do with that, huh?”

[dylanxsong]

hotshotxtheus​:

“If you want to. But you don’t have to, although, I’ll never say no to being spoiled.” The only reason he’d say no, is because he doesn’t want Dylan to spend money on him at first—— he knows how difficult it is for new escorts. Although, something comes to mind. “I’ll make a deal with you——— if you become an escort, I’ll contact my old customers who are really into fucking escorts only, and refer the ones I know will be a good match for you.” Theus is a bitch— a proud one at that, but when he likes you, he shows it quite bluntly.

“The apartment is just pure luck— this block is known for offering more affordable apartments, that you can rent, or purchase. I just visited, and when I saw the décor, it was a done deal— pink, and cacti - a way straight to my heart.” He explains about the place, which he’s totally going to buy, unless he decides to travel again. “Although, if you mean me becoming a civilian. That’s a longer story. When I really want something, I make it happen. I always try to live in the moment, but also visualise ahead, and where I’m going. Money, willpower, and knowing the right people. Always be close to someone with a really good reputation with the Dominion— it helps a lot. If you can do something selfless for the city, that helps too, but it’s not my style.” Theus laughs.

“It’s not going to be a fancy meal, alright? So don’t get your hopes up,” Dylan chuckled as he moved further into the apartment. “Oh man, really? You’ll really do that for me? You’re too kind, Theus... Really.” Theus’ contacts would be a great help to boost his own clientele. How could he say no to that? 

“Very impressive,” the wolf laughed, though what the other man said was not lost on him. “Thank you for the 101.” The elysian’s outlook on life was so different to Dylan’s and it was something the prisoner admired about him. Before turning into a wolf, Dylan had never entertained the idea of reaching for more in his life. “I was actually going to ask someone, so wish me luck, yeah? Fingers crossed he’ll vouch for me.” 

[dylanxsong]

arlcnchevalier​:

Arlon made his way to Le Bordel in the very outfit Dylan had first seen him trying on. Couldn’t hurt, it had made the boy climb in the car with him. Still, he carried along with him two bottles of his personally made wine. One white and one red. Once he entered, his eyes scanned the room bright and ready before he saw him and gave a real smile. Making his way over, he hummed. “Someone had some really good behavior to earn a get out of jail free card.” He teased. “I appreciate the invitation. But how to spend your new earned freedom…. any requests or ideas, handsome?”

Arlon’s familiar figure could not be missed when Dylan saw the vampire enter Le Bordel. He was as handsome as always and the man had even thought to bring gifts. How thoughtful. The wolf went up to him, a pleased smile on his face as he leaned in to give Arlon greeting kisses on the cheek. “Yes, I’ve been very good,” he chuckled. “Hello, Arlon. I’m glad you accepted my invite.” He had moved into his own room at Le Bordel which he was very proud of. “Shall I show you my room first? And then I think we’re going to have to go through the wine you’ve brought me to celebrate. It’s only fair.” 

[dylanxsong]

oceanerowen​:

Océane laughs, diving fully into the water, submerging herself entirely and for a split second everything is quiet. She wouldn’t mind diving deeper, wouldn’t mind diving until she couldn’t bear it anymore, but she had company now and she didn’t invite him into the ocean just to leave him alone. “Oh you have no idea.” she laughs, slicking her hair back once she has surfaced again. “I do love water, the ocean, diving—-” she likes drowning other’s too, but that’s unnecessary information and nothing he needs to know, considering she had no intention to do any of the sort with him. A grin tugs on her lips and she splashes him. “Don’t you?” 

The chthonic swims towards him, “Don’t worry dear.” she hums, “If you spend your time with me, I will make it worth your while.” they had fun the last time, and thee is no doubt in her mind that they would have fun this time around too, she’d be a fool not to ensure a repeat by choosing not to pay him. “But first—-” she places her hands on his shoulders “We swim.” she ducks him under water, only momentarily, only so he too is fully submerged, then she lets go. 

“Can’t say that I’ve been to the beach very often,” Dylan confessed because he had not been afforded many luxuries as a prisoner and random trips to the beach was definitely one of those luxuries. The number of times he went swimming into the ocean could probably be counted on one hand and such a vast body of water was equal parts amazing and terrifying. 

When Océane moved towards him and their bodies were pressed closer, Dylan’s eyebrows rose slightly as his lips quirked into a smile. “Well, then. There will be no complaints from me,” he grinned just before his face changed as the woman dunked him into the water. His arms flailed as he was held under for a moment before he felt her hands let go. Two could play at this game and Dylan knew that his client would not mind a little playfulness. His hand darted out underwater to grab at her leg and he proceeded to pull her under with him as well.

[dylanxsong]

gabelundell​:

A free freedom

The elysian lifts the shorter man into his arms and hugs him back. He chuckles and kisses his cheek as he releases him. “I know you won’t. Now, we have a lot to do today. Grocery, clothes and settling you down in your studio at Le Bordel. I can explain what is already paid for. Though,  it’s all written in the pile of paper in the envelop.” He knows the wolf well enough to know he’s not going to do anything to get in trouble. “I’m sorry it took so long. I had an emergency recently and had to leave for three weeks. But I made sure to fast-forward things when I got back.” He’s not going to go into details, but there are less chance of him leaving now. “Would you like some blood for your neck and clear out any trace of wolfsbane?” He offers with a soft smile.

“There’s really no need to apologise,” Dylan said quickly. He trusted Gabe to come through for him and he would have waited however long it took. “What matters is that you’re here now,” he grinned and waved the very important papers between them. Dylan was overjoyed, a feeling had not felt in a very long time. He looked around where they were standing and the idea of drinking some of the elysian’s blood right there seemed strange, but he needed to erase any trace of the Chateau from him, so he nodded. 

“Yes, please... Then we can get to groceries and all that. And you can tell me about your emergency... If you want to.”