Is that [Michael Cimino] No, that’s [Fidel Herrera]. The [ 27 ] year old [Werewolf Alpha Cis Male] [CIS MALE] is a/an/the [Former Miner, now Escort]. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [ FLIRTATIOUS ] & [ CHEERFUL ], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [SELFISH] & [RECKLESS]. Their friends also say that they’re into [PRAISE, & BREEDING] but don’t even think about trying [GORE, WATERSPORTS, OR SCAT] with them. [Ian, 27, He/Him/They/Them, PST]
Name: Fidel Herrera
Nickname(s): Fido(On occasion), Pup(reserved for older Omegas/Alpha)
Age: 25
Date of Birth: October 31, 1995
Place of Birth: Neighboring Kingdom of the Royal City.
Race/ Ethnicity: Puerto Rican
Gender: Male
Secondary Gender: Alpha
Occupation: Escort
Pronouns: He/Him
FAMILY
Sire: Tomas Herrera (deceased)
Dame: Celia Herrera (deceased)
Siblings: none
Mate: none
Children: none
Pets: none
APPEARANCE
Height: 5′10
Weight: 160lbs
Build: Lean/ runner build
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Tattoos: Has a couple of paw prints on either side of his hips.
Piercings: none
Distinguishing Features: hefty cock, very sharp jawline.
WOLF FORM
Fur Color: Dark brown
Wolf Build: Short but bulky.
Moon Phase: Oak Moon.
PERSONALITY
Positive: Clever, Tenacious, Hard Working,
Negative: Jealousy-Prone, Isolated,
Pet Peeves: being interrupted from his latest flirting victim, being told what to do, being underestimated.
Anti-Kink: Gore, Scat, basically any bodily fluid that is not slick or cum, Watersports.
Safeword: Canary.
Dick Size: 9 Inches
BIO
Fidel is a werewolf who's had a difficult past before Willowshire. Growing up as a prince had it's perks, especially when the kingdom threw an orgy in celebration of presenting as an alpha at age 18. However, Fidel's luck would soon run out as a coup from a rival kingdom took over his homeland. He was taken as a pet for the rival's knights. Years had passed before he managed to escape and was taken in by Willowshire where he was welcomed with open arms. Fidel formed many bonds with the wolves there.
To Fidel, it would make sense for this to happen. His life was somewhat together when suddenly he was brought to another land filled with strange creatures and stranger humans. It had been a couple of years for Fidel and he feels a slight guilt growing in him that he's decided to drown out with pleasure. Working as an escort, Fidel attempts to find his footing in New Haven.
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The first thing JD thinks upon hearing his name- one of them, anyway- is something along the lines of maybe this was a mistake. Those are easy thoughts, anxious thoughts. This wasn’t a good idea, I didn’t think this through, is needing an outlet to yap with really grounds for exchanging money- the whirlwind breezes through his mind in a matter of seconds, a storm that ends before it can even truly begin. Left in its wake is something a bit easier to contend with; his lips curve into a small but easy smile as he fixates on the lollipop.
“Guilty,” he says as he takes a step forward. He banishes his lighter to his pocket and raises a hand lazily in greeting. “Thanks for coming…” On such short notice is implied though he isn’t sure that it’s necessary. This had all happened very suddenly: the aching claw of loneliness, the need for immediate relief, taking a chance on an advertisement and reaching out, agonizing over his choice of words so it didn’t sound like he was begging for a little company.
Desperation isn’t a good look, not that he’s trying to impress anyone.
“So,” he continues, sweeping a hand through his hair and tucking it behind his ear, “you got many feelings about this festival? The dango’s good. I figured we could get some, if that suits you- my treat. Everything’s my treat, I mean, considering…”
Considering the circumstances. His gaze darts to the side as he sets his arms against his sides, fingers tracing the bulge of his wallet in his pocket. “Speaking of,” his voice drops as he switches course, “do we get squared off now or later? Is it an hourly rate sort of deal, or…?”
There was a usual cockiness to Fidel whenever the coyness was able to be heard from his client's voice. The uncertainty and anticipation bubbling to the surface. Standing besides the alpha witch, however, that particular brand of cockiness was absent. Moving in to New Haven had once felt like a dream come true for the werewolf, being able to live and let live. It seemed like the towns motto in some way - felt on some day more than others.
Now, however, Fidel felt a bit concerned for the alpha witch. Maybe it was the cracks in the dome causing doubt in his mind. The talk about his price made him feel a bit more anxious about taking on clients while inside New Haven. People in robes weren't the only thing lurking around that Fidel had to worry about ruining his fun. He decides to play it by ear with the guy. He didn't seem like terrible company to keep. It was a festival too, never a bad thing to keep company while celebrating.
"I wouldn't mind something to eat." Fidel smiles softly at the other alpha. He did find it funny, growing up a prince, it was usually him buying and obtaining things for other people. Landing here, circumstances allowed for roles to switch - something he was no stranger to. "Festivals a bit new to me, but I remember having a few celebrations like these in the past."
"We.. We can talk payment later." Fidel offers, "Not exactly planning on going anywhere with all that's happening outside, are ya?" He asks mischievously, "Let's just hang out for a sec. See if we connect first before we're jumping each other's bones." He winks at him.
These words fly through JD’s brain at speeds that are decidedly not chill, echoing like some kind of sick mantra. He flits almost begrudgingly around his room; he grabs clothes, inspects them, shrugs them on briefly before deciding he’s unsatisfied. An array of black t-shirts litter his floor and several pairs of pants are stranded amongst them. It’s a tragedy, really- because it shouldn’t be like this. He shouldn’t be feeling anything remotely akin to nervous; he should be lounging on the old couch, indulging in the pleasant thrum of energy that’s taken root at the base of his skull.
But that's the JD who lives in another world. In another town, even.
He’s due for a hit of caffeine by the time he emerges into the main living area. His attire is monochrome, perhaps bland- white distressed jeans and a black t-shirt with a black and white plaid shirt left open over it. He slips his hands in his pockets experimentally, more accustomed to wearing sweats than anything else. His lips curve in a self-satisfied smile before he procures his phone. He rests his hip against the arm of the couch as he scrolls idly through his messages, needing to parse a sea of garbage to find the thread he’s actually looking for.
A short exchange, one he’d initiated himself with one of the locals. He’d hardly introduced himself- call me JD is the best he could do amidst inquiring about an agreeable time to meet up and dropping his address.
His contact should be here soon, if he’s timely at all. If not, well- it’s not like Mik actually cares.
Much.
He pockets his phone and wallet before stepping out, more content to fidget with a lighter while leaning against the side of the building than to spend another second suffocating in his own apartment. The sun is low in the sky but night won’t truly fall for at least another hour or two. That’s enough time to hang out- or, enough time to hit the festival, surely?
Things had been different this time around. The dome cracking around them, the Stephen King comparison finally ceasing as the alpha werewolf could see the tears adorning the morning commutes and afternoon delights of the town. As decorative as it seemed to be now, Fidel still had a bit of a Y2K mentally regarding the potential fall of the dome and returned to accepting clients around town.
He donned on a white A-shirt, the A stands for alpha, along with a pair of wide legged pants. Fidel was given a location and a name. There was usually additional details during work like this; positions, preferences, payment. Of course many have their aspersions regarding what Fidel did around town. Though it would likely not be worth his time in explaining, not that the alpha would.
There was a hint of hesitation whether or not Fidel should pull out the stops with this client. He had the essentials on him; condom, morning after potion (It probably shouldn't make that much noise while walking.), and a heart shaped lollipop. He wouldn't really have need for them of course, given the nature of assignment provided by his client. He might have over done it with the sucker, but it was part of Fidel's usual arsenal. The alpha would admit to being a bit hungry, so perhaps bringing along the lollipop wouldn't have been a complete waste.
Unwrapping the heart shaped lollipop, Fidel popped it into his mouth as he scanned around the Beltane bon fire for his client.
"Feel free to interject whenever." Aldwin whispered against his ear as the binds which held the wolf's arms stretched above his head. His nails gently raked against his bare skin as he pressed his body into the curve of his backside. The thin silk garment kept them from being skin to skin. Fidel's only objective was to withhold from the need to touch. For Aldwin, it added a layer of stimulation. Warmth muted as the cold oil warmed on contact. He tended to those overworked muscles, knowing fatigue faintly escaped him once he'd return to his human shift. "Any points I should focus on?" He teased, taunting the man as he interlocks their ankles. His own widened stance opened Fidel's legs with his girth freely bounce between the voided space and the seat beneath them. His hand hovers just above his belly button as droplets of oil trickle down to his dick.
He grins against the man's neck as he nests his nose just at the small strip that descends into his collar. The man smelled delicious, and the slight tremor of sexual energy that surged beneath the surface tugged the witch closer to his body. His own hardening nipples masked by the robe. The small web he began to weave was very clear. He wanted to push the werewolf closer to an edge. The copper rings remained cold to the touch, constantly spinning around his fingers as the cast oil glides up. The opposite hand rolls down his body. Brass is used to contrast with heat, lengthening the muscles leading into his belly and into the soft tissue of his pelvis. Though fingers reached between his thighs, he ever-so-absents a feathering to the base of his shaft. They'd circle up his thighs and the contralateral motions switch, heat now rising and cold now falling. "Talk to me. Tell me what you need."
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Fidel pants heavily as the witch continued to pet the pup. He was sure his breathing alone was the loudest thing in the entire room. For an escort of his making, Fidel was certainly feeling like the client in this scenario. The young alpha tilts his head backwards as he feels the witch's breath against his ear. He knew Aldwin wasn't a vampire, but wouldn't fault him if the omega were to skin his teeth into Fidel's heated skin. Goosebumps raised at the sensation of Aldwin's nails gliding across him, the werewolf feeling his skin itch for them to dig deeper as each deep breath he took pushed his chest and torso closer to Aldwin's touch.
The pup, so used to the rough men and their (often quickly fulfilled) desires, struggled to keep composure as he felt his legs spread further and his dick getting covered in oil. Fidel gives a whine as he yearns for his cock to be covered with other liquids, warmer and thicker than the oil that shined off of his skin.
His cock twitches as he feels each of Aldwin's advances lower and lower on his body. Mentally cataloguing just how many stretches of skin was leaned back up against the omega. Mapping out how much of the werewolf's body was in the witch's control, being held over him or held open. The final mental tally pauses as Aldwin's hands begin to reach towards his crotch. A low groan escapes Fidel's mouth as they skip pass the werewolf's dick. His tongue licking along his mouth as he feels the head of his cock ache and swell with each hair's breadth the witch's hands got closer to the base of his free standing dick. The pup wanted to respond to his handler in earnest, but his larynx constrained much like the muscles that had begun grinding against Aldwin's lap. All Fidel manages to say through gasps is, "Fuck.... Me."
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Is that MICHAEL CIMINO? No, that’s FIDEL HERRERA. The 25 year old OAK MOON - WEREWOLF ALPHA MALE is a FORMER MINER, NOW ESCORT. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be FLIRTATIOUS & CHEERFUL, but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be SELFISH & WRECKLESS. Their friends also say that they’re into PRAISE & BREEDING but don’t even think about trying GORE, WATERSPORTS & SCAT with them.
Fidel is a werewolf who's had a difficult past before Willowshire. Growing up as a prince had its perks, especially when the kingdom threw an orgy in celebration of presenting as an alpha at age 18. However, Fidel's luck would soon run out as a coup from a rival kingdom took over his homeland. He was taken as a pet for the rival's knights. Years had passed before he managed to escape and was taken in by Willowshire where he was welcomed with open arms. Fidel formed many bonds with the wolves there.
To Fidel, it would make sense for this to happen. His life was somewhat together when suddenly he was brought to another land filled with strange creatures and stranger humans. It had been a couple of years for Fidel and he feels a slight guilt growing in him that he's decided to drown out with pleasure. Working as an escort, Fidel attempts to find his footing in New Haven.
23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?
"Who? Me?!"
"Jamás!"
"Kidding, of course I have! So I've on occasion sent a few feet pics, or as they're known in Willowshire, ankle pictures. Different time, same goal." Fidel chuckles, "Can you blame me? I'm pretty... Also pretty proud of my body. I lose count at how many times I forget to put a shirt on before leaving the house."
"I sometimes leave the house without my underwear too, but that's almost never an accident."
"Sexting is very interesting to me, seeing all the sweet talking we'd do face to face with others transcribed now. It reminds me of the poetry readings people would do in my home country, minus a couple of 'prithees' and 'thous'."
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"Truth is, I just love sex in general." Fidel winks at the lion, casually leaning against a door frame. Wherever he was answering this from, the pup was sure to give the lion a show. "It's kinda the only thing that hasn't changed in all this time. Well, you know, relative to a hundred years."
"Yes, there might be a few new health aspects to keep in mind now with this future medicine to consider. I didn't know having sex would kill someone back then. Good on this generation for figuring that out. All guys knew about sex back then is it felt great, eat chip, and have a drink at the tavern afterward. Most likely repeating the cycle from there after picking someone up."
"What was I saying again? Oh, right. I don't mind either. I love having my ankles being neighbors with my head and I also like having someone softly kissing me while I get gently fucked. I guess I more or less enjoy the substance, and no I don't mean in innuendo. I enjoy how much more there is to do with sex. Forget about sex positions beyond missionary, there's a mile high club!"
"And don't get me started on the new toys! Dear lords! I could barely wrap my head around cars, but wireless vibrators I can use with my phone!? Truly a masterful witch created these things and I'm forever thankful that I can now let my friends fuck with my hole while I shop for groceries. Although, the color is a bit jarring."
"Speaking of friends, I'd be happy to be your new friend. I think I have a couple ideas on how we can get close rather quickly."
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Fidel grunts as he struggled to wrap his arms around Matthew' hips. He wasn't sure how this initially started, they weren't drunk and Fidel wasn't bewitched- as far as he knew. It started out with Fidel tossing a kernel of popcorn to Matthew while watching movies in his room. Half expecting popcorn to be thrown back, Fidel was surprised to say the least when a pillow had managed to smack him against the face. Half an hour later, the two had been rough housing across Fidel's bedroom, the two covered in a sheen of sweat as they both each attempted to pin the other to the ground. His hand, although slippery, manages to grab onto his own wrist, bringing Matthew's hips close to his own. With the use of his legs, Fidel attempts to toss the witch across the other side of the living room. He only manages to roll the both of them towards the center, his bawling laughter making it difficult for the werewolf to exert himself. He expects the two have almost managed to let the laughter get to them. Fidel lays beside Matthew, his arms bringing the other closer to spoon. Fidel huffs out in laughter and exhaustion against Matthew's back, "Truce?"
Dunkan growls warningly, it's a deep growl but not inhuman. He clearly didn't like the teasing and would rather focus on the fucking right now but Fidel goes on and he rolls his eyes at his words, not like the alpha can see it. "My body is exceptional," he prides in letting the alpha do all the work right now and simply resting his upper body on the bed leaving his ass up for the alpha to fuck.
"Why? You plan to bottom for another?" He asks taking the chance to tease him back. "I thought alphas were too prideful for that," he goes in growling but with lust this time. "There are exercises for that sort of thing, of course, but I have a normal routine. My tightness is completely natural."
"Not to give you too much praise, but you men from the future..." The young alpha grunts as he begins to slow his thrusts into Dunkan's hole. Fidel drags his hand across Dunkan's ass, sensually tracing the other man's arc and back dimples with his thumbs. He gives Dunkan's ass a playful slap before continuing to fuck him hard and rough. "... your lot are certainly more hotter than most men from back home."
"I don't think I'm prideful at all." Fidel continues to fuck his hard alpha cock into the omega, his hips meeting Dunkan's with each thrust forward. Fidel moans loudly, Dunkan's ass surrounding his cock nicely with each thrust. The young alpha grabs at Dunkan's hips pulling him harder into each of Fidel's thrusts. "Just selfish."
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