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Beastkin!Assassin x Noblewoman!Reader

PART 1

warning: brief mentions of bulges, cocks, and sexual thoughts.

The assassin Beastkin was originally sent to act as your maid to kill you but has fallen head over heels for his sweet mistress.

And, honestly, he's kind of a huge perv for you alone.

Poison, beheading, stabbing, the method didn't matter. As long as you ended up dead, he would be paid a hefty sum that would set him up for the rest of his life.

What you did to deserve such a fate didn't matter to him at all. He had his share of bad experiences with noble ladies such as yourself and saw no need to look into what you did to make such enemies.

In his eyes, anyone that lived a life of luxury and didn’t care about those around them weren’t worthy of life anyways. He had seen far too many people starve to death in the streets. Nobles stepped over their withering corpses while sneering down at them, as if they weren’t even human.

Hazel was a beastkin, a magical being that could transform into a small, cat-like creature by will, or sometimes by mistake. It was supposed to be a defense mechanism, a way to escape or fight others in his species.

However, humans saw beastkins as either too dangerous to be kept alive, or for smaller breeds like Hazel, pets that could be flaunted about.

He hated being seen as nothing more than an unfeeling animal to most, and lived a secluded life away from civilization. The only time he left his home in the wilderness was to work, and this job would cover at least a year’s worth of his expenses.

Hazel was no stranger to taking on odd assassination requests. His feminine appearance and thin frame meant cross dressing often to fool his targets into letting their guard down.

So when he was told to go undercover as a maid to infiltrate your manor, he didn’t bat an eye.

“Welcome, you must be the new hire!”

A tall woman met him at the gate, her wiry grey hair tucked nearly into a bun. She peered down her nose at him before adjusting her glasses. In her hands was a scroll, and she scribbled something before she spoke.

“You’ll need a bath before you meet with the mistress. She insists that all the new servants be fed a meal and given a bath, and she meets each person individually for the interview.”

The woman sighed, looking up from the scroll to give him a tight smile. “I don’t always agree with my mistress, I think letting just anyone bathe inside her home is… unsavory.”

Hazel kept a polite smile on his face. He hadn’t been able to say a single word before he was ushered towards the servants quarters.

Thankfully he was permitted to bathe alone, given 15 minutes to clean himself and get dressed. Truthfully, it had been a few months since he last enjoyed a warm bath. The beastkin usually washed his body in cool streams during the summer, and now that it was winter, he had been focusing on staying dry and warm.

“Rich people truly do live in luxury,” he murmured, ignoring the various soaps laid out for his use. Instead, he scrubbed his body with water alone, not wanting to give off any scent while on this job.

Hazel had never worked a job where he met his target immediately. Usually he had to go months without making contact with them until he built up enough connections and trust wherever he was working.

It seemed the woman he was meant to kill hadn’t put enough safeguards up, perhaps she was naive or just plain stupid. It didn’t really matter either way.

‘Makes my job a whole lot easier,’ he thought to himself as he shook the water from his body.

While drying off, Hazel stood in front of the mirror. His tail twitched, and he moved his hand down his body, stopping just above his waist.

Hiding his bulge was always the hardest part when cross dressing. He was a well endowed beastkin, and had to hide it through multiple layers.

The bee hybrids are so jealous and general, but even more so because you have a very limited milk supply!!

Your poor hive watches in agony as your babies drink their fill, seething over the milk the babies waste by it dripping down their chins.

Having to feed so many baby bees means that your hive doesn’t get a chance to try your milk…

So when they find out that they can get you lactating with supplements… they’re eager to get you started on them immediately.

There’s a line leading out of your room within hours of the good news. Your tits are heavy, and you’re desperate for relief.

Two drones fight for your unattended tits, finally settling down and taking a nipple each.

You’re in a constant state of bliss, two guards in between your legs, taking turns devouring your cunt. Milk oozes down your chest, being licked up by other bee hybrids that sit on your bed.

It’s a frenzy of hungry bees that are eager for their turn. They squeeze your tits with reverence, enjoying how milk spurts from your sensitive nipples, none of it going to waste.

Puppy boys with a lactation kink are more common than you’d think.

When your tits are heavy and full of milk, of course he’s gonna get all hard and needy! His mate is producing milk and he’s drooling over it, pawing at your chest to try and get your bra off.

His fat, red cock twitches against your thigh as he latches on. You can see that fluffy tail swishing behind him, his hands holding onto your hips so he can fuck into you while he’s suckling.

He even makes the cutest pup noises, feeling content and taken care of by his mate!

He’s sitting on the couch, watching TV. His attention shifts to you as you saunter over. For a moment he’s still, as if you’re a cat and he’s trying not to scare you off.

You look at him for a moment before carefully climbing into his lap. His entire body stiffens and his arms shoot out, not knowing where to put his hands as you get comfy like this spot is all yours now.

Once you’re settled, slowly, he moves his hands from the space beside you to your hips. He almost groans as he squeezes the soft flesh there, his eyes fluttering shut as your bury your face into his neck.

Angel Devil stared at you with the eyes of a hungry beast as you walk out of the bathroom, completely nude.

He’s still in his suit, wearing gloves on his hands, just as you had requested of him.

“Angel, you wanna touch, don’t you?”

He nods, his eyes moving down your figure. He can smell your arousal from where he’s sitting on the bed, and it was driving him insane.

“Of course I do…”

You stood right in front of him, reaching out and guiding his hands along your bare sides. His eyes were focused on your cunt, unable to tear his gaze away from the way it began to drool when he pried your thighs apart.

He toyed with your clit, feeling it twitch beneath his fingers. Every little whimper and moan you let out only made his erection grow more painful.

His cock twitches, feeling confined in the condom you had him out on a few minutes prior. He’d give anything to feel your sweet cunt squeeze around his bare cock… besides your life. That’s the only thing he wasn’t willing to sacrifice.

So as you lowered yourself onto him, he groaned into your neck and guided your hips up and down, watching your tits bounce as he fucked into you.

The whole time, all he could think about was getting to cum inside of you, to watch his seed leak from you and know how deeply connected you were.

The ache was almost too much to bear… but he yelped when you suddenly yanked off the condom and guided him back into you, bouncing on his cock until he burst inside of you without any warning.

“N-no, you shouldn’t h-“

His vision blurred as he pulled out quickly, his eyes focused on your pretty pussy oozing his thick white cum…

And for a second, he didn’t feel guilt over taking a bit of your lifespan… and felt a strange pride well up in his chest.

His lover, claimed by him in the most intimate way possible. The ultimate act of love… creating life when usually he only took it away from those he cares for most.

You kissed his head, careful not to touch his skin. “… how much?”

“… two years. Was that worth it?”

You noticed the way his voice trembled, but didn’t answer him. He knew what you would say anyways.

‘It was worth every second.’

… maybe to you it was. But to Angel?

“… never again, okay? I… want to have you as long as possible.”

Angel’s gloved hands swiped away the cum leaking down one of your plump thighs, conflicted with sadness over your shortening lifespans and the satisfaction of claiming you in an almost animalistic way.

When you feel like you’re suffocating in your sleep, that’s because he’s curled up on top of you, head resting on your chest so he can listen to you breathe.

He’s ears are so sensitive to sound, so he even hear your heart thump faster when his fingers trail down your soft tummy to the waistband of your panties.

“Pink again, hmm? Wore these for me?” he coos, soft enough to not wake you, but loud enough for it to affect your dreams. That’s the thing about elves, their words hold power over humans.

A wet spot appears on your panties, and he’s delighted that your dreams are growing filthier by the second.

But no, he doesn’t touch you. Not yet, not until he can make sure you’re completely under his control.

“My angel… you can have this and so much more… you just have to give in and let me love you.”

He kisses your neck, right over your pulse point, his teeth grazing the sensitive area. By this point your breathing has grown heavy, your thighs twitching.

But, he simply presses down on that damp spot, his fingers circling your clit through your panties. “Precious little thing… you have no idea what I could do to you right now…”

You awake suddenly, heart racing and panties embarrassingly wet. For a moment you thought you could see something sitting on top of you… but there was nothing there in your dark room.

Your curtains rustled, flowing gently from the breeze your open window let in. You got up and closed it without a second thought. All that was on your mind was dealing with the head between your legs.

Aurelian stood across the street, his red eyes shimmering in the moonlight as he watched you pull back the curtains, shielding you from his view.

People can steal your art and put it on TikTok shop and there’s like… nothing you can do about it.

Like my arts being stolen by numerous shops and I can’t even properly report them.

Nothing gets taken down.

So these art thieves can make tons of money off of MY art while my Etsy gets permanently suspended and I’m forced to make a Shopify.

Please support the actual artist and look into what you’re buying on TikTok shop. 60% of the time the keychains, prints, and other items on there are stolen are and you’ll be getting a mediocre or broken version of the product.(this happened a few weeks ago)

Feel free to support my Shopify if you want because man I’m depressed.

They attempt to go check on you where you’ve been locked up in the basement, but you’re standing by the stairs in the dark, wide eyes bloodshot and nails digging into the wall.

Absolutely not, yandere slams the door and almost pisses their pants.

You kind of haunt the house. Yandere still loves you but you’ve somehow become more unhinged than them. Too many times they’ve tried to intimidate you but you’ve started growling like a rabid dog. How are they supposed to deal with that?

But now I have a Shopify… so yay?

Get 30% off most of my Shopify using code: OPENING

If you’d like to send me a present, you can message me pictures or art of Kurapika! Especially if you draw it yourself or if he’s telling me happy bday…(I love him)

If you’d like to send me cash you can send me a gift through Kofi(I will use this to go shopping Saturday to treat myself) or you can buy something from my Etsy :3

ABSOLUTELY!

He’s literally the clingiest guy ever once he warms up to you. Even before you’re together, he always ends up sitting next you, his thigh touching yours of his head resting on your shoulder.

When you’re together? God it gets so much worse.

In public he’s a bit shy, but he’s always got a hand on you. Whether it be holding onto your hips or waist or interlocking his fingers with yours, he’s always touching you.

When you’re alone, he’s practically glued to your side. Kurapika hugs you from behind while you’re cooking or doing the dishes constantly.

You’re reading a book on the couch? Okay, well he’s going you and pulling you close. You wanna take a bath? Well he’s joining you and washing your hair!

Kurapika doesn’t notice his clingy nature most of the time too, it just comes natural to him. He’ll be leaning on you, chin on your head and arms wrapped around your middle, then looked confused when Leorio calls him out for clinging to you like a needy cat.

He gets shy and a little distant when you bring it up, not wanting to bother you, so you never complain. After all, he’s warm and smells nice, so you don’t really mind in the first place.

God this guy is so snuggly. Getting to curl up with you in bed and read or watch a movie is such a small thing, but absolutely precious to him. He needs time with you, to know you’re there and still want to be near him.

When he wakes up from a nightmare, his hands reach out and grab at your clothes, violently yanking you towards him as he pants against your neck. You can feel warm tears pool down your shoulder, but you stay quiet and hold him close.

Only your touch and presence can calm him down and bring him back from that scene in Lukso… you’re here, alive, and you aren’t leaving him. No one’s taking you away from him…