The Maid or Assassin?
PATREON ONLY
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.
