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“‘Was a deal, ma’am,” he dutifully answered looking up at you, unable to keep himself for smiling a tiny bit, “‘m sorry.”

He didn’t care if the entire parking lot of the pub watched him like this, it only turned him on. He licked his lips for a moment, taking in your frown and slight shaking. He loved you like this. A part of him almost wanted to act out just a bit more.

“Well it’s no help now, is it?” You muttered before rolling your eyes, turning around and waving at him, “go say bye to your friends, then.”

Fuck, if he hadn’t already married you, he would do it.

He watched you open the door to the car and slam it shut, which meant he didn’t have long before you would go. Simon wasn’t planning on wasting any time. He got up, gave the team a wave and dutifully crawled into the car on the passenger seat while you sat behind the wheel.

“Lemme fuck ya, luv,” he immediately offered, “in the back, please, show ya how sorry I am.”

“You’re drunk.” You merely answered.

“Half a pint.”

“No more?”

“Nope, swear it. Can call Cap to confirm it.” He knew you trusted his captain fully just like he did.

“Hmpf.”

He leaned over, kissing up your neck with a soft sigh.

“Missed ya.”

“I was just out grocery shopping.” You grumbled though you didn’t sound as mad as you did just a bit earlier.

“Yeah, but I got lonely.”

“Could have bloody called me, you twat, didn’t have to go to the fucking pub.”

"C'mon baby,” Simon crooned, biting the tip of your ear for a moment, “lemme show ya how much I missed ya.”

“… I’m not getting fucked in the backseat of our car, I’m angry.”

Mere moments later Simon was eating you out, after you drove into a darker spot of the parking lot. Your legs were swung over his shoulders, your back on the seats. Even though he had to curl up a little to not hit the ceiling, Simon didn’t complain one bit. How could he, when you were tugging on his short hair, forcing him to eat you out however you wanted? You were still a little mean, but Simon found it hot. The fact you had made him go onto his knees in the fucking parking lot, fuck.

He fucked you so hard the entire car shook with each thrust and he had to cover your mouth so you would alert the whole neighbourhood with your moans.

“My pretty girl,” he panted into your neck, as he covered your body with his own, grabbing onto the door handle to keep himself upright, fucking into you with his hard, sharp thrusts, “my mean, strict wife.”

Make you theirs. Then he would let the others have their turn, who would fight about it first, over the right while you were on his knot, and the winner would be the next to take that sweet pussy of yours.

Alas, so far it was nothing but a dream.

A lustful, intense dream that was slowly growing from a dream to a plan.

You, however? You seemed horrified every time you spotted them and your blatant attempts at avoiding them became rather cute, but a little annoying at the same time. You clearly did not feel like being courted by them, barely wanting to talk to them.

Not that they really cared, they were going to get you one way or another. The fact that you constantly attempted to run away didn’t really help either; it merely sparked their predatory need to hunt you, their little prey.

Little bunny, not knowing how lucky you would be to be a knight pack’s plaything. It would be an exhausting task, no doubt, having to deal with a werewolf pack, yet you were a bunny - those were easy to force into heat, were they not? John wasn’t sure, but he would find out whenever they got their claws on you and whether it was real or not, well, that didn’t really matter.

Ever since they returned, their attention had been on you. You were a delightful surprise to return home to after such a long journey and a rather tasty looking one. Those long, soft-looking ears of you, that he liked to tug since he made you squeak.

He was afraid they would have to go to Kate soon however, because loyal little you were clearly devoted to her and if he knew their Queen well, she was fond of you too.

But Queen Kate Laswell was fond of their pack behaving nicely as well.

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“Your Majesty?"

“Yes, my dear?”

You twisted your fingers together shyly, your ears downwards as you hesitated for a moment. The dear made your body warm. You were not only disturbing her in her writings, you were going to complain; you hated complaining to hear, you already had the most privileged life that you had ever dreamt of. Yet…

“I uhm. I wish not to complain, as you’ve done plenty for me already, but…” you looked down at your furry feet that barely peaked out from your dress, wondering how you were to explain that her beloved pack of knights were essentially harassing you.

“But?”

You looked at her again, her head tipped to the side. She was a beautiful woman, her elven ears long and pointy, small rings and diamonds hanging from them.

“The knights - ah, the one-four-one pack… they keep… bothering me.” There you said it. Your Queen looked at you like she didn’t understand which made you twist your fingers a bit more.

“Bothering you?” She repeated, clearly waiting for an explanation of what exactly you meant.

“They follow me, your majesty, they touch my ears - they do not stop when I request them to.”

Then your queen just smiled and something inside you broke.

“Ah, no worries, my maid,” she easily said, waving her hand in your direction, “they’re merely happy to be home. They just think you’re pretty.”

“I do not wish to be pursued by them.”

“Merely tell them so,” she sounded rather uninterested in it, clearly not believing it to be a proper issue, “now, would you be a dear and fetch me a cup of tea?”

“Certainly, your majesty.”

“So?” Beatrice asked, waiting a couple of steps away from the now closed door to the queen’s office, “what did she say?”

You swallowed hard, the two of you walking down the hallway before you finally answered, “she more or less dismissed me.”

Beatrice said nothing. You opened one of the discreet staff doors with the small long corridors where the different workers could move without bothering the royals or nobles.

“Did she just refuse to answer?” Beatrice whispered, the two of you easily able to hear each other due to being bunnies.

“No,” you replied, “she said that they were merely happy to be home - that I should just… tell them not to pursue me.”

“But you’ve done that,” Beatrice sounded conflicted, “have you not?”

“Many times,” you agreed as the two of you walked down the slim stairs, “too many. She requested for me to get tea for her, so I assume it’s a way of dismissing me.”

“Hm,” Beatrice stayed silent for a moment and you could hear her stomp her feet now and again as she thought, “maybe she is right. Maybe they’ll tire of this.”

“Hopefully soon,” you agreed, “it’s tiring to be afraid all the time.”

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“Your Majesty.”

“Sir John,” she greeted, sipping her cup of tea before nodding towards the armchair across her, eyes flickering to look over at the group of wolf-looking humanoids that followed him with wagging tails, who she greeted with a soft, “boys.”

The doors closed and John settled, the three other knights remaining in their wolf forms, much to Kate’s preference. It made speaking easier when there was only one knight to speak to.

Werewolves in their wolf forms weren’t particularly pretty beasts; that wasn’t a necessity when one was made to kill. Human bodies that looked like it didn’t quite fit together, furry lower bodies that somehow had too odd proportions to truly like the bottom of a wolf, yet fully covered in thick fur, with a long tail. A human face that had grown a muzzle, yet the eyes were still human, wolf ears instead of their human ones, fur sprouting along their backs, their spines pointy.

It was as if the arms of a werewolf didn’t quite fit either, too long for a normal human, too hairy, the finger having claws; it made running on all fours easier, Kate assumed. It was like someone had picked out bones from a human and a wolf skeleton and decided to mix them together.

The results were the weird walking beasts with big ears, odd shaped faces, a furry bizarre body and right now, wagging tails.

Kate didn’t quite understand the bonds of werewolves, the idea of the pack. Elves created families, groups, but not quite packs like the werewolves and certain hybrids did.

And it was due to one specific hybrid that she had called them.

The rest of the pack settled around Price’s feet, like giant monstrous dogs, waiting for their master to finish.

“You wanted to talk, your majesty?”

Kate leaned back in her armchair, crossing her legs.

“John,” they were alone now, just her and them, so she saw no reason for formalities. Instead she tipped her head to the side, watching him curiously, “how come you and your boys are bothering one of my handmaidens?”

If they wanted to deny, they could attempt, but by the way all the knights in Wolf forms raised their heads and wagged their tails, well they clearly already knew who she was talking about.

“We find her…” Kate could see how John considered what to say, all of the others looking up at him with their twisted faces, a few inhuman sounds leaving them until John finally decided on a word, “Interesting. Alluring, one might say.”

So it was true. Yes, Kate had seen the way they had looked at you, but she had thought nothing particularly of it. Her knights were known to be, well, unruly at times. Parties, whores, they were known for drinking and creating chaos, for chasing pretty folks and leaving them a moment later. It wasn’t until you had expressed your discomfort over their repeated attempts that Kate had eyed a possibility.

It was mean to you perhaps, to make these decisions without you weren’t particularly kind of her either. She liked you, you were one of the smarter ones. Loyal as a dog despite being a bunny.

You had seen her give back the empty poison vial to the hooded figure and had no doubt realised what you had seen was important; yet you had merely held a hand over your eyes and turned around, pretending not to see you.

A smart thing, worried when she found you the next day, yet you never tried to gain something by the knowledge of what actually happened to her late husband.

Kate however, didn’t like loose ends. Giving you to the knights would not only entertain them, but also keep you submissive - you couldn’t go telling truths if you were busy trying to survive her knights.

“I like my handmaids,” she calmly said, casually looking at her well kept nails for a moment, “they’re smart, loyal, pure. I don’t like them distracted, you all know that.”

“We do,” John confirmed, not sounding too happy, while odd sounding words of agreement left the others.

“But…” they all sat up straighter as Kate said the simple word, “if I was to let you play with and have this one…”

So many tails wagged, including John’s own, a pleased grin even growing on his face.

“Then you would have to behave more properly - no more drinking and whoring so greatly and loudly that the whole kingdom will know and gossip about it. No drunken kills that I will have to excuse,” Kate tipped her chin down a little, staring at John ,“because then I would let you take her. But if you’re unable to promise this, to keep this promise, I can easily take away my little handmaid.”

Words that she barely understood escaped several of the turned knights, but John clearly understood them, knowing what it was like to speak a language that your mouth and throat was not created for.

After a quick look at his pack and a few nods, he looked at Kate again, his grin almost hungry.

“When may we have her, your majesty?”

Kate huffed at their eagerness. It was like dangling a bone in front of starving dogs, knowing they would kill whoever they had to in order to get to the bone.

“Soon. You will make preparations in your quarters, but,” they all looked as she raised her finger in a warning,” but I will not — and I will not repeat this — have you scare half of the castle with your hunting instincts. If it must be a part of it, then go to the forest or something, and for the love of the gods; At least attempt to be civil and court her at first.”

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They were getting braver, all of the handmaidens unable to deny it at this point; they were walking down the hallways when you were, at this point not backing off even though you walked in a group. A few of the handmaidens even tried hissing at them, which had only resulted in laughter and playful growl back.

You mentioned it to Queen Kate once more yet she merely dismissed it for a the second time.

It was an unspoken rule that Kate disliked being asked about something three times. So you shut your mouth, trying to ignore them again.

Then the presents appeared.

Neatly wrapped outside the door to the maidens chamber, your name carefully written on each of them, always sitting there in the morning. First once a week, then several times a week - at this point it was every single day. As if that wasn’t enough, they were slowly getting worse.

One of the maidens who had grown up with a werewolf pack next door, was the one to finally explain after a week.

They were trying to court you. Which you supposed was better in stalking you, but they still did that.

The first few had been innocent enough, but when bones and eventual dead small animals appeared, carefully wrapped and with flowers and wine next to it.

The maiden explained they were getting more serious about it, making it as clear as possible that they weren’t messing around.

Dead mice, small birds - then a full on pheasant, feathers and all. You gave the mice and birds to some of the carnivorous maids and when the pheasant appeared, you took one good look at it and gave it to the cooks. There was a chance they ate it themselves that night and you liked that idea.

You weren’t even a carnivore hybrid, so you had no idea why they kept giving you meat. Sure it was more in their nature and they were probably used to being traditional. But it also proved that they didn’t care, not really- at least it seemed so at first.

Then it changed, after three weeks.

Vegetables. Expensive fruits. You wondered whose vegetable garden they had stolen, or if they had actually gone and bought them. You wouldn’t put it past you to do the first thing.

The other maids ate it. The one with the knowledge of werewolf culture pointed out that it was considered, well, quite rude since the handmaidens weren’t a proper pack. You didn’t really care, you had no empathy for them when it came to harassing you - in fact, you hoped they took it personally.

They creeped along the hallways, always waiting for a moment to catch you off guard. You made it a point to never walk alone, constantly staying near the other maids or staff members.

It was the end of week four when another present of expensive fruits and vegetables appeared when there was something completely off about it. They stank.

Of werewolves. A more musk scent than usual, stronger in a way you couldn’t explain.

One of the staff members who had happened to pass, a server if you weren’t wrong and a werewolf himself, took one sniff and one look at the present before looking you in the eyes and explaining that they had… he had blushed like crazy, almost unable to say the words out loud. Tail between his legs.

Finished upon them.

You had never thrown such expensive food items out in the trash that fast.

They had… had an orgasm upon them and you wanted to throw up at the mere thought.

Both the handmaiden and the server warned you. It was one of the last steps before the courting was considered in the final stages, even without you accepting.

You felt nauseous to the point you had to sit down, yet, at the same time, something tingled in your lower half. It had been over a decade since you last touched yourself and the feeling of being turned on like this was foreign. Uncomfortable. Especially because you really shouldn’t be, not with the white crusty spots upon perfectly colored apples, large grapes and thick carrots. The idea of them… touching themselves while standing in front of the present? It just sounded so… wrong.

Disgusting.

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You had taken to walk in the servant corridors more often, still with one of the other maidens near. But when you were specifically called late in the night? You had no choice but to go on your own, all the others already having changed into night gowns.

Without a real choice you grabbed a small lantern, the corridors never really lit at night, wearing your dress and robe, quickly thrown over your nightgown with the help of Beatrice and one of the other handmaidens.

Your soft paws barely made a sound along the floors of the narrow corridors, cold seeping up along it, spreading to your entire body. There was a sound of creaking floors above you now and again, other people moving around, but that was about it. You hummed as you walked while wondering what exactly it was that Queen Kate wanted from you at this later hour. There was probably a good reason, you told yourself, you just didn’t know it yet.

Then you could return to your bed and snuggle beneath the blankets, with a little bit of hay beneath your pillow for a nice smell.

It was halfway towards your Queen’s chambers when two pairs of yellow eyes shone in front of you, startling you. Fear shot through you as you looked at them, only the yellow eyes visible, their forms barely visible in the dark. You didn’t need to step forward to see the faces, because they almost instantly let you know who they were.

“Little maid,” Sir John crooned sweetly, a slightly mocking undertone to his voice, “out in the corridors so late, no? Dangerous for a little bunny like you.”

A dark chuckle came from the man behind him and you instantly knew it was the famous Ghost. Sometimes that dark chuckle of his haunted your dreams. The corridor was narrow in the first place and one of them barely fit, their shoulders too broad.

Your ears tipped down as fear rushed through you, not a word able to leave your mouth and you stumbled backwards - only to hit a chest, a small squeak leaving you. You turned around, the face of Sir Kyle and Sir Johnny lighting up from your small lantern. Their eyes also shone in the light, looking at you, the shadows on their faces only making them look scarier.

“Aw, dinnae be scared, pet,” Johnny cooed, leaning down a little, his ears tipped towards you, “we just want tae talk.”

“I - I -“ your heart beat so fast it was almost painful in your chest and your head constantly turned between them, realising that the four men had cut off both ways of the narrow corridor, leaving you no room for you to escape, so you said the first thing that came to mind, “H-her Majesty is waiting for me.”

Kyle snorted behind you, as if he didn’t care; the lack of respect would usually make you angry, but you were too scared to care, your hand with the lantern shaking, almost making their yellow eyes appear and disappear in the dark.

“N’aaaw, our Queen is waiting for her,” Ghost said, his skull mask barely visible, “such a proper handmaiden, sweet little bunny.”

“Not that sweet,” Kyle commented, your ears tipping towards him, “haven’t been nice to us despite our polite courting.”

“Ach, been sae mean to us, wee lass,” Johnny agreed, “and we were sae polite.”

You let out a little sound of disbelief; were they out of their minds, thinking they had been polite with you, when they had refused to back off and constantly harassed you?

“I’ll scream,” you warned, “I’ll scream for help…Please, please - leave.”

A giggle left Johnny and Kyle, the sound echoing through the hall.

“And what do you think that will help, little bunny?” John asked, stepping forward, closest to you of them all, “who do you think dares to step between the pack of one-four-one knights and their upcoming mate? Do you really think anyone would be able to stop us?”

You almost wanted to piss yourself from fear. The cold wasn’t the only thing that made you shake now, the fear almost made your feet feel numb, your mouth dry, your heart pounding.

“I’m not your mate.” You tried to sound brave, not looking away from the large werewolf in front of you, knowing that in a fight, you would never be able to win, yet you had to try, had to stand up for yourself.

“Yet,” Ghost offered darkly from behind John, the word making you tighten your grip around the handle of the lantern.

“I do not wish to—“

The hands slammed around your middle and over your mouth and you instinctively fought against them, screaming behind the large, warm and stinking palm of Johnny. Your legs immediately kicked and you tried biting the palm.

“Let’s go, boys,” John took the lantern from your hand before you dropped it and you watched him snuff out the light with his fingers, “we got a long night ahead of us.”

And you finally admit you’re their glory hole pet. Kyle sends a picture of you on your back, looking all fucked out and with his cum across your body, to the team with a happy text.

Guess who found our glory pet 🥰

Simon is not convinced at first even though you’re hot as fuck - such a sweet looking thing like you could definitely not be their playmate. But well, he sees your naked lower body and sees those three moles he got mesmerised and when he get you ass down, cheeks spread, well, he recognises your pretty asshole as well. He has fucked it enough times to know.

Johnny is almost like a feral puppy, having to be held back to not just attack you, he is obsessed with your chest and in particular your nipples, covers your face in cum twice as if to stake a claim.

John snoops around your place like a proper creep, getting as much knowledge as possible to know how to find your information later. He happily joins you all later and compared to the others, he doesn’t fuck you hard and intensely. No, he fucks you sweetly, almost as if making love, making you call him daddy in that fucked out void of yours. He promises to breed you while the others looks on, tells you how you have to meet their friend Nikolai, says they will all take care of you now.