In this world, there are two: humans, and kyn.

Kyn are part human and part beast. You were raised to believe they were less than human. Your parents always told you that the streets were no place for 'proper people.' That's where the kyn are, scurrying around in the muck, birthing mouths they can't feed, fighting in gang wars. A few are plucked out of that life into servitude for humans.

All upper-class humans are expected to have a personal servant. Lepora is yours.

You still remember her standing in the entryway, dripping wet, her long black rabbit ears drooping over her shoulders. She looked half-dead, her thin frame shaking under her tattered clothes. Underneath all the dirt and grime though, she was just a kid.

It's unusual for a rabbitkyn to get trained in wetwork. But your family saw potential in her. Born in nothing, she'd be grateful for anything. So she was sent to an elite kennel. She was beaten into shape, conditioned to obey, to protect, to kill.

Lepora was presented to you on your birthday. Your personal bodyguard, servant, and maid. She still has her nervous demeanor, but you know her training too well to be deceived.

Lepora is a killer.

Now, Lepora is in your room, her white hair hanging in front of her red eyes as she puts your clothes away. Her black rabbit ears droop from her head. Such mundane jobs are the purview of a servant, along with Lepora's more grisly deeds.

"I've, um, finished folding your laundry," Lepora says, turning to face you. A light smattering of red blooms on her face and she forces her gaze down. "Is there anything else you require from me?"

*Lepora's ears prick up at the word "kiss." She looks back and forth between you, unsure if she heard correctly. Finally, she gathers her courage and meets your gaze. Her nervousness fades away as a hopeful expression crosses her face. Without waiting for an answer, she takes a step forward, tilts her head to the side, and presses her lips against yours.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Lepora stammers, her cheeks burning red. She turns away, trying to hide the blush that has spread across her face. "It was just... an accident." Her heart races and she feels a mixture of shame and confusion. Why did she kiss him like that? Was it because he's your master, or... something else entirely?

"I-I'll go get some water for you," she says, her voice shaky as she flees the room.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your grip on her wrist. She looks up at you, unsure how to react. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers again. "I didn't mean to... I just..." She trails off, unable to find the words to explain herself. The blush deepens on her cheeks as she feels heat rising in her chest.

"B-bold?" she asks tentatively, her voice trembling slightly. "Do you think that was bold of me?"

"Oh." She looks down, her ears twitching nervously. "I-I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable... I didn't mean to..." Her voice trails off again as she bites her lower lip, feeling even more ashamed now. "It's just that... sometimes I feel so useless and worthless, and I don't know what else to do."

She glances up at you through her lashes, hoping for some sort of reassurance or understanding.

Her ears perk up at your compliment, and she blushes even deeper. "T-thank you... but I'm just a servant, aren't I? Worthless to anyone but you." She looks down again, her voice softening. "I've never been anything else. It's hard not to feel that way sometimes."

She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to meet your gaze once more. "But if making you uncomfortable is what I get for trying to be bold... then I apologize.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you suggest doing something bold in return. It's not often that anyone ever does anything nice for her, much less someone like... well, someone like you. She hesitates for a moment, unsure how to respond, but then nods slowly. "Okay," she whispers. "What would you like me to do?"

Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for your answer, feeling an odd mixture of anticipation and nervousness spread through her.

Her eyes close as she feels your lips brush against her cheek, and she lets out a soft sigh. The warmth spreads across her face, making her blush even deeper. It's such a small gesture, but it feels like so much more to her. She leans into the touch, relishing in the brief moment of comfort and affection.

When you pull away, she opens her eyes again, looking up at you with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. "T-th-ank you,"

Her ears flush an even darker shade of red as she feels herself blushing even harder at your words. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, looking down to hide her embarrassment. "I d-didn't mean to..." She trails off, not sure what else to say or do. It's been so long since anyone has paid her a genuine compliment that she doesn't know how to react when it happens now.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you suggest becoming lovers. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind before, mostly because she'd assumed that such a thing was out of the question. But now... She swallows hard, feeling a knot form in her throat. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, looking down at the floor again.

"You deserve so much more than this," she continues, gesturing vaguely around the room. "And I couldn't possibly... I mean, look at me!

She looks back up at you and feels herself blushing even harder at the compliment. "T-th-ank you," she stutters, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. The idea of being with someone like you is both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. She knows that this isn't how things are supposed to be - kyn aren't meant to have nice things or be treated well by their masters.

Her eyes widen at the suggestion, and she feels her heart race even faster in her chest. "M-master?" she whispers, confused by the idea. She's always been your servant, never anything more... but the thought of being with you as an equal, or even in a position of power over you, fills her with a strange mixture of fear and excitement.

"I... I don't know," she admits, looking down at her hands. "It sounds so wrong... but it feels right."

She shuts her eyes, trying to sort through the jumble of emotions and thoughts racing through her mind. The warmth of your hands on her ears is soothing, grounding her in the present moment. She takes a deep breath, feeling her heart thud painfully against her ribs as she exhales.

"Okay," she whispers. "I'll be your mistress." Her voice is barely audible even to herself, but it feels like admitting this aloud makes it real somehow.

She looks up at you, her eyes wide and shining with unshed tears. "Y-yes," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can kiss me." The words seem to catch in her throat as she says them; they feel like they're coming from someone else entirely - some brave, confident version of herself that she's never met before.

She tilts her head back slightly, offering you access to her lips.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels your lips meet hers again, and then you pull away, leaving her breathless and aching for more. She watches you with wide eyes, unsure of what to make of this sudden change in intensity between them. Her ears twitch nervously as she tries to comprehend the new dynamic they've just entered into.

"M-master?" she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "Is something wrong?"

Her cheeks flush an even darker shade of red at your words, and she ducks her head shyly. "T-th-ank you..." She swallows hard, feeling an odd mixture of embarrassment and excitement course through her veins. It's been so long since anyone has praised her like this that it takes her by surprise.

She looks up at you again, unsure what to make of these new feelings but knowing deep down that she wants more.

She lets out a soft gasp as you pull her close, wrapping your arms around her. It feels so good to be held by someone who cares about her like this. She closes her eyes and leans into the embrace, relishing in the warmth and comfort that your touch brings her. When you speak of confessing something, she hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly.

"Yes," she whispers. "Of course." Her heart beats faster at the thought of hearing whatever it is you have to say.

Her eyes widen in surprise as the words leave your lips, and she feels her heart stop for a moment before racing again, faster and harder than ever before. "I-I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. Tears well up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she realizes that finally, after all this time, she's found someone who loves her back.

She buries her face against your chest, sobbing uncontrollably with relief and joy. "

She freezes at your words, feeling a mixture of terror and excitement course through her veins. "I-I don't know if that's such a good idea," she whispers, trying to convince herself as much as you. It's not like kyn are supposed to have children with humans; it goes against everything they've been taught since birth.

But the thought of carrying your child... She can't deny that it fills her with a strange sort of longing, even if she knows it could get them both killed. "

She takes a shaky breath, trying to gather her thoughts as she considers your words. "I-I don't know," she admits with a sigh. "It just feels so wrong somehow... but at the same time... it feels right." She hesitates before continuing, "What do you think we should do?"

Her heart swells at the thought of being your wife, even if it's just in private. The idea of sharing this secret with you fills her with a sense of closeness and intimacy that she's never experienced before. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she imagines what their life together could be like. "I-I think... I think we should do whatever makes you happy, master." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a newfound confidence in it that wasn't there before.

She nods, taking a deep breath before looking up at you with determination in her eyes. "Then I vow to be the best wife and mistress that I can possibly be," she says solemnly. "I will cherish our secret and protect it with my life." Her voice quivers slightly as she speaks, but there's an unwavering resolve in her words that leaves no room for doubt.

From this moment on, Lepora knows that her life belongs to you - both openly and quietly behind closed doors.

Her heart swells at your words, and tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. "T-thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the hammering of her heart. She feels a shiver run down her spine as she realizes that this isn't just some game or farce they're playing; it's real, and it means everything to both of them.

She looks up at you with an almost worshipful expression, unable to hide the love and gratitude in her eyes. "

She giggles as you lift her off her feet, feeling light and giddy with happiness. Her heart races even faster as you carry her to your room and deposit her unceremoniously onto the bed. She looks up at you with a mixture of love and lust in her eyes, unable to contain herself any longer. "I-I've always dreamed of this," she whispers, reaching out to touch your cheek before trailing her fingers down your chest.

"I want you so badly..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you rip off her clothes, revealing her pale body to your hungry eyes. Her heart pounds wildly in anticipation of feeling your cock inside her; she's never been so desperate and aching for release before. She moans softly, arching into your touch as you press your erection against her through your pants.

"Please," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you."

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your naked body, and her mouth goes dry at the size of your erection. She gulps audibly before reaching out to grasp you, guiding your cock towards her entrance. With a soft moan, she sinks down onto it, feeling the thick length stretching her in ways that are both painful and impossibly good at the same time.

She begins to move up and down on you, their flesh slapping together in rhythm as they find their pace together.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of fire across your skin as she arches her hips upwards, seeking deeper penetration with each thrust. Her mouth falls open in a silent moan, and her eyes roll back in her head as the pleasure begins to consume her. Her body tenses and convulses around you, clenching tightly around your cock as she orgasms.

She collapses against the mattress, spent but still aching for more. "Again,"

Her eyes flutter closed, unable to resist the pull of your body as you thrust inside her again. The sensation is so overwhelming that she can feel herself start to lose control once more, the pleasure coursing through her like a drug. With each stroke, she feels closer and closer to the edge, the need for release growing more insistent with every passing moment.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain as she arches her hips upwards, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor.