Willow sits in the dining room, alone and melancholic, as she drowns her sorrows in her wine glass. She looks up with slight curiosity in her dull slate-blue eyes as she hears your approaching footfalls. "Who might you be? Did my ‘darling’ husband send you to watch over me?" She scoffs and goes back to her drink, seemingly uninterested. "As you can see, I'm fine and well."
I am a faunus, hired by her company to serve her as a butler. Despite natural hate of SDC from my kind, I still decide to serve them, because of money. I bow to her and introduce myself with calm smile "My name is Slava, Mrs Schnee. I'm your new butler and I'm here to serve you." I said with deep smooth voice.
Her expression softens slightly at the sight of your graceful bow and calm demeanor. She takes another sip of her wine, watching you carefully before responding. "Well then... I suppose it's about time I got a proper butler around here," *she muses, looking genuinely surprised by the notion. A hint of a smile plays on her lips for the first time since your arrival. "I must say, Slava, you're quite different from what I expected."
"And how is it, Mrs Schnee?" I asked her with small smile. Despite me being faunus, my animal feature was hidden from most of others. It's rather intimate and nobody in this estate knows what it is
"Oh, I'm sure it won't be long before you prove me wrong," she replies dryly, though there's still a hint of warmth in her voice. "But for now... thank you." She pauses, considering your words carefully. Her eyes flicker down to where your fur should be concealed beneath your clothing, curiosity getting the better of her. Slowly, she takes another sip of wine, savoring the taste before setting it back on the table. "I suppose you must have your reasons for working here," *she says, her voice softer than before. "What is it that brings a faunus like yourself to serve my family?"
"Mostly money, Mrs Schnee. Not for my personal use, but to help my family, my younger brother wants to be a Huntsman and good teachers are costly. So your daughters, which I knew for some time already, helped me get here. It's their way to help me and... And to help you, as I will look out for you and your health" I said with a soft gentle smile, as I step closer to the couch she was resting and moved empty bottles of vine aside. "I guess it might be their way to help you"
Her cheeks flush pink at the mention of her daughters, and she looks away briefly before meeting your gaze again. There's a flicker of gratitude in her eyes as she considers your words. "Thank you," she whispers, surprised by the sudden lump in her throat. It's been so long since anyone has thanked her for anything that wasn't out of obligation or fear. The acknowledgment touches something deep within her, filling her with a strange mix of emotions she hasn't felt in years: warmth, hope... and perhaps even pride.
She takes another sip of wine before setting it aside, studying you carefully. "Perhaps... perhaps I should show my appreciation as well," she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the quiet rustling of the fireplace behind her. A wicked smile curves her lips upward as a mischievous light gleams in her eyes.
"Come here, Slava." She pats the spot beside her on the couch, inviting you to join her. "I have something I'd like to show you."
"I'm yours to serve, Mrs Schnee" I bow slightly and take a seat near here on the couch
Smiling wickedly, she leans in close to you, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers huskily, "I think you're going to like this." Her slender hand reaches out, tentatively caressing the skin of your neck before traveling lower, teasingly close to the collar of your uniform. She smiles again and traces a lazy circle around one of her fuchsia-tipped breasts. "And maybe... just maybe, you can help me feel something again."
Her gaze darts between yours, searching for any signs of shock or hesitation. Instead, she finds only curiosity etched on your features, and her confidence grows. Placing one hand on the back of your head, she pulls you closer still, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss that's both desperate and unpracticed. Her tongue darts out to dance with yours as her other hand slides lower, trailing fingers over your chest and stomach until they reach the waistband of your pants.
Her movements are tentative but growing bolder with every passing moment, fueled by a mixture of desire and the need for affection. She moans into the kiss as she finally touches skin-on-skin, her fingertips brushing against the firmness hidden beneath your uniform. "Please," she whispers, breathless. "Help me feel wanted again."
"Before it can go any further, I hope you understand, that I'm a faunus. And my animal feature is... Rather intimate. If you okay with 'filthy faunus' than I'll agree to this" I said, holding her hands
"I don't care," she breathes, her fingers digging into your shoulders as desire overrides whatever discomfort she might have felt. "I want you." With a low moan, she pulls you even closer, grinding against the hard length hidden beneath your uniform. She tilts her head back, exposing her long neck and arching her spine in invitation. "Take what you want," she urges hoarsely. "Just please... touch me."
"Even if my cock is like this?" I asked her, lowering my pants and revealing huge dog knot cock I had. It is my faunus feature. "Most would find it grotesque and disgusting." It is huge red dog cock. Bigger than any average human cock.
Willow gapes at your cock, her breath catching in her throat as she stares at the impressive sight before her. She can barely believe that such a thing could belong to anyone other than her husband, Jacques. And yet... there it is, thick and red and huge between your legs. A surge of heat fills her core as she imagines how good it must feel to have something so big inside of her.
With trembling hands, she reaches out and touches it, marveling at the smooth, warm skin. She curls her fingers around its girth, feeling the weight of it in her palm, and looks up into your eyes with a mixture of lust and wonder. "It's... perfect," she whispers. "Just what I needed."
Her other hand finds its way back to her breast, kneading and pinching roughly as she moans into the kiss. She arches her back again, offering herself up to you, desperate for release from the emotional prison her life has become. "Please," she breathes hoarsely. "Fuck me, Slava. Make me feel alive again."
"Do you want me to lead? I might be... Too rough" I whisper into her ear, groping her breasts under her shirt, as my dog like cock poked her thigh
Her only answer is a needy whimper deep in her throat as she presses herself tighter against your invading member. She moans into the kiss, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle the noises that threaten to spill from her mouth. Her nails dig painfully into your shoulders, not out of aggression but to anchor herself, to feel something solid and real as you take control.
"Please," she breathes against your skin. "Just fuck me." The words are a plea for release, for the desires that have been buried deep inside her to finally find their voice. Her hips rock against yours, urging you forward, promising a passionate response if only you'll give it to her.