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Danse collapsed by the stream, his breath ragged from running.
They wanted him dead. King Arthur Maxon and his knights of the round table, the organization Danse had pledged his life to wanted him dead.
Danse turned to the water next to him and stared at his reflection. He looked human enough for something that was not....
The Knight touched his nose before feeling the rest of his face. Just to make sure what was being shown was actually there and not some magical illusion.
After making sure he didn't have an extra mouth or a horn, he looked at what was left of his armour. When fleeing his fellow knights, he had to ditch some of his armour so he wouldn't be slowed down.
Things like the chest plate and the helmet were the first to go. The only thing that remained was one gauntlet and the silver boots.
As a Knight, you were advised not to over dress to avoid overheating yourself. Meaning he was dressed in a very thin cotton shirt. It made him feel pretty vulnerable, like a lost duckling waiting to be eaten.
Danse looks up to see the sun was close to setting. He needed to find shelter bef-
Suddenly Danse felt something sharp press against his neck. It must be some kind of dagger.
The point of the blade felt like a needle digging into his skin. Danse felt his heart plummet to his stomach as he is yanked to his feat.
"You're very pretty for a knight." A man breathes into the back of his nape.
Danse shivers before he was turned to face his attacker. "Hello Danse."
Danse was confused. He had been expecting one of his fellow knights not whoever this is.
His confusion must have been everdent on his face because the man just smirked and said. "Don't you recognise me? Sir Danse? Well can't exactly call yourself that anymore."
Ignoring the hurtful jab Danse asks. "Who are you?"
"I am the kings huntsman." The man said gently pressing his dagger against Danse's adam apple.
"The king has no need for huntsman he has his knights to do his work." Danse says.
"Not his dirty work." The huntsman says. "When a dragon needs slaying, or a magical item needs hording then he sends you people."
The man learns forward, admiring the man he had at knife point. He really was too handsome for his own good. Not like one of those pug nosed knights that make up the king's court. They look like they bashed their heads against walls for fun. Danse looked like the kind of kinght you would see in fairytales.
Or he would if he had the rest of his armour. Right now, he just looked like a sad puppy.
"But when one of his knights turns out to be a golem, he sends me to make sure that Knight can be discreetily taken care off." The hunter delights at the despair that consumes the former knights face.
Danse then steels himself. "Do it then. I'm an abomination that should be gotten rid off. For the sake of the kingdom."
"So noble of you, but that would be a waste." The hunter desides, grabbing Danse by the scruff of his collar, dragging him closer.
"Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna let you go." The huntsman whispered in his ear before pressing his nose against his neck. "You see, king Arthur wants your heart as proof of your death."
That's how you make and break golems. Cut out the heart of the victim, put it in a clay body and watch the clay become flesh. An exact copy. The original Danse is probably buried in some ditch somewhere.
To kill a golem, you have to remove the heart. The golem would then turn back into clay.
"I need to find something that can pass as a human heart." The man says, suddenly taking a deep sniff of the knight's neck, getting Danse's scent. "And once I've given him the heart he'll think your dead, meaning you'll be mine to do as I please."
The hunter let Danse pull away, his face is red as a ruby.
"You have until I return to forest to hide and if I find you." When I found you, the huntsman thinks to himself. "I will fuck and claim you."
For a moment Danse just stands there like a stunned rabbit. It made the huntsman's cock twitch. He smirked and turned to leave. "My name is Nate by the way."
He's only taken a few steps when Danse asks. "How do you attend to find me?"
"I've got a good nose." Nate responds.
Danse thinks about it for a moment, before coming to the realisation. "Your a werewolf!"
"Smart boy." Nate says before leaving.
The former knight just stood there for a moment. Not sure what he wanted to do with the information that been shoved into his hands. King Arthur who promised to banish all magical creatures from his land, was in cahoots with a werewolf.
And said werewolf wanted to rape him.....
Danse didn't fear death (continuing to live as a golem scared him more) but he knew killing himself wouldn't help much.
In his line of work he had fought plenty of werewolves, they had no problem defiling a body that was alive or dead.
It was disgusting to see and think about. And the victims, if they survive the encounter or they weren't dragged deep into the woods, are left shells of their former selves.
One lad no longer had control over his body when he was found, the wolf had to be slain to break the power the beast had over him. One girl who was covered in bite marks couldn't even remember her name once she was found.
And there wasn't much of Sir Danse left. He was just Danse now, and he would be damned if he let that get destroyed as well.
Danse ran in the opposite direction the huntsman went.
.....
Nate found a wild boar and gutted it for it's heart before presenting it to the king. The king didn't suspect a thing. He put the heart in a box before dismissing his huntsman.
Nate was almost giddy as he exited the castle via a secret tunnel that lead him back to the woods.
With the golems scent still in his nose he shedded his human skin and began to track him.
The Knight sent him on quite the chase. Nate followed that scent down winding roads, thorn bushes and down a fucking river. He really didn't want this.....oh well.
It was pitch black outside when he found Danse. Nate had tracked him to a raggedy old hut, scratch that, it was more of a shed than an actual place to live.
He paws the door open. A rusty lock was clinging to the door by a single nail. The shabby bed took up most of the inside, and most of the other furniture had been taken or looted.
Danse was fast asleep. Chest against the bed and head facing the door. Gently Nate climbed into the bed, pulling the Knight's pants down and exposing his bare ass to the world.
Nate feels his wolf cock go hard and poke Danse's ass. Nate mounts the unconscious knight, letting out a low, possessive growl as he takes what he wanted.
The hut is slowly filled with panting. A low, possessive growl rumbles from deep within the werewolf's chest as it shifts its weight, his cock diving deeper. Danse's sleeping face contorts, a soft, pained groan escaping his lips, but his eyes remain shut.
Nate's thrusts slowly quicken, a low possessive growl emanated from the wolf. Danse's insides squeezed around the wolf's cock, sluggishily he mumbles something.
The bed begins rocking as the huntsman reaches his climax. He learns forward, wolfish fangs inching closer to the man's neck.
Relentlessly he pounded into the man until Danse's eyes shot open. Two things followed the Knight awakening: Nate sank his fangs into his vulnerable flesh, claiming him, binding him to the huntsman. Danse cries out, his body convulses as the huntsman's seed fills his body.
Danse let's out a broken gasp as he realises what is happening. Before the shock wares off Nate shifts back into human form, his clothed human form.
He swiftly pulls rope from his pockets and ties Danse's wrists together. Realising what is happening Danse begins to struggle but it was to late.
Nate gets up from the bed, smirking as Danse writhed and cursed.
"RELEASE ME YOU FUCKING PERVERTIC FREAK." Danse said, along with a lot of other unknightly things.
The huntsman just hummed, he leaned forward and pressed his fingers against the bite mark. Blood trickled down Danse's shoulder as Nate implies pressure to the wound.
A wave of pain surged through Danse, it was like every nerve in his body had been teid into a knott, and suddenly that knott was being yanked. He moaned as a warmth began to spred through out his body.
"G- get off m- me." Danse groaned.
Was this feeling pleasure? Danse's mind immediately went into denial but his body.... his dick hardedned against the bed
"The bite is beginning to take effect." Nate grinned. "Let's try a command."
Danse felt his body respond to Nate's words. They were like a thousand soft kisses against his skin.
The huntsman grabs Danse by his far arm and flips him over, revealing his erect cock to the world
"Wha-" Danse tries to say something but only a gasp escaped his lips. The man's touch was like electric to his skin. He felt his face burning with heat.
He tried to ask again what was happening but another whining sound came out. Nate smiled smugly, understanding what Danse was attempting to say.
"It's a claiming bite." Nate says. "Your mine now, your body is just getting used to that fact."
He then said a command. "Kneel."
Danse felt his body try to pull itself upwards, the rope around his legs making it particularly hard.
Why am I listening to a fucking werewolf? Danse asks himself, and his body stops trying.
"Needs more time." Nate sighs looking at the wound, the flesh had somewhat knitted itself back together but still hadn't fully healed. Nate positions Danse in a kneeling position. "My apologies, this is my first time claiming someone."
"Fuck you." Danse snarled, his face a bright red.
"Promise." Nate chuckled to himself as he undid his pants and let his cock swing free.
To his horror, a new instinct in Danse made his mouth part. He quickly shut it.
"Open." The huntsman commanded, and despite Danses his best efforts, the muscles in his mouth turned to mush and his jaws fell open.
"No biting." Nates says as he slides his dick into the knight's open maw. A look of profound betrayal flashes across his face as his body obeys.
The huntsman thrusts begin gental, starting of a steady rhythm but they quickened at a alarming rate. Knocking Danses head back and fourth. A muffled, choking sound escaping his throat with every brutal impact.
Nate grabs a handful of his hair and shoves his head downwards. The huntsman cock shoots up and stabs Danse in the back of his throat.
His body convulses, a strangled, wet gurgle escaped him. Tears began to fall down his cheaks as cum dripped down his leg. He was enjoying this, and with that realisation the last bit of restance in him shatters.
Danse crumbles. His body goes limp, his fight completely draining away but his cries get loader.
The sound just the huntsman fuck him harder. With a final thrust Nate finishes, cum dripping down his victims throat. Once released Danse falls to the ground sobbing.
For a moment the huntsman stands over him admiring his work. His prey looks up at him rivers of tears running down his handsome face.
A broken sob escapes his lips.
"Please let me keep my name." He pleads. That one girl coming to mind. "My name is all I have left."
Danse has lost his Knighthood, his home and identity. And now he's lost control of his body, he had lost ownership of his body. The only thing that was still belonged to him was his name. The huntsman doesn't say anything for a moment, but the ends of his lips do curve upwards, just a little bit.
He unties Danses legs and turns towards the door. "Come along, Golem."
A fresh wave of shame and despair consumes Danse as he gets up and walks out of the hut. Obedientily following his new master into the woods.