The Lycan Paladin

I am finally back after a busy period & i would love to get some fantasy plots started with smut ideally looking for werewolves but humans & vampires welcome. 

i am looking to write Asteria- i would like a quest theme with smut, maybe your a Merc that Asteria hires to help get her into the city & kill her ex-empoylee... even though it a member of the royal family- willing to pay well/ maybe your character has an axe to grind with him personally. of course travelling together they will learn about each other & maybe one night things get too personal. i am completly open to cnc-dubcon or even fully noncon. i do enjoy things like knotting & breeding too

i am looking for 3rd person paragraph or more replies 

Asteria bio is below & more art of her

but i am up for discussing 

Born under a stormy sky in the shadowed forests of Valerium, Asteria Vasiliou’s early life was a tapestry woven with duty and destiny. She was not born a werewolf, but made one. Her lineage traces back to a long-forgotten pack, a lineage that was believed to have been wiped out centuries ago. Asteria, however, was unknowingly a descendant, her werewolf blood dormant until a brutal ritual, meant to imbue her with enhanced strength to serve the Crown.

Her upbringing was rigorous and demanding. From a young age, she displayed an innate sense of justice and an unwavering loyalty, qualities that caught the eye of the Royal Paladins. They saw in her the perfect candidate to uphold the honor and protection of the King and his realm of Valerium. She was trained in the arts of war, swordsmanship, archery, and the subtle manipulation of her nascent lycanthropic abilities, which manifested during her late adolescence. The transformation was painful, a raw ripping apart of her human form and the emergence of something primal and powerful. But she embraced it, seeing it as a gift that would allow her to serve her kingdom with even greater ferocity.

Asteria rose through the ranks of the Paladins, her name becoming synonymous with courage and unwavering dedication. She was a shield for the King, a terror to his enemies. Her fur, a striking and rare shade of iridescent blue, akin to the plumage of a Meral Assuie, shimmered even in the dimmest light, a visible testament to her unique nature. Her hair, a cascade of brown that bled into stark white from the temples upwards, framed a face bisected by heterochromia: one eye a piercing sapphire blue, the other a deep, earthy green, each reflecting a different facet of her soul.

Her oath to the King was absolute. She stood by him through countless battles, protected him from assassins, and even quelled internal rebellions. She believed in the King, in his vision for Valerium, and in the sanctity of his rule. Her werewolf nature, while a secret kept from most, was a suppressed part of her, a wildness she kept caged for the sake of decorum and duty.

The betrayal, when it came, was a venomous strike from the shadows. It was during a diplomatic envoy to a neighboring kingdom, a mission where Asteria served as the King’s most trusted bodyguard. The details are a blur of smoke, screams, and the glint of treacherous steel. The King, it turned out, was not the benevolent ruler she believed him to be. He had orchestrated the "attack," using it as a pretext to eliminate political rivals and, more damningly, to use Asteria as a scapegoat. Framing her for the massacre, he proclaimed her a monstrous aberration, a danger to the realm, and ordered her immediate execution or exile.

Cast out, branded a traitor, and left for dead, Asteria’s oath, once her guiding star, shattered like glass. The sting of the King’s decree, the absolute disregard for her years of loyal service, and the visceral understanding of his deception fueled a transformation far more profound than any lunar cycle. The raw power of her werewolf blood, no longer tethered to a broken oath of loyalty, surged with a fury that threatened to consume her.

Her transformation became a symbol of her broken vows and her burning desire for retribution. When she shifted, her blue fur seemed to deepen in hue, radiating an almost predatory glow. Her human form remained unchanged in its striking features, but her movements gained a fluid, animalistic grace, her senses sharpened to an almost unbearable acuity. The regret and pain of her past were now the fuel for a relentless pursuit of vengeance.

“I stood by you, MY King,” she hissed into the wind, her voice a guttural growl, “I bled for you. And you cast me out like a rabid dog. You will pay for this. And when I return, hell will be coming with me.”

This vow ignited a new purpose within Asteria. She became a creature of the night, a hunter not of prey, but of justice, or at least, her own brand of it.

The tattoo on her womb is a clandestine mark, a secret whispered to the flesh. It is a symbol of the untamed, the fertile, the primal power that courses through her veins. It represents the life-giving, milk-producing aspect of her femininity, a potentreminder of her connection to nature and her animalistic heritage, a heritage she no longer suppresses, but embraces as the source of her strength and resilience. This symbol, unseen by most, is a private assertion of her identity and her enduring capacity for life, even in the face of death and betrayal.

Despite her animosity towards vampires, a natural enmity born of ancient lore and territorial disputes, Asteria finds herself developing a strange fascination with them. Perhaps it's the shared experience of immortality and being an "outsider" in the mortal world, or maybe it's the allure of their ancient power and complex societies. She studies their habits, their lore, and their weaknesses, not out of a desire for alliance, but out of a strategic curiosity, always seeking an edge, always preparing for the eventual confrontation that their paths are bound to cross, especially as she delves deeper into the shadowy underbelly of Valerium, seeking the King and those who aided in her downfall. Her life is now a relentless pursuit of vengeance, a dance with the shadows, and a constant struggle to reconcile the paladin she once was with the immortal, vengeful werewolf she has become.