[Matthew's POV]
When we got back to the inn, I asked Leona to teach me how to drive the carriage and properly take care of the horses.
She knew the basics, she had traveled to several places before, but she wasn't exactly a professional.
I think we'll eventually have to hire someone to take care of that part.
My real intention wasn't to learn those things. The idea was to make people believe I was of noble birth. If I were seen doing that kind of work, it could hurt my image.
What I really wanted was a chance to get closer to Leona.
The tactic was simple. During her explanations, I'd make eye contact, take every opportunity to touch her, and slowly steer the conversation in a more personal direction.
I don't need to explain it — you know the tricks.
And at the end of it all, I'd make sure to get dirty on purpose so I'd have a reason to take my shirt off in front of her.
But none of that was necessary.
As soon as we got to the stables, she attacked me. She pushed me into the hay and climbed on top of me.
By the time I understood what was happening, her tongue was already in my mouth.
She took off her own clothes and then tore off mine.
The golden light of the late afternoon came through the stable windows.
The horses' various sounds mixed with the noise from the busy street behind the building.
At some point, I could hear an inn employee getting dangerously close, but I didn't care.
That only made the experience more exciting.
Even the strong smell of the stable turned me on.
Leona's body was muscular but still feminine, rubbing against mine.
She had taken the initiative, but her body language told me she wanted to be dominated.
I grabbed her and guided her head where I wanted. The sensation of her mouth swallowing me was insane.
She wasn't as skilled at it as Lilian, but she had her own way of being good.
I wanted to stay there for hours.
But as thrilling as the risk of being caught was, actually being caught wouldn't be ideal.
We didn't have much time, someone could walk into that stable any moment.
When I was close, I flipped her onto her stomach in the hay.
Like Lilian, her tail twitched with arousal.
I grabbed her tail to position her hips properly. It was a risk, not every Beastfolk liked having their tails touched.
But my gamble paid off. She clearly liked the tug.
Now that she was in the perfect position, I got to work.
If we had time, I'd bury my face between her legs and stay there for as long as it took.
But I had to be quick, so I used only my fingers to prep her.
Her body writhed in response to my touch.
When that sacred nectar started dripping onto my hand, I knew she was ready.
Her hair was short, so I grabbed her by the neck and entered her in one motion.
She almost let out a scream that could've given us away — but I pressed her face into the hay to muffle it.
My thrusts were firm but slow.
If I went too hard, the sound of my hips slapping against her would draw attention.
She wanted to moan loudly, but I kept muffling her sounds, pressing her head down.
It didn't last long, but those few minutes we were connected were intense.
She climaxed soon after, letting out a cry so loud I had to cover her mouth.
I didn't finish with her. That wasn't the plan.
I pulled her up to her knees and had her take me in her mouth again.
After all that action — and with her tongue working me so eagerly — it didn't take long before I started to pour into her mouth.
[Ding!]
[Harem member acquisition criteria met. Would you like to add new member: Y/N?]
I added Leona to my harem immediately.
"I'll be waiting for you in my room. I'm not satisfied yet."
Somehow, I knew that was exactly the kind of attitude she expected from me.
I was a Gold Rank gigolo, after all.
I got dressed and went up to my room to wait for her, I was far from done after that quickie in the stable.
***
[Barn Boy's POV]
Damn, they didn't even give me time to let them know I was there.
The lioness just grabbed the guy and threw him into the hay. By the time I noticed, they were already… well, you know what they were doing.
That bastard. The guy already parades around with a perfect succubus by his side, and now a lioness too?
Talk about injustice.
The innkeeper had said he was just some broke gigolo, that he'd blown all his savings buying his own freedom but would soon be penniless, crawling back to the brothel with his tail between his legs.
Yet here he was, spending gold like he was the City Lord's son. Was that really the case?
When the guy left and the lioness was finishing getting dressed, I thought I was in the clear. I'd gotten a free show and hadn't even been caught.
But my luck didn't last long.
"Did you enjoy the show, boy?" The lioness was talking to me? "You think I didn't notice you there?"
She knew I was there the whole time? Why didn't she say anything? Was it some kind of fetish?
"If you go blabbing about what you saw here, I'll cut your head off."
I didn't want to find out if that threat was empty.
"Don't worry, ma'am. I'm no gossip, I don't go around spilling others' secrets."
"Good." That was all she said before turning to leave.
I don't know what possessed me, but I mustered the courage to keep the conversation going.
"That guy's gonna need someone to drive that carriage and tend to the horses, right?" I asked.
I held my breath. Why did I even ask that?
"Probably. You applying for the job?" the lioness replied.
"If there really is a spot, I'd be grateful if you put in a word for me."
I was terrified. What if she thought this was some kind of blackmail?
For some reason, I could already picture my head rolling away from my neck.
"How old are you? What's your name?" the lioness asked.
"Name's Tomas. I'm 19."
Normally, I never give my real age, but something told me she'd know if I lied.
"How does a scrawny twig like you pass for 19?"
I was used to that reaction, it happened every time.
"I'm part dwarf. My whole life, I've looked younger than I am."
At this age, hiding the truth was a matter of survival. There's no shortage of creeps with the weirdest fetishes.
If they found out I had the face of a 14-year-old but was actually a 19-year-old adult? Well, you can imagine the messed-up ideas they'd get.
"Alright, Tomas. I'll introduce you to Mr. Matthew."
With those words, the lioness walked off. Didn't even give me time to ask her name.
That night, I'd go to sleep dreaming of the spectacle I'd witnessed.
Little did I know that job would change my life forever.