Sometime later.

It’s not long later that I wake from my nap. I’m still lying naked in the grass, head still in the pillowy comfort of the deer woman’s thighs. Slowly, I crack open my eyes, looking up at my lover above me and see a radiant smile on her face as she sees I am awake.

“Hi sweety, sleep well?” she asks softly. I nod in response, stretching as much as possible without dislodging my gorgeous hanger-on before I reply, “That was one of the best naps I’ve ever had. How long was I out?” she chuckles before replying, “Not long. Only half an hour or so?”

We sink into a comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company for a time. It's not too long until she goes back to running her fingers through my hair. Contentedly, I say, “If that’s what sex is like with a beastkin is like, I’m definitely in the right town." She looks at me, a little taken aback, and I realise that I spoke out loud. Quickly, I clarify, “I’m new in town, and we don’t have beastkin where I’m from, which from my point of view is a damn shame. They’re missing out.”

She raises a perfect eyebrow before replying, “No beastkin at all? I’d assumed you were a resident here. Humans can be a bit weird about other races, especially when it comes to sex.” “I can assure you; I have no such hang-ups.” “you’ve certainly proved that, wandering into a private garden then seducing the poor, innocent groundskeeper.” It's my turn to raise an eyebrow, before replying, “An innocent groundskeeper who was totally naked and practically ordered the poor, lost traveller to fuck her?”

She pouts prettily at me but can’t keep the expression up for long. “By the way, why did you wander into my garden?” I look up at her sheepishly, then reply, “Would you believe I was headed to the merchant district to find work but got slightly distracted?” She shoots me an amused look, so I reach up, idly thumbing her nipple as I add, “In my defence, it was a very nice distraction.” She rolls her eyes at me, but doesn’t stop me. She is smiling as she replies, “Flatterer.”

The smile shifts into a thoughtful expression as she says, “You said you were looking for work, right? Are you any good with plants?” “Why?” I ask, hopefully, “are you offering me a job?” “Sadly, there’s not enough work here to take on another person.” She sees my crestfallen expression, so she adds, “There’s a couple of independent alchemists I supply, a pair of rabbit-kin sisters, who were looking for someone to run the shop side of things, I could write you a letter of introduction if you like?”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I scramble to my knees and hug her fiercely to me, relieved that I probably wouldn’t have to sleep on the street. She squirms in my grip, giggling, her breasts squish up against my own, which quickly reminds me I am holding an extremely attractive woman. I let her go, blushing bright red. Her giggles turn into a full-on laugh as she realises the source of my discomfort, and I can see in her eyes that she is tempted to jump me again, but she decides against it.

She gets to her feet, looking down at me in my flustered state, then walks towards a wooden shed tucked away in the garden's corner. Over her shoulder, she says to me, “I’ll go write you that letter. Feel free to get dressed then wait for me, I won’t be long.” I take her advice, scrambling back into my scattered clothes.

I am just about dressed as the woman returns, handing me a sealed envelope. “Head over to third street in the merchant’s quarter and look for a shop called “The Alchemy Emporium”. Hand this letter over to either Sasha or Tasha Adams, tell them that Lottie sent you.” Her smile turns mischievous as she adds, “That’s the name of the poor, innocent groundskeeper you just ravished by the way.” I’m blushing furiously again as I say, “Oh, errm, yeah, sorry, my name’s Emily, nice you meet you?” The last part comes out as more of a question than a statement, and my blush only deeps further at the look Lottie gives me.

“Well, Emily, It’s been a pleasure, but I really should get back to tending the garden. Feel free to drop in for a visit the next time you are free.” Taking the lifeline, I smile and nod, before saying “I would very much like that.” she walks me to the gap in the hedge, and after another round of goodbyes (which included a hug and a kiss that stretched on for a considerable time and almost led to a round two then and there) I crawl through the gap, make my way out of the public garden, and back onto the street.