Heading back to the Inn where your boss, Dakota, should've arrived back from his errand. Dakota is large beast-man tiger. He has two long piercing fangs protruding from his mouth, razor sharp claws, and black stripes that litter his orange furred body. As you head back inside, you see him sitting there, he's bleeding with several cuts along his body.
You rush over to him, concerned. "Boss! What happened?!" You ask. "Nothin' kid... Just those bloody--" He stops himself mid-sentence, wondering if he should continue. "Never-mind..." He looks away, you feel he's not telling the truth. "Was it something to do with me?" You ask him. "No!" He says, raising his voice. "No..." He says again, lowering his volume. "Nothin' like that..." He lets out a sigh, he can tell you're not buying it. "Just those... Bloody racists from the other night, cornered me, bastards... I took care of 'em."
You walk over to him, placing a hand on his thigh, he looks surprised, as his large muscles tense for a second before relaxing. You pick up some gauze from the counter, and silently ask him to show you him arm. "I don't need any bloody gauze kid." He says, standing up. You lightly push him back down in the stool, which takes him by surprise. "A human like you pushing a beast like me..." He says, scoffing. "You really have some kind of death wish, don't you kid?"
You chuckle at his comment, but ignore it, as you give him a look of seriousness. "Aright, alright, since you have the balls to push me around, you can tend to my wounds..."
You begin to wrap gauze around him, going around the cut multiple times. "Agh, not so tight." Dakota says. "You're gonna cut my bloody arm off."
As you finish, he looks down at his arm. "Didn't need this much bandaging, really. But, thanks anyway, kid."
You stare down at floor, as he speaks. "What's wrong?" He asks, sounding slightly pissed. "What do you mean?" You ask him. "There's something you wanna say, so just say it."
You pause a moment more before speaking. "Why did you fight those guys for me?" You ask finally. "Look..." He begins. "You're my employee, and nobody puts their hands on my employee under my protection, without my express permission."
You blush, as you don't have control over your next actions. "What?" Dakota asks. "What's the look for--" You cut him off, kissing him passionately, you feel his soft fur around your mouth and legs as you sit on his lap. His long, dry tongue is met with slippery wet human tongue you're used to.
After a moment, he pulls away. "What the hell kid? What do you think you're--" You cut him off again, kissing him deeper a second time. There's less resistance as he begins to kiss you back. Your hands exploring his pecs and abs along his warm fur.
After a moment, you pull away, Dakota looking at you with a serious expression. "Listen kid, if you wanna play this game. There will be no going back, understand?" You pause, and reply only with a subtle nod. Dakota nods back in return, almost as if he's promising that to himself as well.
"Alright then..." Dakota says with a breath. "Fuck it." He goes back in, this time, not holding back.