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The soldier’s eyes widen. He takes off to inform his commander.
“Alright. That will keep them busy trying to verify. Let’s stow away now.”
10
Tarni
We creep into some crates and are loaded into the belly of a ship without issue. Curled up in darkness, this feels exciting and quite romantic. I feel the hardness of him rising against me as he wraps his arms around me.
“Is this as hot to you as it is to me?” I whisper to Kail in the darkness.
He is much more cramped than I am, curled up inside the crate, but the throbbing of his cock against the curve of my ass tells me that the answer is yes.
Tight spaces make for human-alien Tetris as we work ourselves one bit at a time until my pants are down and his great big cock is at an angle where my cunt can take it. The motion is very restricted. I can barely move an inch or two back and forth on his cock, but that is all we need.
“Oh fuck… oh god…”
I am moaning more loudly than I should, being indiscreet and less than careful. There’s something about sex with Kail that makes me reckless.
We soon pay for that carelessness.
The side of the crate is suddenly opened, and we are subjected to the unimpressed stares of a Persinian captain and his heavily armed crew. They stand before us in coats of blue and gold, fins flattened against their heads, scaled hands firmly on an array of weapons.
The captain is clearly less than pleased to see us. He gurgles and puffs his fins and regards us with both sides of his beady-eyed head.
“Come out of there,” he commands.
I slide off Kail’s cock, glad for the cat skin skirt which means I do not have to fix myself up too much. Kail takes his time stowing his cock before emerging from the crate. His stature and general appearance causes great consternation among the crew.
“Who are you?”
“People who need passage,” I say. “People who need discreet passage, who can pay their way.” I reach into my bag slowly and show them my credit tokens. “We apologize for our unorthodox method of boarding, but as I said, discretion was important.”
A smart fellow would take some of the cards and welcome us aboard, but the captain is a stickler, and that means he has to make sure we know how bad we’ve been.
“The penalty for stowing away on a Persinian ship is…”
“Don’t say death. That’s going to trigger this guy,” I make a thumb jerky motion at Kail over my shoulder. “And when this guy gets triggered, it’s a whole thing.”
“Forced labor,” the captain says.
“Forced anything is not going to go down well.”
“Labor then,” the captain sighs.
“How about money? Say, a lot of money?”
“Money,” he agrees.
“See? Easy,” I smile broadly. “Do you have anywhere more comfortable to sleep? I’m absolutely exhausted.”
11
Tarni
I am exhausted. That was no lie. It feels so good to finally be away from danger, or at least the feeling of danger. The ship feels safe and warm, and the hammock we’ve been allocated fits me, if not Kail.
I am rocked to sleep by the gentle motion of the ship. Most ships don’t move constantly, but Persinian vessels contain great stores of water, and the movement of that water creates a Persinian wobble. It almost makes me feel as though I am at sea.
