Stroke his cock, "I know how important to me you are"

It's an easy decision. He can't keep his eyes off you, he is practically leading against your chest and he is a seniors member of the crew. You need him in the palm of your hand.

Literally.

Letting your grin become something more playful you reach down with a open hand and stroke the front of his breaches.

"I get it," you admit, promise dropping off each word, "I'm fucked without you and your supplies."

You can feel the anthro's cock grow as it comes to life under your fingers. True two form for his race, this quartermaster is fucking enormous.

Now you're more than a little curious. A look at that cock is now absolutely necessary or you'll be wondering about it all day. The to heat between your own legs is already beginning to grow.

Your other hand is free and you're more than dexterous enough to tug open the top of his trousers.

Pausing your stroking for just a second is enough to let the weatherworn fabric drop from the horse's waist and pool on the floor. The quartermaster's huge cock springs forward and you catch it as it slaps back into your palm.

Wow. This may take two hands. With fingers wrapped around the pole of flesh from below you let the soft fur of your hand slide back and forth the topside of the giant cock.

"Cum for me... And we'll have a deal. I'll protect your supplies. "