Ship talk

You enter the kitchen to general friendly greetings. Tortik takes a seat, and before you can take one, Maive lifts you onto their lap and impales you on their cock.

"Therion," they say as they bounce you up and down, ignoring your pain and discomfort, "update?"

"On course. We'll make it to Helmion on time New solar sails are holding up better than expected, by the way."

"Expected by whom?" Krik asked. "I told you they'd hold up." They met Therion's eyes.

Therion's lip curled. "And on your advice, we bought them. Still, the projected durability -- "

"Is what you trust over my assessments? Well, no wonder the Kasteld trip was -- "

Therion snarls and leaps to their feet. Krik leaps clear over the table and wraps their jaws around the larger Chullian's neck, but before they can get a good grip, Therion throws Krik to the floor and leaps on top, jamming their cock inside Krik. Krik yelps and struggles as Therion pumps. The rest of the crew act like nothing unusual is happening.

"So if we don't need to replace the sails, what's that do to our budget, Kistel?" Maive asks.

"It saves us a chunk, but I think we should allocate one third of those savings to sail maintenance anyway. I do not want to be caught between planets relying on oxidation."

"Do what you need. Any other business?"

"Yes," Krik gasps between Therion's thrusts. "The Beast?"

Kistel and Maive exchange looks.

"Fuck, I hope not," Maive says. "Not while we've got Kyros' cargo on board. That could be awkward."

"Last I heard, the Beast was on Yornis," Amano says. "We shouldn't cross paths."

Everyone seems to relax.

"Alright, then," Maive says. "Let's all get to work."

Therion cums, and everyone except Krik shuffles out of the room. Krik opens their mouth; if you stay here, you'll probably spend the day hauling crates. You've got to pick someone better to follow out than Krik, quick! Maive and Tortik have already disappeared, but the others...