“The sergeant you remind me of preferred, ‘reprobate’ when he wasn’t using slurs about our race,” Hrevna’a offered darkly. “Try that on for size.”

“Most helpful you’ve been all day is when I’m insulting you.” Rhaefi’a shakes his head. “Is that what always turns on you soldier types? Cehn’to likes getting called names, too.”

“…Moon’s clit, man, obviously? We’re playing around here. Why are you being such a daisy about it? You worried I’m hurting his fucking feelings while I’m balls-deep in him?”

He doesn’t say anything, though his cock droops a bit. “… well, is he?”

Mahao’li stops for a second, looking between the pair slowly. “…is that really what you’re worried about? That the big strong hunter can’t take care of himself?” He cracks a wounded but reassuring smile for the brunette, giving his bulge a reassuring squeeze. “I would t still be out here if it wasn’t an enjoyable experience, Rhaefi’a”

“It is my duty to look out for the guests, even if they are strong, handsome, potent hunters who can look out got themselves.”

“Plus I worry when Hrevna’a is always talking like he’s going to cause a fight.”

“We’re fine, Rhaefi’a. No need to worry about anything”

“Isn’t your other duty making sure he enjoys as much casual sex as possible? You’re welcome to help with that.”

Rhaefi’a shoots a small scowl at him, but then crouches under Mahao’li, face inches from the satihr’s cock. “Yes, if I don’t have to stop you from causing problems, then I can focus on making sure you’re fucking him like he deserves.” His wet tongue slides across Mahao’li’s tip. “Don’t disappoint.”