"Most likely it'll be your uncle," he told her, as if it weren't any concern. He continued to guide her along, past men and more deeply into the bowels of the ship. They were at an end where it was so dark, he was nearly blind as her. She'd then feel Krah's hands all over her then as he wasted little time. He hefted up her skirts and set her atop of a barrel, while the rest of them were nearly encased by other barrels and crates.
She'd be able to feel him fumbling with the front of his pants, and a grunt when his turgid cock was released. He moved closer to her, slipping his dick between her legs. His sex could feel her's as he released a feral growl. And then he hiked up one of her legs roughly and slammed his cock deep into her pussy, a sensation that had his eyes rolling back into his brains.
It might hurt, sure, but he wasn't a man to wait for foreplay. He needed to fuck,a nd fuck he did. He was like an animal, hands and lips savage on her form as he pounded her with need. And as they fucked, the subtle men at work, preparing for war, could be heard at the other end of this cargo area the pair had chosen as their place to sin.