We didn’t stop until we reached the docks.
There was a huge boat parked at the end of the wharf. It had sleek sails and was smoothed at the stern and bow in a way which told me it would be fast.
Sebastian dropped to his belly for me to climb off him, then he rose. Straightening into the form of a man. His clothes folding around his shoulders and hips to drape around him.
Walking behind him, I glimpsed a brief view of tight buttocks before the black fabric of his pants had gripped them and fallen over a powerful length of leg. As we stepped onto the wharf, he swept up a Captain’s hat from hanging over a post. Flopping it onto his head in a way that made the single white feather there, bob.
Mardichi had stopped at the end of the wharf and was looking at us. Seeming a bit unsure.
So
