Duck, Duck, Ishtar

I apologize for the brevity of this chapter.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  It’s just more Jill-torture. ^_^ I promise
I’ll get back to the larger-scale plot soon.

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The next day dawned clear and warm.
By noon the guards’ practice yard was hazy with the dry heat rising off the
stones. Jill awoke in a light sweat a while later from a very pleasant dream,
just as Krai was coming back from the baths.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were so
good at pitching a tent!” The older guard smirked as Jill sleepily blinked at
him in confusion. Suddenly, Jill sprang forward to shield his sheet-covered lap
with his arms, blushing furiously. Krai cracked up.

He threw his damp towel at Jill’s
head, covering it completely. “Heh
he. Don’t worry about it, kid. Everybody gets morning hard-class=SpellE>ons. Hell, I’m sure the Captain even gets class=SpellE>em!” He smirked some more. As Jill removed the towel from
his head and vision he realized it was the only thing Krai had been wearing. He
stared at the succulence before him as Krai hunted for a fresh shirt, before
burying his now beet red face over his growing problem.

            “What were
you dreaming about anyway, huh?” Krai glanced over at the ball of Jill, which
simply whimper-grunted in response, and chuckled. “You’re such a cute little
prude,” he laughed as he pulled on his breaches and ruffled the brunette’s
bed-tousled hair as he headed out of the muggy room.

            Jill’s face
rose toward the closing door, gazing longingly after his bunkmate. He wondered
if Krai would call him that if he had actually done what he’d been imagining as
the older guard had dressed. He sighed sadly and began to jack himself
off. 

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