I stepped into the dim corridor of the female wing, boots echoing softly on the cold stone. Torchlight jumped across the bars, throwing long shadows. My pulse was already up—not from nerves, but from the weight of what I was about to do.
First cell on the left. There she was.
A Minotaur woman. Towering even sitting down, bronze skin gleaming, those massive breasts barely held by torn rags, ass so heavy and round it spread across the narrow bench. Dark eyes snapped to me the instant I appeared at the bars. A slow, hungry smile curled her lips.
I stopped right in front of the door.
"Evening," I said, voice low. "Name's Inspector Ragnar. I'm the one responsible for… handling female prisoners who've been particularly bad."
Her breath caught audibly. She leaned forward, chains clinking.
"My name is Taria, and I've been *very* bad, Inspector," she purred, voice thick. "Come here."
I pulled the ring of keys from my belt and dangled them just outside the bars, letting them jingle softly.
"How about a little game instead?" I said. "You win, you get fucked properly *and* taste a moment of freedom. Lose… well, you still get fucked. Just harder."
Her eyes lit up like struck flint. She nodded fast. "Yes."
I slid the key in, turned it. The lock clicked. Door swung open with a low groan.
She stood slowly—2.5 meters of curved muscle and soft flesh. I stepped inside, kicked the door mostly shut behind me, then focused.
**Dick shapeshift.**
I unzipped, pulled myself out, already half-hard. Then I pushed the skill. It lengthened right there in front of her—thicker, heavier—until it reached a solid seventy centimeters, hanging low and proud, veins standing out.
Taria dropped straight to her knees. The shadow of my cock fell across her face and chest like a dark stripe. She stared up at it, lips parted.
She leaned in, dragged one long, slow lick from root to tip. Wet heat, rough tongue.
"It's… magnificent," she breathed.
The second her mouth opened wider to take the head I pulled back.
"Hold on," I said. "I haven't explained the game yet."
She tilted her head, confused and impatient. "Fuck games—I want *this* dick." She lunged forward again.
I sidestepped, letting her lips close on empty air. She huffed in frustration.
"You can suck it as much as you want," I told her, "*if* you win."
"Oh?" She licked her lips. "Explain."
"Simple. You run. Try to reach the first locked door at the end of the female wing—that's your finish line. I count to ten. If you make it, you win. Freedom for a minute, and you get to worship this however you like."
I pointed down the long corridor. "It's the opposite direction from the guard office. Four long turns. Ready?"
She grinned, already coiling like a spring. "Ready."
I turned my back to her, facing the open corridor.
"One… two… three…"
She exploded past me—huge body moving shockingly fast, leaving a gust of warm air and the faint scent of her arousal. Boobs and ass swaying wildly with each stride.
"Eight… nine… ten."
I triggered **Dick shapeshift** again. Pushed it further. One full meter now—hard as iron, jutting straight out.
Then I ran.
She was quick, but I was faster.
I could hear her breathing hard up ahead, huge tits slapping against her chest, ass cheeks clapping together with every step. She glanced back once—saw me closing, cock swinging like a club—and her eyes widened. Heartbeat thumped in my ears. I could practically feel how hard she was imagining getting caught.
She rounded the third turn.
Then she froze.
I kept accelerating. Why the hell did she stop?
Then I saw it—a patrol guard's lantern light bobbing far down the next wing.
Shit.
Idea hit me.
I didn't slow. Reached her in three strides, slapped one huge ass cheek so hard the sound cracked down the corridor, then lined up and shoved straight into her pussy from behind.
She moaned loud—half surprise, half bliss—body rocking forward.
She tried to speak. "There's a—ah!—guard—"
I didn't hear the rest. The heat, the grip, the sudden overwhelming squeeze around me drowned everything. I thrust hard, fast, burying as much of that meter as would fit. Her walls fluttered, slick and scalding.
Pleasure roared up my spine. I came fast—thick pulses flooding her, hips jerking against her ass. She shuddered, gasping.
When the first rush eased she panted, "Guard… still coming…"
Fuck. If chief Lila found out I was balls-deep in a prisoner she'd skin me.
New plan.
I pulled out, spun her, then pushed her down on all fours. Mounted her like a damn horse—chest against her back, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other guiding my slick cock to her ass.
I pressed. Slow at first. She hissed, then groaned long and low as the head popped past the ring.
"Run," I growled, slapping her ass again. "Back to your cell. Now."
She laughed—wild, breathless. "This is the craziest fuck I've ever had."
Then she *ran*.
Every stride drove me deeper into her ass, then pulled me almost out. Wet, filthy slides. Meat slapping—loud, obscene echoes bouncing off stone walls. Her huge tits swung under her, brushing the floor. My balls smacked her clit with every step.
She was moaning nonstop now—raw, broken sounds.
"Fuck—fuck—your cock—feels so huge—stretching my ass—oh gods—"
I gripped her hips tighter, riding her hard. Each clap of skin sent jolts through me.
We burst back into her cell. She collapsed forward onto the thin mattress, ass up. I followed her down, still buried, and slammed deep one last time.
I came again—harder this time—flooding her ass while she whimpered and trembled under me.
I pulled out slowly, gave her ass one final slap. We both froze, listening.
The patrol's footsteps faded. Gone.
We stayed like that a minute, breathing rough.
Then I eased her around to face me.
I kissed her slow, tasting sweat and heat.
"How did a woman like you end up locked in here?" I asked against her lips.
She gave a tired, crooked smile.
"Got caught stealing from the kobold tribe. They didn't like me taking their shiny stuff. Dragged me here. Been rotting ever since."
I brushed a strand of dark hair off her face.
"Not anymore."
She laughed low, still catching her breath, legs still wrapped loosely around me.
"Good. Because I want more of that cock before we leave this cell."