"Taria," I said, keeping my voice low.
"Honestly, I'm the Herald."
Her eyes went wide. Really wide.
Her big brown cow-like eyes stared at me like she was seeing me for the first time.
Her tail flicked once, hard.
"You're... serious?" she whispered.
I nodded. "Dead serious.
And I got a plan.
A plan that sets you free... and lets you taste my dick whenever I want."
Her eyes sparkled instantly.
A hungry little grin pulled at her mouth.
"Sign me in," she said fast. "Right now. I'm yours."
I stepped closer.
"I'm going to propose something to Chief Lila tomorrow.
A programme. All the female prisoners get put under my guidance for reform."
"I make sure every woman here stays good.
Never naughty again.
You would be the first one out—under my watch, of course."
Taria nodded quick.
Then she dropped to her knees right there on the cold floor.
"Tell me more about it," she said, voice thick, "while I suck you."
She reached up, and wrapped her warm hand around my cock.
It was already half hard just from looking at her.
She leaned in and took me into her mouth slow at first, tongue sliding along the underside.
I put my hand on her head, patting gently between her horns.
"Tomorrow I'll talk to Lila.
If she says yes, I can take you out. You'll live under my surveillance. My rules."
She moaned around my dick and started sucking harder.
Her head bobbed faster.
Wet sounds filled the cell.
Her big tits pressed against my thighs every time she pushed forward.
I could feel her tongue swirling, her lips tight.
"Fuck, you're good at that," I muttered.
She pulled off just long enough to look up at me.
"Your cock is so thick... so perfect... I've never had one this good before."
Then she dove back down, taking me deep till her nose touched my stomach.
I held her head and fucked her mouth a little.
Not rough—just steady.
She groaned like she loved it.
Her hands grabbed my ass, pulling me in deeper.
I felt it building fast.
"Gonna cum," I warned.
She didn't pull away.
She sucked even harder, cheeks hollowing.
I groaned low and shot hard down her throat.
Pulse after pulse.
She swallowed everything, eyes closed, looking happy.
When I finished she licked me clean slow, like she didn't want to miss a drop.
I stepped back, tucked myself away, and locked her cell door.
"I'm going now," I told her.
"I'll talk to Lila first thing tomorrow."
Taria stayed on her knees, lips shiny, smiling up at me.
She waved with one hand.
"Come back sooner next time, Herald. Please."
I gave her a nod and left.
The night air felt cool outside the prison.
I walked straight to Sarah's house.
The windows glowed soft with candlelight.
I knocked once and pushed the door open.
Sarah was there in the kitchen, wearing nothing but that little naked apron—the strings tied behind her back, her ass completely bare.
She turned and smiled when she saw me.
"Olivia already left?" I asked.
'last time I remember her. It was when I gave her the exam blowjob.'
Sarah nodded. "She went back to her place an hour ago."
I felt a small stab of disappointment.
I was hoping to play with her a bit more tonight.
Oh well.
Then my eyes stayed on Sarah.
The way the apron barely covered her front.
The curve of her hips.
The way her breasts pushed against the thin cloth.
I walked up behind her while she stirred something in the pot.
I pressed against her ass, already hard again.
She gasped soft but pushed back against me right away.
"Keep cooking," I told her.
I lifted the back of the apron, lined myself up, and pushed inside her in one slow slide.
She was wet already.
She moaned loud, gripping the wooden spoon tight.
I started thrusting steady while she tried to keep stirring.
"Oh gods, Ragnar..." she breathed.
"Right here... like this..."
I reached around, grabbed her tits through the apron, and fucked her harder.
The pot rattled on the stove.
She kept making these needy little sounds every time I bottomed out.
We changed after a minute.
I pulled out, turned her around, lifted her onto the table.
Her legs wrapped my waist.
I slid back in deep. Face to face now.
I kissed her hard while I pounded into her.
She kissed back hungry, tongue in my mouth, moaning into it.
"You're so big... filling me so good," she panted between kisses.
"No one fucks me like you do."
I flipped her over next.
Bent her over the table.
Apron still on, ass up.
I grabbed her hips and slammed in again.
She cried out, loud enough I'm sure the neighbors heard.
I didn't care.
I fucked her fast, skin slapping skin.
"Ragnar—yes—harder—"
I reached under, rubbed her clit in circles.
She came quick after that, shaking, squeezing me tight.
I kept going through it till I felt my own finish coming.
I pulled out at the last second, turned her around, and came on her tits and the front of the apron.
Thick ropes.
She looked down at it, breathing heavy, smiling like she was proud.
We cleaned up quick.
Then we ate dinner—stew and bread—like nothing happened.
She kept glancing at me, cheeks still pink.
Later we went to bed.
I pulled her close under the blankets.
She curled into my chest, one leg over mine.
"Night, Ragnar," she whispered.
"Night," I said back.
I closed my eyes, already thinking about tomorrow.
About Lila.
About the plan.
About Taria waiting in her cell.
Tomorrow was going to be interesting.