I woke up in Sarah's bed, alone. Sunlight was already sneaking through the cracks in the shutters. My body felt heavy in that good post-sleep way, but my dick was already half-hard just from smelling her sheets.
I swung my legs over the side, stood, and walked naked to the small table where she sat sipping from a clay cup. She looked up at me with those sleepy-hungry eyes.
"Morning," I said, voice still thick. I pulled out the other chair and sat, grabbing the pot to pour myself some coffee. Steam curled up. "Where's your cup?"
Sarah set her own down very deliberately. A small smile tugged her lips. Without a word she slid off the chair and disappeared under the table.
I felt her hands on my thighs first, then the tug as she pulled my pants open just enough. Cool air hit my cock, then her warm fingers wrapped around it. She stroked once, twice.
"This," she murmured, breath brushing the head, "is my coffee."
Then her mouth closed over me.
Hot. Wet. No teasing. She took me deep right away, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. The wood creaked under my fingers. Her tongue swirled under the ridge, then flattened along the underside while she bobbed. Every few strokes she let spit drip down my balls, making it slicker, messier.
My hips jerked without permission. She hummed around me—vibration straight to my spine. I looked down; all I could see was the top of her head moving, hair swaying. My breathing turned ragged.
"Fuck—Sarah—"
She sped up. One hand cupped my sack, rolling gently while her mouth worked the shaft like she was starving. Pressure built fast, too fast. I tried to warn her but only managed a grunt. My cock pulsed hard and I came, thick ropes shooting straight onto her tongue.
She didn't pull back. Swallowed everything, throat working, little satisfied noises in the back of her throat. When I finally stopped twitching she gave one last slow suck, cleaning me, then kissed the tip like it was polite.
She crawled out, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and sat back down like nothing happened. "Better?"
I let out a shaky laugh. "You're gonna kill me one day."
She just smiled and sipped her actual coffee.
I dressed, kissed her quick, and left her house. The morning air was cool against my still-flushed skin. As I walked the dirt path toward Chief Lila's hut, the quest reminder hit me again. Two loads still owed to finish her "cure." My dick gave an interested twitch just thinking about it.
I pushed her door open without knocking.
Lila was still asleep, curled on her side under a thin blanket, dark hair spilled across the pillow. Peaceful. Almost innocent. Almost.
I crossed the room quietly, sat on the edge of the bed, and gave her cheek a light slap. Not hard. Just enough.
Her eyes fluttered open. The second she saw me her whole face lit up. She lunged forward and wrapped both arms around my neck, squeezing tight.
"Ragnar," she breathed against my shoulder.
I ran a hand down her back. "Morning, Chief. You still need your vaccination."
She pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes curious and already darkening. "How… how are you gonna do it this time?"
I didn't answer with words. Just hooked my fingers under the edge of her sleeping shift, tugged it up and off in one motion. She lifted her arms to help. Naked now. Soft. Warm.
I pushed her gently onto her back, spread her thighs with my knees, and lined myself up. One slow push and I sank inside her. She was already slick—either dreaming about me or just always ready these days.
"Like this," I said, voice low.
She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. I stayed buried to the hilt, not moving yet. Her walls fluttered around me like they were trying to pull me deeper.
"Feel better already?" I asked.
Lila moaned, head tipping back. "Yes… your cum… it healed me… I can feel it…"
I smirked. "Good to know." Then I remembered the next part of my little game. I leaned down, lips brushing her ear. "But I just realized something. To make the healing stronger, we need to do it near other people. Secretly."
Her heart hammered so hard I felt it against my chest. "Is… is that real?"
"As real as it gets for you." I gave her ass a sharp slap.
She yelped, then moaned. I hooked my arms under her knees, lifted her with my cock still buried inside, and started walking toward the corridor.
Every step made her bounce on me. She tried to muffle herself against my neck but little whimpers still escaped.
I spotted the maid in the kitchen—humming, slicing root vegetables, back to us. I smirked, whispered against Lila's ear, "Quiet now."
She nodded frantically.
I eased us under the counter, keeping low. The maid kept working, knife going thunk-thunk-thunk.
I rolled my hips in tiny shallow thrusts while I dragged my tongue along Lila's neck, tasting salt and her tears. "Your face is so fucking beautiful like this," I breathed.
She bit her lip hard, eyes glassy.
Then the maid cursed softly. The knife clattered and slid under the counter.
My pulse kicked up. The maid crouched, hand sweeping blindly.
I cursed under my breath, shifted us a little farther back—still connected, still inside her. Lila's breath hitched with every tiny movement.
The maid's fingers came close—too close. I grabbed the knife before she could, held it up so Lila could see.
"Imagine," I whispered. "The maid who bows to you every morning… seeing her chief like this. Moaning. Stuffed full of me."
Lila's teeth sank into her own lip so hard I thought she'd draw blood. Her cunt clenched violently around me.
I tossed the knife gently toward the maid's searching hand.
She grabbed it, muttered "Thank the spirits," and went back to chopping.
I waited a few seconds, then started fucking Lila slow and careful—short strokes so her clothes wouldn't shift too much and give us away. Her breathing was all short desperate pants against my shoulder.
When I felt her start to shake I sped up just enough. One last deep thrust and I came hard, flooding her again.
"One more load," I growled quietly. "Then you're cured."
The second the maid turned to grab something on the other side, I scooped Lila up—still impaled—and we half-ran, half-stumbled back to her sleeping room.
I pressed her against the wall, hands under her thighs, and started fucking her standing.
She moaned brokenly. Every thrust punched the air out of her lungs. I could feel her soul trying to leave her body through those sounds.
My eyes caught the open bathroom door. I slapped her ass again—harder this time—and carried her inside.
I turned the shower on. Warm water crashed over us.
Lila closed her eyes against the spray, mouth open, gasping like she was drowning in it. I kissed her deep, tongue sliding against hers.
"You're so fucking cute," I muttered.
I sped up, chasing the last one. When I came I pinned her tight against the tiles, groaning as I pumped the fifth and final load deep inside her.
She whimpered "Yesh—" almost incoherent.
I eased out, turned the water off, and started washing her gently—hands soaping her breasts, her stomach, between her thighs. She lifted her arms like a child, letting me clean her, then pulled me down for a slow kiss.
I cursed under my breath. "Can't help it."
I was hard again already.
A message popped in my head—quest complete.
Reward: Ero Overdrive skill unlocked.
I grinned, gave her ass a firm slap.
"Got a plan now," I said.
She looked curious, still catching her breath.
"I want to start a program," I told her.
"The female prisoners here—they reform under my guidance.
I'll make sure every woman in that prison stays well-behaved. No more naughty ones."
Lila nodded slow.
"It can be managed. I like it."
I looked at her wet body.
"Want to try anal?"
Her cheeks went pink.
"It's my first time... but yes. Let's do it in the living room."
We dried off quick and walked out.
I had her get on all fours on the rug.
I knelt behind her, stared at her small back and that huge ass.
I grabbed her cheeks, spread them,
lined my cock up with her tight pink hole.
I pushed in slow.
She winced, body tensing.
I activated the new Overdrive skill right away.
Her face changed—pain turned to pleasure fast.
She moaned low, pushing back against me.
I started thrusting, fucking her ass in doggy.
She felt so tight.
I went harder, deeper.
She cried out in pleasure.
I came hard inside her ass, groaning.
She dropped flat on her stomach after.
I flipped her onto her back.
I moved up, sat near her head, and let my balls and dick rest over her face.
She started licking right away, cleaning me with her tongue.
She took me in her mouth, sucked gentle,
until I came one last time.
She swallowed every drop.
I stood up.
"I need a permit for the program."
Still naked, she walked to her desk,
grabbed a scroll, wrote my name and the idea down,
stamped it official.
"Take it like this and give it to the prison guard," she said, handing it over.
I left her hut with the permit in hand,
already walking toward the prison.
I couldn't wait to see that guard's face when she saw this paper with my name on it.