I walked down the dim corridor of the guard post, my boots echoing on the stone.
The guard at the end recognized me right away.
I didn't talk and just showed her the permit.
Her eyes became wild and she bit her lips.
"Is this the power of a herald?"
I smirked.
"No, this is the power of connections."
Then I pulled the tiny bundle from my coat pocket.
"Put this on."
She took the micro bikini—two scraps of black fabric that barely counted as clothing.
Without hesitation she stripped right there, slow enough that I could watch every move.
The top tied around her neck and back, the bottoms barely covered anything.
She turned once, showing it off, hips swaying a little.
"Like it?" she asked, voice already husky.
"Get over here."
I dropped onto the thin mattress on my back, pants shoved down just enough.
My cock stood straight up, thick and ready.
The guard climbed on top without waiting.
She straddled me, lined herself up, and sank down in one long, wet slide.
A sharp moan jumped out of her throat the moment I bottomed out.
"Gods… Ragnar… you're so fucking big," she gasped, palms flat on my chest.
"Every time… feels like the first time."
She started riding me hard—up and down, rolling her hips in tight circles between bounces.
Her tits bounced inside the tiny bikini triangles, nipples poking through.
I grabbed her waist, helping her slam down faster.
Wet slapping sounds filled the small desk.
"You fill me so good," she panted, eyes half-shut.
"No one else… no one else can do this… fuck… you ruin me for anyone else."
I thrust up to meet her, driving deeper.
She cried out louder, nails digging into my pecs.
Her whole body shook when I hit that spot inside her over and over.
"Harder—please—Ragnar—fuck me harder—"
I slapped her ass—sharp, loud.
She yelped, then moaned deeper, grinding down even more desperately.
Her walls squeezed me like a fist.
"I'm gonna—" I growled.
"Do it—cum inside me—please—"
I bucked up hard one last time and unloaded, thick ropes pumping into her.
She shuddered on top of me, thighs trembling, a broken little sob slipping out as she came too.
After we both caught our breath, I smacked her ass again—lighter this time.
"I'll be back next time. Be ready."
She gave a dazed smile, still sitting on me.
"Always."
I pulled out, fixed my clothes, and left her office.
Next stop was Taria cell.
Deeper in, I found her cell again.
And opened the door.
She was there—tall, curved, horns polished, tail flicking.
The moment the lock clicked, she rushed me.
Her mouth crashed into mine, hungry, tongue pushing past my lips right away.
We kissed messy and loud, her hands grabbing my shoulders, mine gripping her wide hips.
I spun her around, pushed her chest against the bars so her breasts pressed through the gaps.
The other prisoners in the block went quiet, watching.
I shoved my pants down again.
Focused for a second—felt the shift, my cock thickening, lengthening, veins standing out more.
She glanced back, eyes wide, then bit her lip hard.
"Ragnar…"
I lined up and thrust in one go.
She bellowed—a deep, animal sound that echoed off the walls.
Her hands gripped the bars tight, knuckles white, horns scraping metal as her head dropped forward.
I fucked her standing like that—hard, steady strokes that made her whole body jolt.
Her tail wrapped around my thigh, pulling me deeper.
Lewd wet noises mixed with her moans and grunts.
Every thrust pushed a new expression onto her face—eyes rolling, mouth open, tongue out, drool on her chin.
"Fuck—yes—stretch me—gods—Ragnar—more—"
I sped up.
She started shoving back to meet me, ass slapping against my hips.
The bars rattled with every impact.
When I came I buried deep and held there, pumping everything inside her.
She shook violently, a long moo-like cry ripping out as her own orgasm hit.
I pulled out slow, watching my cum drip down her thick thighs.
Then I scooped her up—surprisingly easy with how strong she was—and carried her to the bed in the corner.
I set her down gently.
"Good news. You're coming with me today. You leave this place. But you stay under my watch. Always."
Her eyes went soft.
She nodded fast, breathing still ragged.
"Yes… yes, Ragnar. Thank you."
We left the cell block together.
She walked close, shoulder brushing mine, tail occasionally curling around my leg like she was scared I'd disappear.
We finally left the prison.
And we walked inside the tribe heading towards Sarah hut.
When we reached Sarah's house I pushed the door open.
My eyes jumped.
Olivia was there—with a normal housewife clothes, sitting at the small table, sipping tea.
She looked up, smiled soft and warm at me, then went back to chatting quietly with Sarah.
For a second everything felt… right.
I stepped inside, Taria right behind me, and shut the door.