I walked into the special room I'd set up in the back of the house, the one with the reinforced door and the heavy chains bolted to the stone. The tag on my chest read **Inspector Ragnar**—same stiff uniform the high-rank prison officers wore. It felt ridiculous for half a second, but the look on their faces when I stepped inside made it worth it.
Behind me Taria followed in that tiny skirt and the prison top stretched tight across her chest. She knew the role. Professional. Quiet. Exactly what I needed right now.
The two women were already here. Silvia—the arrogant elf who'd marched straight into that kobold village thinking she could collar the whole place like it was nothing. And Vanessa. The bear-assassin bitch who'd come for my head once already. Still had the scar on my shoulder to prove it.
Vanessa gave me that same slow, knowing smirk the second our eyes met. I ignored it.
"Taria," I said without looking back, "take Vanessa to the back room for now. Come back when you're done."
Taria didn't hesitate. She grabbed Vanessa's chain and led her through the side door. Vanessa didn't fight, just threw me one last amused glance over her shoulder before disappearing.
I pulled the metal chair over and sat down right in front of Silvia.
She sat straight-backed, chin high, green eyes cold. Not even a twitch when the door clicked shut.
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, studying her. "You really are a piece of work, you know that?"
She didn't answer.
I reached out, two fingers under her chin, tilting her face up. Smooth skin. Delicate features. The kind of beauty that makes most men stupid.
"Beautiful, though," I said quietly. "Exactly what everyone says about elves."
She snorted. "Release me this instant, human."
I let my thumb brush her jaw once before dropping my hand. "Can't do that. But… there is a way you walk out of here a free woman again."
Her eyes widened—just a flicker, but I caught it.
"How?"
I leaned in closer. Close enough to smell the faint floral scent still clinging to her hair even after weeks in a cell.
She turned her head at the last second, dodging the almost-kiss.
I moved my lips to her ear instead. Low. Calm.
"Suck my dick."
Her whole body stiffened. Those pretty eyes went huge. "How *dare* you—"
I slammed my palm on the table. The crack echoed off the walls.
"I give the orders here. You don't like it? I throw you back in the hole and pick someone else tomorrow. Simple."
For the first time she flinched. Really flinched. The arrogance cracked and something raw and scared peeked through.
I softened my voice. "Hey. I don't want to hurt you. You're too beautiful for that shit."
She swallowed. Voice smaller now. "If I… do that… you'll let me go?"
"No. But it helps." I leaned back a little, giving her space. "I'm running a reform program. The women who show the most… change… get priority for release. You want out? Show me you're willing to change."
Inside my head I was already grinning. *Once I break that pride and get her hooked, even if they cut her loose she'll be crawling back for cock.*
Her shoulders dropped. Guard down. "…Okay."
"Good girl." I reached out, thumb brushing her cheek. "Open those pretty lips for me."
Her eyelashes fluttered. She parted her mouth—just a little at first, hesitant.
I rubbed her cheek again. "Skin's so soft. Fair. Perfect."
Then I freed myself. Her eyes locked on it and went wide again.
"It's… big."
"Yeah." I guided the head to her lips.
She hesitated, then pressed the smallest kiss to the tip. Tentative. Almost shy.
I pushed forward slowly. She opened more. Warm. Wet. Tongue flat against the underside right away.
I stroked her cheek while she worked. Every time I did it—every time I looked down at her with open want—she sucked harder. Cheeks hollowing. Little needy sounds in her throat.
Tsundere to the core.
I slid my fingers into her hair, petting gently. "That's it. Good girl."
She moaned around me—vibration straight to my balls.
When I came she didn't pull away. Throat worked visibly, swallowing everything. Greedy little gulps.
I pulled out slow. Clean. Shining.
I lifted her chin again. "Still beautiful. Even with my cum down your throat."
She stared up at me, dazed. Then—slowly—licked her lips. "Your taste… it's… strange. But good."
I laughed under my breath, leaned down and kissed her cheek. "You're cute when you're honest."
I unlocked her wrist chains. Scooped her up in my arms. She stiffened for half a second, then relaxed against my chest.
I carried her to the bed in the corner—the one I'd had brought in just in case.
She broke the kiss I'd started and whispered against my mouth, "This was already here. You… expected me to agree?"
"Nah." I laid her down gently. "If you'd said no I'd have sent you back and picked someone else tomorrow."
Her heart was hammering—I could feel it against my ribs. She hugged me tighter, lips at my ear. "I'll make you choose me. I'll be the best one."
I laughed again—quiet—and started peeling her clothes off.
Kissed her neck while I worked. She shivered every time my lips touched skin.
I rolled onto my back, pulled her on top.
She straddled me, hands braced on my abs. Guided me to her entrance—wet, hot, ready.
When the head kissed her cervix she sucked in a sharp breath. "Feels… weird. Deep. Like you're touching something that shouldn't be touched."
Then she arched, rolled her hips, and started riding.
Slow at first. Testing. Then harder. Faster. Breasts bouncing. Nails digging into my stomach.
I gripped her hips, helping her slam down.
She gasped every time I bottomed out. "Ah—Ragnar—"
I thrust up to meet her. Hard.
Her head fell back. Moans turning into broken little cries.
When I came she clenched hard around me, milking every pulse. Then collapsed forward onto my chest, panting, sweaty, trembling.
I kissed her forehead. Soft.
"Taria," I called without looking away from Silvia's flushed face. "Take her back to her cell when she can walk again."
Taria appeared from the shadows near the door. Nodded once.
I reached for the small box on the side table—sixteen chocolate pieces. Handed it over.
"Give her these when she wakes up. Tell her they're from me."
Taria took the box and helped Silvia up. The elf looked back at me once—eyes soft, lips still swollen—before they disappeared through the door.
I waited a minute. Let my breathing settle.
Then I stood, adjusted my uniform, and walked toward the back room.
Vanessa was waiting.
I pushed the door open and smiled at her.
"Long time no see."