The guards came at dawn. No breakfast. No warning. Two of them this time – the same scarred one from before and a new one with short blonde hair and a permanent scowl.
"Get up, hero," Scar-face said. "Medical wing. Queen's orders."
I rubbed sleep from my eyes. Cock already stirring from dreams about Lira and Kael. I pulled on the tunic and pants quick. Didn't bother with the boots.
They marched me through corridors I hadn't seen yet. Stone floors turned to polished marble. Walls hung with women fighting monsters. Air smelled cleaner. Herbs. Antiseptic.
We stopped at a heavy wooden door. Guard knocked once. Pushed it open.
Inside: a wide room. White stone. Shelves of jars, vials, dried plants. A long table in the middle covered with clean linen. Tools laid out – metal instruments, glass tubes, a bowl of glowing blue liquid.
Standing by the table: Captain Sera.
Early thirties. Short black hair cropped close to her skull. Broad shoulders. Armor plates over leather. Sword on her hip. Face sharp – high cheekbones, green eyes cold as ice. Scar running from left eyebrow down to her cheekbone. Made her look dangerous. Hot. Intimidating.
She crossed her arms. Looked me up and down like I was defective livestock.
"So this is the summoned hero."
Voice low. Rough. No warmth.
I swallowed.
"Yeah. Hunter."
She didn't smile.
"Strip. Full examination. Queen wants to know if you brought plague from your world. Or anything useful besides that oversized cock everyone whispers about."
My face heated. Guards shut the door. Locked it. Stood by it. Watching.
I pulled off the tunic. Pants next. Naked again. Cock hung heavy. Half-hard from nerves.
Sera didn't flinch. Walked around me slow.
"Hairy. Soft. No muscle tone. Weak."
She poked my chest. Hard.
"Turn."
I did. She grabbed my ass cheek. Squeezed once.
"Flabby."
I jumped.
"Hey—"
"Quiet."
She moved in front. Eyes on my cock.
"Impressive size. Girth. Veins. Heavy balls. No sores. No rash. Looks clean."
She snapped her fingers.
"On the table. Back down."
I climbed up. Cold linen on my skin. Lay flat. Cock flopped against my stomach.
Sera pulled on thin leather gloves. Picked up a glass rod with a glowing tip.
"Open your mouth."
I did. She pressed the rod under my tongue. Blue light pulsed.
"No fever. No infection markers. Lungs clear. Heart steady. No parasites. No Earth viruses detected. Summoning ritual probably scrubbed you clean."
She moved the rod down. Pressed it to my chest. Light spread.
"Magic affinity scan."
The rod hummed. Glow shifted colors – blue to faint green, then dimmed.
"Plant affinity. Weak. Level one at best. Could grow basic herbs. Nothing combat useful. No fire. No lightning. No healing. Just dirt and leaves."
She tossed the rod aside.
"Useless for war."
She picked up another tool – thin metal probe.
"Spread your legs."
I hesitated.
"Now."
I did. She lifted my balls. Probed under them. Cold metal against skin.
"Prostate normal. No swelling. Semen production high. Load volume above average. Fertility markers strong. You'll breed easy if you get the chance."
She set the probe down. Peeled off the gloves.
"Clean. Healthy. Weak magic. Strong seed. That's it."
She stepped back. Arms crossed again.
"You're not a hero. You're a breeding stud at best. Or a liability."
I sat up. Covered myself with my hands.
"So what now?"
Sera looked at the guards.
"Take him back to the block. No more guest room. He stays with the prisoners until he proves something useful."
Guards grabbed my arms. Dragged me off the table. Pants and tunic shoved into my hands. I dressed quick while they marched me back.
Sera's voice followed me down the hall.
"And Hunter?"
I looked back.
"If that cock of yours ever does something worth a damn, come find me. I could use the strength."
Her eyes flicked to my crotch one last time.
"Until then, stay out of my way."
Door slammed behind me.
Back in the cell block. Locked in.
Lira and Kael were waiting.
Lira smiled.
"How was the checkup?"
Kael grinned.
"Did they measure it?"
I sat on my cot. Head in hands.
"Clean. No infections. Weak plant magic. Big balls. That's the verdict."
Kael laughed.
"Welcome to the club. Useless until proven otherwise."
Lira leaned toward the bars.
"Plant magic isn't nothing. You could grow something nice. For us."
I looked up.
"Maybe."
But in my head, the system stayed quiet.
No ping. No quest update.
Just me. Hairy. Average. Massive cock. Weak magic.
And a captain who looked at me like I might be worth fucking someday.
If I didn't fuck up first.