Without a word, he unzipped his uniform and revealed his erect penis—it was enormous, almost terrifyingly so. My mouth went dry as I stared at it, knowing what was about to happen. He positioned himself between the bars of my cell, the cold metal pressing against his body as he thrust his hips forward, sliding his cock through the gap and into my waiting hands.
I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling the warmth and hardness of his erection pulsing beneath my touch. I could sense how much he wanted me and how much he needed this release. With trembling hands, I guided him towards my anus—just like he commanded.
It was tight and unyielding at first, but as he pushed deeper inside me, I felt a strange mix of pain and pleasure that only served to heighten my desire.
He began to move within me, his cock sliding in and out with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust sent shock waves of ecstasy coursing through my body, making it difficult for me to even stand upright. I clung onto the bars for support, moaning loudly as I felt him fill me up over and over again.
His hands reached out to touch me, exploring every curve and crevice of my body as he continued to drive himself into me with increasing force. The sensation was overwhelming—it was like nothing I had ever experienced before.
As we continued to fuck, our bodies entwined and slid with sweat. I could feel myself nearing the edge of orgasm. The feeling was indescribable; it was as if my entire being was being consumed by fire, every nerve ending in screaming for release. And when it finally came, it washed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and shuddering with pleasure. As I recovered from the intensity of our encounter, I glanced up at the guard; his face was flushed with
exertion, but there was still an air of satisfaction in his eyes. He had given me what I needed, and now it was time for him to move on. With one last lingering look, he zipped up his uniform and walked away, and just as I sat on the ground, I saw his head flying in my jail cell. I wanted to cry out loud but knew it was a bad idea since I didn’t want to provoke the murder.
The guard’s body fell down with a thump, and Johanna was too curious and scared, so she decided she had to turn around. She looked up to one of the men who kidnapped her, but he was masked, so she didn’t know more than that. She realised that what he did was probably under the order of Frank, but he wasn’t angry at her, so he seemed to know about the condition she was currently in.
“Your husband would be very mad at you if he knew what you did.”
“What ? Oh, no, is there anything I could do to make him like me again?”
“Well, you know, I’m a close friend of your husband, and it would be better for you if I didn’t tell him that this happened at all.”
“Would you do that for me?”
“Only under the condition that you let me fuck you.”
“Yes, I will do it for my husband.”
Johanna thought to herself that all men were the same when it came to fucking her former self. She thought to herself that this would be one of the last steps to her escape, so she was, of course, very willing to do this.
He wasted no time in revealing his intentions, quickly undressing himself and exposing the massive erection that lay between us. As much as I wanted to resist him, I knew that this was my only chance at freedom. With trembling hands, I reached out for him. I hugged him while he guided his dick to my pussycat.
He began to thrust with a rapid, deliberate rhythm, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. His hands explored every curve and crevice of my skin, leaving me breathless and shuddering beneath his touch. And when it came time for release, I could feel the intensity of our connection in every pulse of his cock.
inside me.
As we climaxed together, I knew that this was more than just a simple act of lust; it was an exchange of power, a trade-off between freedom and pleasure. However, unlike what he thinks, the one who gains all the pleasure and the one who loses his freedom even more will not be what he expects. He realised something was happening to his body, but before he could mutter even a single word, it was over for him.
She was in complete control of the adventurer now, and she first ordered him to give her more information on the shifts of the guards, the blueprint of Frank’s mansion, and where Frank currently was. All this information was valuable; the last thing she wanted to know was how strong he and the other two adventurers are. She summoned the Encyclopaedia back to her, even if that would catch the attention of the Guild. She flipped through the pages and showed him some of the monsters stats. He comprehended their strengths fast and said:
“The strongest monster I ever beat alone was the alpha of a werewolf pack.”
“Have you seen the werewolf on a page, or do we have to search?”
“page 350”
Johanna opened the page and looked around to analyse it, and then she realised that a regular werewolf was out of her league already, but she couldn’t even imagine how powerful an alpha was since he had to be the strongest of the pact.
The werewolf is a demi-human state of the body after being infected by the werewolf virus. The virus is only transmitted through bodily fluids and is only able to affect humanoid beings. It only activates during the night since the virus is very sensitive to heat and sunlight. The virus grants enhanced body functions to the infected, who, in return, will have a shortened lifespan since the virus feeds on the host’s body.
Werewolf (B):
Strength: B
Agility: B
Endurance: B
Intelligence: C
Leadership: D
Magic Resistance: D
Stealth: C
Charisma: D
