Hair still damp, I exited out of the shower room wearing a fresh gray uniform, my boots clunking lightly as I stepped onto the railed wood walkway overlooking the lobby. The hot shower had been incredible and did wonders in soothing my aching muscles, so much so that when I closed the door behind me, I only felt a tiny desire to groan at the minor exertion of my body. I looked to the side and found the last two doors along the walkway I haven’t yet gone through: One set into the far wall, the other into the wall to my right. The warden had told me when we’d return to Stone Lock from the grasslands that the latter would lead to the library. I made my way along the walkway, turning at a right angle when I reached the corner of the elevated, wooden path circling the interior of the prison’s central room. Despite knowing which doorway led to the library, my eyes couldn’t help but wander over the other door I haven’t gone through yet as I ambled along… the mysterious door… the door wh

Without saying a word, I grabbed her hips and pressed the underside of my cock against her, bending my legs slightly so I could get the length of my erection against her ass. At the lewd contact, a rush of vital pleasure shot through me, dulling the aches and pains I'd racked up from training. “Eh!” she yelped in surprise, body stiffening. The muscles of her backside tightened reflexively, providing a wonderfully firm resistance against my rock-hard manhood. “Your ass feels just as good as it looks, Warden…” I said in a low, rough whisper as I flexed my cock against her ass. Even through the fabric of my loose-fitting gray pants and her tight garment, I could feel the slight pliability of her athletic butt at the pressure exerted by my erection. “Firm, but still with just the right amount of give…” A shudder of growing arousal rippled through her as the tension in her body melted away. “Thank you…” she said airily. I grinned at her breathy, short answer, relishing how the u

My back thudded against the bookcase as the warden insistently pressed into me, the length of my cock wedging upwards against the lower half of her stomach. Waves of pleasure rumbled through me as it flexed, the underside of my manhood pushing eagerly at the wonderful pressure of her body. She released my shirt, seeming to be satisfied that I wasn’t going anywhere, and her hands slipped behind me and under my shirt, her tits mashing against me as she explored the muscles of my back with her warm fingers. There was something to be said for wanting to be the one in control and ‘running the show’, but the way she’d practically pounced on me like a cat helped me appreciate the other side of the coin a bit more. It felt good, the way she’d fiercely taken control… how she made it clear in no uncertain terms that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I had to admit, that in this moment being the one on the receiving end of being ‘taken’ was just as hot as being the one doing the ‘takin

The warden and I stood in front of the mystery door on the second floor of Stone Lock’s main chamber, and to my annoyance she still had yet to tell me what was behind it. “You’re certain that is your final answer?” she asked me with an obnoxious amount of teasing smugness. “Yes, this goes to your room.” “Would you like to make a wager?” I narrowed my eyes at her. “No… you’re clearly trying to trick me somehow.” Her shoulder thumped as she leaned against the wall. She crossed her arms and flashed me a challenging smile. “What makes you believe that? You seemed so sure on our way here from the library.” She’s definitely got some kind of trick up her sleeve to make my guess wrong… or it really doesn’t go to her room and there’s some other door I haven’t seen yet somewhere. “Call it a hunch…” I grumbled, continuing to see mischief in her dark eyes. “Now, Bryan, isn’t it also possible I’m trying to shake your confidence because your answer is indeed correct?” she said encouragingly

It had been seven days since the warden told me about amalgams over dinner. During that week, my days had been spent just as she’d outlined: exercise, sparring, and holding sheath stance in the morning, followed by dodging her rocks and dirt clods in the afternoon. There’d also been unpredictable bouts of sexual battle-teasing scattered throughout each of those days, but neither of us had yet to lose control, even with our current tease timers being one minute. I had to admit, I was surprised at how much self-control we’d both displayed… or perhaps ‘how stubborn we both were’ would be a better way to put it. I jogged through the thick greenery of the grasslands. Beads of sweat ran down my face and bare chest, the day starting to warm up as the sun rose further into the clear blue mid-morning sky. Wearing her black coat over her white pants and tucked-in button-up shirt, the warden read a book on a small stretch of the stone road cutting through the grasslands. Sitting with her le