Welcomed In Prison

Chapter 139: Welcomed In Prison

The next day, Junk woke up with his dick still inside of the warden. 

They were still inside of her office. She was asleep when he woke up. Yet, despite everything, despite all the time their bodies had been numb like this, as they were recovering, the Minotaur still managed to stay hard inside of her. He slept with a huge boner.

"Um… What's going on? What? We slept like this?" the horned beast asked himself before pulling out of her pussy. Pulling out of her body was exactly what ultimately woke her up. She finally did. 

"Ahn!" the warden suddenly woke up with a gasp. 

"I can't believe we fell asleep like this…" then, a great amount of semen dripped out of her pussy as he pulled out of her.

"We were so tired. We fucked for hours and hours… I can't believe I allowed myself to do such a thing with one of my ex-prisoners…" the warden quickly felt regrets as she desperately attempted to get a hold of herself. She was lying, lingering on her desk as she held her head with her hands. She wasn't doing well. For her: It was like the worst after party ever. She was confused. She had a massive headache. She wasn't all there. But the demon wasted no time to step away from her and proceeded to suit up. Put his red armor back on. Piece by piece. When he was finally done, he opened the door of the office without saying anything to the warden. He had nothing to say to her. He wasn't originally planning on spending the night with her. This wasn't something he was interested in doing, and yet, it happened. He spent way too much time with her. Way too much. Even though she regretted what happened last night, the warden tried going after the ex-prisoner. She tried following him. 

"You are leaving right away…?" she asked him, crawling.

"My business here is done," he coldly told her before stepping out of the office and disappearing into the corridor that seemed so dark this somber morning. At this point, Junk was looking for one person and one person only before he could leave this cursed prison: The Witch. He went to her room. The room that was given to her last night. He opened the door. No one was in there. The bed was made. Nothing had been left behind by September. Did she already leave? Junk hoped it wasn't the case. He then went downstairs. Looked everywhere. Half of the employees of the prison were up and ready to work, although quite tired and banged up due to what happened last night. The other half of the employees weren't anywhere to be seen. They were late for work. 

Understandable. Some of them might still be injured from getting fucked so aggressively and sensually by the resurrected creature. Upon his search of the Autumn witch, Junk accidentally ran into a certain someone, who he, unfortunately, haven't been able to see much after the monster invaded the cauldron prison: Jamie. 

Jamie was taken to a different wing of the prison to give birth by the time the battle with the red creature was completed. While Junk didn't exactly bump into her, she was right there, next to him, when he turned around as he searched for September in the main hall of the cauldron prison. He saw her. Realized that she was in a wheelchair. She noticed him as well.

"Jamie? How are you?" he asked her as he walked toward her.

"Hey, Junk. Pretty good. Definitely better than I was yesterday. And as you can see…" she said to him as she caressed her flat belly. That was right. Jamie was no longer pregnant. She gave birth, and she was recovering at full speed. The only thing was that she still needed to take things easy. And this wheelchair was crucial to her if she wished to move around in her workplace. She rolled closer to Junk. "No longer pregnant. Which means that I am ready whenever you are," she said to him, winking. She was crazy for Junk's cock. She hoped to have it inside her body as soon as possible. 

"I'm glad. You look great. Who helped you give birth?"

"The witch. The witch you are with," she referred to September. She didn't know her name or didn't remember it too well.

"Nice. So, she probably has the soul with her in that case," the horned beast said as he looked around the room, still looking for September. He wondered where she was so bad. He wanted to find her. But who could possibly blame him, after all? It was still relatively pretty early in the morning, and he was hoping to have his breakfast in the form of tasty, thick, delicious, witchy, mana milk. 

"She does. Pushing the soul out of my body was easier than I thought. She helped a lot. She enchanted me with a spell that made this… Painless… More enjoyable than anything else really to be honest…" she said with a smile on her face. She definitely had an orgasm last night and also probably this morning before Junk and the warden woke up. "Are you looking for the witch?" she asked him.

"How did you tell?" the Minotaur responded to her.

"She's on level five," she revealed to him. 

"Level five?" he had no idea what she was talking about. 

"Level five is the wing where we kept our most-dangerous prisoners. The creature that attacked the prison is being kept there," she explained to him with a lovely and cute tone in her voice. 

"Awesome. Thanks. I need to see her," the beast told her.

"Um… Junk…" and then, exactly as he turned around and began walking away from the woman on the wheelchair, he felt something pulling on his arm. He heard her voice. "Before leaving, do you think you'd mind shoving your big cock inside of my mouth…? Just a little. For two seconds," she begged him to do it for her. Junk turned around. He smiled at the recovering young woman.

"Sure. Why not?" he said before his cock erupted out of the crotch hole in his armor and roughly inserted it inside of her mouth. Fucking it. Doing so in the middle of the room where at least a dozen guards were, standing, walking around, working. Everyone saw it. All the guards and employees suddenly became dead of jealousy.