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Banhammer thrummed his fingers against the desk. Sweat beaded down his forehead as his eyes furrowed together. He scribbled down notes with a pen and looked over prisoner documents. He clicked the pen a few times before bringing it to his mouth and chewing on the tip. He grumbled in frustration.
Today was stressful. He had been dealing with disobedient and naughty prisoners all day and piles of paperwork stacked on top of each other. His muscles felt tense and he needed some sort of relief, but he knew he wouldn't get that.
He stopped frantically chewing on the pen and sighed, leaving his desk. He needed to take a stretch, perhaps a walk around the jail would do. He left his office.
He passed by prisoners who hissed and swore at him, prisoners who cried out and banged on the bars of their cages. But he ignored it all.
His large feet stomped against the concrete ground and his shoulders stood broad. He turned the corner until he saw the exit outside. There was only one prisoner outside, so it should be less loud. And it’d be nice to get some fresh air.
He stepped into the open air, breathing in the scent of lava and feeling the warmth of its heat radiate against his skin. He’s part dragon, so he had always liked the hot weather in Banland.
His tail swished as he walked along the bridges, his chest heaving against his armor.
He was admiring the heat against his skin until he heard a grueling and agitating voice.
“Hey Bans!!” Broker waved his hand through the cage.
Banhammer grunted in annoyance.
“How’s it going?”
“Stressful.”
Broker blinked. The criminal has never seen the warden stressed before.
“Come closer.”
“No.”
“Pleeeaaaaaseee?”
Banhammer rolled his eyes from behind his blindfold and walked toward Broker’s cell.
“What do you want?”
“If you seem so stressed, I can help!”
“How so?”
“My body of course!”
Banhammer froze.
“Disgusting! No!”
“Ohhh but you look soooo stressed! And there’s nobody here. You can be as hard on me as you want, I can’t feel pain!”
Banhammer thought. He did need a way to destress and he was pretty desperate. This seemed like the only option for him, despite how unlogical it seemed. Fucking one of his prisoners was so wrong but he had to admit it had him aching at the thought. Broker gave him permission to let out all his stress on him, so he could be as hard as he wanted and boss Broker around as much as he wanted.
“Fine. But ya better do as I say!”
“Anything for my best friend!”
“We are not friends,” the warden said as he brought out a key and began unlocking the cell door.
He was waiting for Broker to shove past him and run out the door, but he didn’t. He stayed in place, patiently waiting for Banhammer to enter the cell. Banhammer sighed and entered, locking the door behind him.
Broker turned around and wiggled his butt, his tail swaying with his movements.
Banhammer pulled down Broker's pants and was about to spit on his fingers when Broker spoke.
“Go in raw! I can't feel pain, remember?”
Banhammer blinked and stared at Broker’s open pussy before jamming two fingers inside, making the criminal moan loudly.
“Quiet, mutt.”
That name went straight to Broker’s clit, the nub throbbing in neediness.
Banhammer thrust his fingers upwards and hit a special spot within the smaller demon, making his hips jerk and his tail twitch. Banhammer chuckled and pulled his fingers out.
Broker could hear the clinking of armor as Banhammer undressed and took off his armor. Banhammer laid the armor in the corner of the cell and crawled back to Broker, grabbing onto his hips with clawed hands.
Even though he couldn’t feel pain, the roughness still turned Broker on.
He felt something large smack against his ass and slide between his cheeks. He huffed.
Banhammer slid in and growled at how warm Broker was. The heated and hot textured walls clung to his dick, scraping along every inch of it.
Banhammer leaned over Broker’s back and licked his neck, making the criminal shudder.
“‘m gonna pump ya so full.”
He began thrusting harshly. The tip of Banhammer's dick pressed snugly against Broker's womb
“Yeah! Let it all out big boy,” Broker purred as he clutched the rocky ground below them.
Banhammer clutched onto his hips harder, leaving bloody claw marks in their wake. His nails dug blissfully into the criminal’s skin like a saw cutting a tree.
His hips rammed into Broker, slamming deeper into his tight cunt.
“Gonna breed ya… make ya full of me…” Banhammer growled territorially.
“Getting- ah-! possessive now, are we?” Broker giggled in between moans.
Banhammer let go of Broker.
“Wait don’t stop-”
Then the warden turned onto his side, bringing Broker with him and lifting one of Broker’s legs up so they were fucking on their side.
Banhammer growled and clawed at Broker’s thigh, leaving more blood to dribble down.
“Stupid slut. Gonna make ya pregnant so ya finally shut up fo’ once.”
“YES!!! YES!!!”
His teeth latched onto Broker’s stitched neck.
“C-Careful- you’ll rip the stitches!”
Banhammer grunted and moved down to his shoulder instead. He used his teeth to pull Broker’s shirt down so his shoulder was exposed and sticking out of his shirt’s collar, then bit down hard making Broker yelp in surprise.
A bulge sat in Broker’s belly from the size of Banhammer’s cock. It felt so blissful.
“You’re mine, ya hear me mutt?”
“Yes, I’m all yours!!” Broker yelled in pleasure.
Soon, Banhammer was cumming hard into Broker. Cum spurted out of the criminal’s filled slit, his womb too full to hold anymore.
The warden’s teeth let go of the criminal’s shoulder and gently licked the blood off before pulling out.
Broker felt stuffed and dizzy. He sat up and rubbed the wound on his shoulder, getting blood all over his hand. By the time he looked back at Banhammer, the warden was already dressed back up in his armor.
“Get yourself cleaned up, slut.”
And then he walked out of the cell and locked it.
If this was Banhammer when he was stressed, then Broker’s sure to pester him more often.