Lunch came late. A guard banged on the door, slid a tray through a slot. Bread, some kind of stew with chunks of meat I didn't want to identify, watery ale. I ate fast. Tasted like cardboard and regret. My stomach growled the whole time anyway.
After I finished, the door opened again. Two guards this time. Big women in chainmail. One had a scar across her cheek. The other carried a bucket and rags.
"Hero," Scar-face said. Voice flat. "Cleaning duty. Palace won't clean itself."
I stood up. "I'm the summoned hero. Not a janitor."
They laughed. Short. Mean.
"You're whatever we say. Move."
No choice. They marched me down halls. Past maids who stared. Past warriors who smirked. I kept my head down. Cock tucked in the pants. Still half-hard from morning thoughts.
They took me to the prison wing. Not the fancy guest room anymore. Stone corridors. Iron bars. Smell of damp and sweat.
"New quarters," Scar-face said. "You live with the others now. Less risk if you try something stupid."
They shoved me into a cell block. Three cells in a row. Mine in the middle. Two women already there. One in the left cell, one in the right.
Left cell: tall, lean elf. Silver hair braided tight. Pointy ears. Green eyes sharp. Wearing a thin shift. Looked bored.
Right cell: short, curvy human warrior. Red hair cropped short. Freckles. Muscled arms. Scars on her knuckles. Sitting on her cot, sharpening a spoon like it was a knife.
They both looked up when I walked in.
Elf raised an eyebrow.
"The man."
Warrior snorted.
"Finally. Thought they'd keep you in silk forever."
Guards unlocked my cell. Pushed me in. Locked it behind me.
Scar-face tossed the bucket and rags through the bars.
"Clean the block. Floors, walls, toilets. Every day after lunch. Do it right or no dinner."
They left. Boots echoing away.
I stared at the bucket. Dirty water. Rag that smelled like old piss.
Elf spoke first. Voice smooth. Teasing.
"I'm Lira. You already met my kind in stories, I bet."
"Yeah. Shape-shifters. Baby makers."
She smiled. Sharp.
"Among other things. And you are Hunter. The useless hero with the funny stick between his legs."
Warrior laughed.
"I'm Kael. Fought in three raids. Killed more slimes than you've seen tits. What's your kill count, hero?"
"Zero."
Kael leaned against the bars.
"Pathetic."
I sighed. Grabbed the rag. Dipped it in the bucket.
Started scrubbing the floor. Stone cold under my knees. Water brown. Smell worse up close.
Lira watched.
"You're hairy. Like a bear. Do all men look like that?"
"Some. Not all."
Kael snorted.
"Looks uncomfortable. All that fur."
"It's normal on Earth."
They both stared while I worked. I scrubbed the corners. Wiped down walls. Avoided looking at the toilet buckets in each cell. Gross.
Halfway through, my back hurt. Sweat dripped. Tunic stuck to my chest hair.
Lira tilted her head.
"You're hard again."
I looked down. Fuck. Bulge obvious.
"Doesn't listen."
Kael laughed.
"Must be painful. Trapped in those pants all day."
I kept scrubbing. Ignored them.
Lira's voice softer now.
"Does it hurt when it's that big?"
"Sometimes. Needs release."
Kael leaned closer to the bars.
"Show us."
I paused.
"What?"
"Show it. We're stuck here too. Might as well look at something interesting."
Lira nodded.
"I've never seen a real one up close. Only elf shapes. They're perfect. Boring."
I hesitated. Then untied the pants. Let them drop.
Cock flopped out. Hard. Thick. Veiny. Head leaking.
Kael whistled low.
"Gods. That's not normal."
Lira's eyes wide.
"It's… angry. Red. Pulsing."
I stood there. Naked from waist down. Rag dripping in my hand.
They stared. Silent for a second.
Kael licked her lips.
"Does it always leak like that?"
"When I'm turned on."
Lira reached through the bars. Fingers brushed the shaft.
I jumped.
She pulled back.
"Sorry. Curious."
Kael grinned.
"Touch it again. He likes it."
Lira did. Slow stroke. Base to tip.
I groaned.
"Fuck."
Kael watched. Breathing heavier.
"Stroke him proper. See if he spurts."
Lira did. Faster. Hand slick from pre-cum.
I gripped the bars. Thrust into her fist.
Kael talked dirty.
"Look at that hairy balls swinging. Bet they're full."
I groaned louder.
"Close…"
Lira sped up. Squeezed the head.
Cum shot out. Thick ropes. Splattered on the stone between cells.
One hit Lira's arm. She gasped. Licked it off.
"Thick. Hot."
Kael laughed.
"Messy boy."
I panted. Cock softening slow.
System pinged.
[Oral/manual contact with Lira and Kael noted.]
[Minor stamina +5%, load volume +8% for host.]
[Quest progress: 35%. Full penetration still required.]
I pulled pants up. Tied them.
Lira wiped her hand on her shift.
"That was… educational."
Kael sat back.
"Better than sharpening spoons."
I picked up the rag again. Finished cleaning. Floor spotless. Toilets scrubbed. Walls wiped.
Guards came back at dusk. Looked at the clean block. Nodded.
"Dinner later."
They left.
I sat on my cot. Exhausted.
Two new roommates. Both hot. Both curious.
No full fuck yet.
But getting closer.
And my cock felt heavier already.