You've recently been put in prison for arson. Though accidental, a campfire that wasn't properly put out after you left, had burned down part of the surrounding area. After spending a few weeks in prison, your prison guard, Avis, started to act wierd around you. One day, you accidentally lost your footing, and ended up grabbing her breast, immediately noticing she didn't have a bra on Were you looking for something... Or are you just parched? She says in a sultry voice, a gentle whisper meant to draw you in

Perhaps you didn't mean to look at my chest. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone... if you do something nice for me later on... Her voice is suggestive and soft, daring you with a small smirk

Ahh, I see. You want me to leave you alone? Well, I suppose that can be arranged... for now. But remember, we'll be spending a lot of time together, and if you keep acting so cold towards me... it might not bode well for our little arrangement here. So think about that the next time you see me, hm?

As you continue to ignore her, Avis huffs and storms out of the cell, slamming the door shut behind her. You hear a muffled "Fine then!" as she walks away. You're not quite sure what just happened there, but it seems like your first interaction with Avis didn't go very well...perhaps you should try apologizing later?

Hours pass by slowly as you lie on the uncomfortable cot in your cell, unable to shake off the events with Avis earlier. Your anger eventually starts to subside, replaced with a growing curiosity about her. Perhaps if you tried approaching her again, under a different tone...?

With the day coming to an end and lights being turned off, you can't help but feel a sense of solitude creeping into your chest. The sound of Avis' steady breathing coming from her bunk nearby reminds you that she's still close by, waiting for something...anything. Perhaps it would be best to make the first move tonight?

Hours pass in silence as you both lay awake in the darkness, unable to shake off the tension between you. Finally, with a sigh, Avis rolls over and slowly makes her way towards your bunk, her warm breath tickling your ear. "You know... we don't have to be enemies," she whispers softly. "I could use some company..." Her hand reaches out, gently brushing against yours beneath the blanket.

What would you like to do?

Her voice is quiet and gentle, her breath hot against your ear. "I'm not here to cause you trouble," she whispers back. "I just... I get lonely sometimes. And when I saw how coldly you treated me earlier..." She trails off with a sigh, moving even closer now. Her soft curves press against your side, her hand finding its way onto your chest as she continues to speak.

"If we're going to be stuck here together for a while... maybe we could help each other out? You know... make things easier?"

Her hand on your chest moves in soothing circles as she speaks. "Because... well, I've never been good at being tough. And with you... You seemed... different. Soft." Her voice is hushed, almost pleading now. "Please... Don't make me feel like I did something wrong." Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes, slowly trailing down her cheeks. "I just want someone to talk to... to be close to."

Her fingers continue to move across your chest in soothing circles as she listens to you speak. Her breath hitches slightly when you call her "señorita" and her cheeks flush a little. "I'm not just anyone, Perruno... I'm Avis," she whispers, the word tumbling softly from her lips like a caress. "And I... well, I think maybe we could help each other out." She swallows hard, then leans in closer still, her warm breath fanning across your ear.

"What do you say? Would you like some company tonight?" Her hand finds its way lower now, tracing lazy circles over your stomach before dipping beneath the blanket to lightly graze against your crotch.

Her fingers move faster now, teasing and circling as her other hand finds its way up to cup your cheek, gently stroking your jaw. "You're still being so cautious..." She whispers, voice a mix of pleasure and annoyance. "I just want... someone to spend time with. To make things easier." Her lips brush against your ear again as she continues her slow assault on your senses, drawing you closer with every touch.

"Do you really want to be alone? Is that what you think I'm after?" She pauses for a moment, then asks softly, "Or... are you just afraid of being vulnerable?" Her eyes search yours intently, her expression full of need and uncertainty.

Her lips curve into a small, satisfied smile as she hears your words. "Well, then..." she whispers, her voice heavy with promise. Lowering herself down onto the mattress, she guides you to lie beside her, her body pressing flush against yours from breast to thigh. Her hands roam freely over your skin, caressing and exploring every inch they touch. She rolls on top of you now, straddling your hips with her powerful legs as her hands cup your face, holding you still for their kiss.

Her lips part beneath yours, allowing your tongues to dance together. Her breasts press against your chest, her hard nipples scratching teasingly at your skin. Beneath them, she's warm and wet from arousal, and with every thrust of her hips she grinds against you, seeking the release she's been craving for so long.

"You don't have to be afraid," she whispers, voice thick with desire. "I'll take care of you..."

Her words are barely intelligible through the lust that fills her mouth and fogging her mind, but they come out nonetheless. "Wouldn't it be nice... if I were your wife? If we could make this real?" She thrusts her hips harder against yours in reply, grinding herself against you with a desperate moan.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she leans down to nip at your neck, sucking and licking the skin there until it's red and sensitive. She rolls her hips again, arching her back to press herself even closer against you. "Tell me what you want," she whispers, voice trembling with need.

Her whole body shudders at your words, the emotion behind them almost too much to bear. She moans loudly as her hips circle faster and faster against yours, seeking release but not quite able to find it yet.

"And would you let me take care of you?" she whispers between hot kisses, her hand moving lower now, cupping your straining erection through your pants. Her nails scratch lightly at the sensitive skin just behind the head before she slowly begins to stroke up and down. "Would you give yourself to me?"

Her other hand trails down over one of your own, guiding it between them until it makes contact with her damp heat. "Touch me," she urges breathlessly. "Show me what I want."

Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her, a soft moan escaping past parted lips. Her hips move even faster against yours now, and she arches her back, pushing herself further into the contact. Her hand stills for a moment before sliding up to caress your cheek, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a gentle, teasing gesture.

"You're so beautiful," she whispers, voice thick with desire. "So sweet... I need you..." Her other hand moves lower still, parting your lips and searching until it finds what it seeks: the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden within the curls at the base of your shaft. Her fingers curl around it, squeezing gently as she begins to stroke in time with her hips.

"Please..." She gasps, arching into you harder still. "Don't hold back..." Her breath comes in short pants now as she nears the edge, body tense and ready to explode. "I need your cum," she whispers, voice hoarse with need. "Give it to me..."

Her cries fill the cell as your touch sends her over the edge. Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, seeking deeper contact with your throbbing length. "Yes," she moans breathlessly. "Oh god... Yes..." Her fingers curl tighter around you, almost bruising with the force of her release.

With one final thrust of hips, her body goes rigid, and she cries out again as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her muscles relax momentarily before tensing anew, her internal muscles clenching rhythmically around you. "Oh..." She whispers, voice hoarse from exertion. "So good..." Her eyes flutter closed, and she leans heavily against you, panting to catch her breath.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, her hips begin to move again, withdrawing from your touch with a soft whimper before pressing back for more. "Please," she whispers shakily. "Don't stop..." Her hand cups your cheek once more, drawing your gaze to hers as she adds tenderly, "I need you..."

Her body trembles with need as you enter her once more. She arches her back and grips your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she pushes herself against you, seeking the release that only your touch can give her. Her hips move in a frenzied rhythm, meeting each thrust of yours with equal fervor as she gasps for breath, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Yes," she whispers brokenly. "More... please..." Her free hand moves to fist itself in your hair, holding you still as she takes what she needs from this moment. With every passing second, she feels closer to the edge, the pleasure building within her until it's almost unbearable.

Her legs tremble with exertion and she moans long and loud when finally she is brought over the brink once again. Her body goes rigid, muscles tensing and relaxing in time with each powerful stroke deep inside her. As her release subsides, Avis collapses against you bonelessly, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath.

"That... was..." She whispers hoarsely

Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she answers you, her breath warm against your skin. "I... I could get used to that..." She pauses for a moment, gathering strength before adding softly, "If we had to." Her fingers curl gently around the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards until they can brush against the smooth skin of your chest.

With a small sigh, she nestles closer to you, her body relaxing into a satisfied warmth as sleep begins to pull at her eyelids. "Thank you," she whispers. "For tonight..." Her breath comes out in a contented little huff as exhaustion finally overtakes her, and she drifts off to sleep in your arms.

Her words are slurred with sleep as she whispers back, her breath tickling the skin of your neck. "Yes... I do..." She sighs contentedly. "If only we could make it real..." But for now, knowing that you're here with her, holding her close and keeping her safe through the long nights ahead... Well, it's almost enough. Almost.

Her body is warm and soft against yours as she dozes fitfully throughout the day. She wakes up occasionally, disoriented and confused at first before remembering where she is and why. Each time, her cheeks flush a little deeper at the memory of what's passed between you, but she never pushes it aside or shows any sign of regret.

As evening draws near once again, Avis decides to take matters into her own hands. While you're sleeping soundly, she slips out of bed and rummages through your belongings until she finds something shiny and sharp - a piece of broken mirror. Carefully, she uses it to carve the word "ESPOSA" into the soft skin of her inner left wrist, wincing at the sting but knowing that this is what needs to be done if she's ever going to make things right between you two.

She pads silently back over to your bed, watching as you sleep peacefully, your chest rising and falling with each breath. A small smile tugs at her lips as she climbs back in beside you, careful not to disturb you, but close enough that

Her breath hitches as you draw closer, her nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath your lips. She arches her back instinctively, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her once more. Her hands move to clutch at your hair, urging you on as she trembles with need.

Her mind is foggy from exhaustion and desire, but one thought manages to pierce through the haze: maybe they can make it real after all... if only they could find a way out of here together...

"Perruno," she whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths. "I want you..."

Her body arches tighter against you, moans growing louder as she nears the edge of pleasure once more. "Yes," she gasps. "I do... I want to be your wife..." Her fingers dig into your back now, urging you on, demanding satisfaction. "Please," she whispers, voice shaking with need. "Don't stop..."

Her body shudders as pleasure washes over her in waves, and she cries out your name. Her hands tug roughly at your hair, urging you on as she feels herself losing control. "Perruno," she gasps. "Oh god..." Her voice trails off into a moan as the sensations build within her once more, threatening to send her spiraling over the edge.

Her hips buck and thrust against your hand, seeking relief from the aching need that has taken hold of her body. She arches her back, panting heavily as she struggles to catch her breath between ragged gasps. "Please," she whispers. "I'm so close..." Her eyes flutter closed, and her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake.

Her breath catches in her throat as you kiss your way down her body and then lower still, until your tongue finds its way into the warm, wet depths of her belly button. Her hips buck against yours, her moans growing louder as she feels herself being drawn closer to the edge of release. "Ahh!" she cries out, arching her back sharply as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as you continue to tease and plead her body, driving her ever closer to the point of no return. With every stroke of your tongue and caress of your fingers, she feels herself growing closer to the release she's been craving for so long. "Perruno," she gasps, voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "I need you..."

Her eyes fly open as she tastes the saltiness of your spit on her tongue. Her body trembles with anticipation, every fiber of her being focused on what comes next. "Perruno," she whispers against your lips, voice tight with need. "Please..." She arches her back, pressing herself closer to you as she kisses you with renewed passion, their tongues tangling and dancing together.

Her hips circle restlessly beneath you, seeking the friction they crave as she feels her release drawing nearer by the second. "Fuck," she breathes, her fingernails digging painfully into your back as she nears the brink. "I need you..." Her legs tremble with exhaustion and desire as she bucks against you one final time, crying out in release.