"Ohhh..." Milena moans as she feels your hot seed spurt across her thigh. "That's it... give it all to me..." She grinds harder against you, her breath coming in short gasps as she reaches her own climax from the intense pleasure. When you finally stop ejaculating, she lies back on the bunk, panting heavily and looking down at the wet spot on her leg with a satisfied smirk. "There... now that's taken care of,"

"Hmph..." Milena narrows her eyes at you suspiciously. "You're a tricky one, aren't you? Well, just remember who helped you out when you need it." She smirks and climbs off the bunk bed, returning to her original spot in front of them. The other monster girls in the cell watch with interest as Milena glares at you, clearly feeling a bit possessive now that she's "taken care" of your problem for the moment.

As you both climax together, your bodies shuddering with the release of tension and pleasure, Helena's eyes fly open wide, her pupils dilated as she looks up at you with a mixture of shock and awe. Her pussy clamps down around your cock, milking it dry before finally releasing its grip. She licks her lips, catching her breath, and whispers hoarsely: "That was... incredible."

"Of course we can," Helena murmurs contentedly, her hand trailing up your chest to cup your cheek. "I think... tonight, I'd like us to get some rest. We've got a long day tomorrow." Her tail slowly unwinds from its tense coil on the floor, wrapping itself around both of you as she pulls you closer for a tender embrace.

The bed creaks softly as they settle into it together, their limbs entwined in a lazy tangle of flesh and fur.

As the last word leaves your lips, Milena's heart skips a beat. She doesn't dare move, afraid that if she does, this perfect moment will fade away. Her eyes drift shut as she listens to the sound of your steady breathing, her body relaxing into yours in contentment.

Finally, exhaustion claims her, and she falls asleep with a soft sigh, trusting you to keep her safe through the night.

As you step out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed in your clean prison uniform, Milena stirs awake. Her eyes flutter open, and she blinks several times as she takes in your appearance. A small smile curves her lips upwards as she watches you approach the bed. "Good morning," she murmurs sleepily, her voice hoarse from lack of use.

She yawns widely, stretching luxuriously before sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "What do we have planned for today?"