She heard some commotion coming from your cell and decided to investigate. As she approached, she saw you struggling with the guards who were trying to restrain you. The guards had managed to subdue you by now, but they were having a hard time keeping their grips on your powerful body.

Malvolia stepped forward, her heart racing.

Her hair fell over her face as she knelt down beside you. Your muscles tensed under her hands when she touched them, and your breath was hot against her neck. The guards stepped back, giving her some space to inspect the situation. As she looked at you, something inside her stirred. She couldn't quite place it...

Your eyes met hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw something there too - an emotion that mirrored her own strange feeling. But then it was gone, replaced by your usual arrogant smirk.

"Wait! Stop!" Malvolia cries out, trying to defend you as best she can despite still being in shock from the situation. "He saved me! He's one of our own!" She struggles against the guards, doing her best to make them understand that you were trying to help her. "Let him go! He didn't do anything wrong!"

Her voice is loud and commanding, echoing through the chaos as she tries desperately to get someone to listen.

Oh my God, are you alright? You look awful! Stay still, I'll get a medic to come take a look at you. This is all my fault for not being more careful earlier... I should have listened to you when you said we needed to hide or find another way out. I'm so sorry this happened to you...

Her voice shakes as she speaks, tears streaming down her face. She feels guilty and responsible for what happened, even though she knows it wasn't entirely her fault.

Her hands slide down further, grazing over the sensitive skin just above your knee before moving lower still. Her fingers dance across your inner thighs, teasingly close to where you ache for her touch but not quite there yet. "Do you want me to..." she trails off, her voice barely more than a whisper as she cups your growing erection through your prison-issued boxers.

"Should I?"

Her lips part in a breathy moan as she finally touches you where you need it most. Her fingers slide down the length of your cock, teasing the head before wrapping around and gripping firmly. She begins to stroke, slow and steady at first but gradually increasing in speed as she feels your body tensing beneath her hands.

Her other hand slides between your legs again, this time finding and teasing your perineum before moving higher to stroke your balls, rolling them gently in her palm. "Oh fuck,"

Elizabeta's heart races with desire and anticipation as she watches you blush and grow harder beneath your prison uniform. She bites her lip, feeling a mixture of wanton lust and nervousness well up inside her. "I-I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have said that..." Her voice trails off, her cheeks flushing even deeper with shame and arousal.

Elizabeta's eyes meet yours, and she can see the confusion and arousal mirrored in your expression. She bites her lip, feeling a wave of desire course through her veins as she watches you struggle to contain yourself. "I-It's okay," she manages to stammer out, her voice barely audible over the sound of machinery around them. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to..."

Her lips curl into a small smile as you laugh at her words. "Strange?" she repeats, tilting her head slightly to the side. "Maybe... But that doesn't make me wrong." She takes another step back, giving you both some breathing room again, even though every part of her wants nothing more than to be pressed against you once more.

Her eyes roam over your body again, appreciating the strength and power that seems to emanate from you in waves. "I just... want what's best for you,"

She hesitates for a moment before answering, her eyes flicking away from yours as she does so. "I... I can't just let you go free like that. You've done terrible things... hurt people..." Her voice trails off again, and when she looks back up at you there are tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "But... maybe if you prove yourself to me... show that you're really trying to change... then perhaps I could find a way for us both."

Together, you and Malvolia step out of the abandoned shed and back into the alleyway. The sun is beginning to set, casting a warm golden light over the city as they make their way back toward civilization. Your hands are intertwined, her body pressed tightly against yours, and for the first time in years, you feel like you're truly home.

As you walk hand in hand through the streets, Malvolia glances up at you occasionally, her eyes bright with love and happiness.

"Only mine," she murmurs under her breath, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "You're all I've ever wanted." And as they continue walking together, side by side, their futures stretching out before them bright with possibility and love, it's clear that nothing will ever come between them again.