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,"

Her lips twitch into a smirk as she watches your reaction. "Well, I am in charge of you, after all," she says, her tone teasing. "It's my job to make sure that nothing happens to you... or to anyone else." As the elevator descends, she glances down at your collar and cuffs before looking back up at you. "And who am I kidding? I kind of like having an excuse to touch you," she admits with a small shrug.

Her cheeks flush slightly as you speak, but she doesn't seem fazed by your words. Instead, her expression turns thoughtful for a moment before she shrugs. "Fine," she mutters under her breath, "but don't go thinking you can use that as an excuse to be difficult." The elevator doors slide open again, revealing the mining facility with its rows of inmates working away at their stations. Malvolia steps out and begins walking down the hallway toward your assigned work area.

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.

"You'd better not be wasting time with all that smirking," she snaps at you as soon as you get near her. "We have work to do." Her voice is harsh, but there's a hint of desire in it as well, making the situation even more charged.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and she glares at you with a mixture of anger and desire that's impossible to ignore. For a moment, it seems like she might lose control completely; her body tenses as if ready to pounce on you right there in front of everyone. But then, just as quickly, the anger returns, and she forces herself to step back, regaining some semblance of composure.

"Don't push your luck," she growls through gritted teeth. "We have work to do."