Chapter 73: Foolish Redemption

Chapter 73: Foolish Redemption

I veered into a small cavern cut jaggedly into the stone, a forgotten nook where the air grew even thicker, stagnant and warm from the earth’s hidden heat.

The walls glistened with moisture that trickled down in rivulets, pooling at our feet in shallow, muddy slicks that squelched under my boots.

The space was barely big enough for two, the ceiling low and oppressive, forcing a sense of intimacy that felt like being swallowed whole. The faint echo of our footsteps bounced back at us like mocking whispers.

The correctional officer froze behind me, his metal jaw glinting coldly in the light, a grotesque fusion of flesh and iron that clicked faintly with each clench of his teeth.

Oh, look at him, all stiff and suspicious, like a dog sniffing out a trap—time to play the damsel, Loona, make it convincing, I mused, a comedic twist curling my lips as I turned to face him.

He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing into slits that bored into me like drills, impatience radiating off him in waves hot enough to rival the cavern’s steam.

"Just spit it out already. You drag me out here for what—some kinda joke?" He growled, his voice a gravelly rasp distorted by that metal jaw of his, the words clipping off with a mechanical edge that sent a shiver down my spine, and not entirely from fear.

The metallic tang of his breath wafted over like rusted iron mixed with stale tobacco. I sauntered closer, my hips rolling like a tavern dancer mid-song, skirt swishing to tease the curve of my ass, locking eyes with a smirk that screamed fuck me now.

"Oh please," I purred, voice dripping honeyed venom, leaning in so close that my breath ghosted his inner-ear, "You already know what I’m after. I mean gods, I could practically smell your cock from across the cavern—thick, musky, begging to split me open. Why play games when we both know you wanna ram it down my throat till I choke?"

His eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck like lava under ash, but he fought back hard, shoving me away with a meaty palm to my shoulder. The force slammed me back a step, boots skidding in the muddy puddle beneath me.

"The fuck you think you are, you little whore?" He snarled, stepping forward to tower over me, his fists balling like hammers ready to swing. "I’m sick of your goddamn tricks. Every fuckin’ day, meddling like a rat in the grain, stirring shit with that smart mouth o’ yours."

The scent of his rage bloomed sharp and acrid, mixing with the cavern’s damp rot to choke the air. I laughed, low and filthy, not even bothering to flinch.

Instead, my hands began sliding up my thighs to hike my skirt higher, exposing the lace panties clinging damp to my bussy, already leaking slick that darkened the fabric in a teasing little stain.

He blinked down at me. "You just can’t help yourself, can you?"

"Oh, don’t flatter me," I purred, taking a step closer until I could see my reflection in the polished metal of his jaw. "I can help myself—I just find it terribly boring."

His hand twitched toward the whip at his belt. "One day that mouth’s gonna to get you killed."

"Darling, if that were true, I’d have died mid-sentence years ago." I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "Tell me—does it ever get exhausting? All that righteous posturing, all that pretending you’re not dying to do something reckless?"

He gritted his teeth. "You’re testing me."

"I’m grading

His eyes narrowed to slits. "Keep talking and I’ll—"

"What?" I cut in, stepping so close our breath mingled. "Write me up? Lecture me on morality? Or maybe—just maybe—you’ll finally stop pretending you don’t like this game as much as I do."

That did it. His hand shot out, gripping my wrist, rough and trembling. I saw the war in his eyes—the one between duty and whatever dangerous curiosity simmered beneath it.

I smiled, slow and wicked. "There it is," I whispered. "A little honesty at last."

Before he could find the words to deny it, I lunged forward again, grabbing his uniform’s collar and yanking him down, forcing my lips into his.

Our mouths collided—not a kiss so much as a clash, a defiant, breath-stealing meeting of heat and fury. The taste of iron and salt flooded between us, his breath sharp with surprise, mine laced with laughter I couldn’t quite swallow.

For a single heartbeat the world narrowed to that messy, electric contact—the scrape of fabric, the shock of skin, the sheer audacity of it—before he pulled back with a guttural "Grah," his face twisted in fury.

And yet I saw the crack—the way his cock tented his pants like a steel rod straining chains. Gods, it was almost cute. "Aww, look at how cute it is, all eager and trapped, ready to tear me apart. Have you been feeding it properly?"

He snarled at me. I grinned back at him. However, before I could say another word, his hand shot to my throat, fingers crushing like iron vices, squeezing till stars burst behind my eyes.

My pulse thundered under his thumb as he slammed me against the wall, the jagged stone biting into my back with a scraping grind that tore at my blouse.

His body pressed into mine like a conqueror claiming spoils, his metal jaw scraping my cheek with icy menace. "You fuckin’ asked for it, slut," he growled as his free hand began yanking his pants down in a frantic tangle, freeing his throbbing cock with a wet slap to my stomach before he began to tear at my own clothes.

When at last I was laid bare, I began to giggle, high and teasing, even as his cock—gods, a monstrous, veined beast, flushed purple and leaking pre-cum like a faucet—rammed deep into my guts with one brutal shove.

The stretch split me wide, his girth punching my walls apart, flooding me with hot, pulsing fullness till I felt him nudge at my very core, pre-cum squirting inside like molten sin.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, gasping for air as he began to move. "Oh fuck, now that’s more like it."

He pounded into me without mercy, hips jackhammering with wet little faps that echoed like thunder in the cavern, each thrust churning my insides into a frothy slurry as his precum leaked out around his shaft in creamy rivulets that splattered his balls and puddled on the floor.

The air thickened with the obscene reek of sweat, musk, and my tart arousal, so filthy it clung to my tongue like depraved nectar.

I giggled louder, teasing through gasps, "That’s it, officer—fuck me like you hate me."

His grunts turned animalistic, drool flecking from his lips to drip hot on my chest, but then, all of a sudden, he pulled out with a wet pop, leaving me twitching and clenching at nothing.

"Ah—!"

I glanced back to smirk over my shoulder before lifting one leg high in a perfect vertical split, my bussy fully exposed to the chill air, leaking his precum like a ruined chalice dribbling sacred wine down a desecrated altar.

He froze, eyes locked on my gaping hole, the torchlight from the cavern beyond glinting off the slick mess.

Gods, my bussy was practically begging for more, convulsing like a hungry beast, making me shiver deep and full-bodied.

"Shit... why are you so fucking tight?" He groaned, gripping his cock hard, veins bulging under his fist as he stroked once, pre-cum oozing from the slit in a fat glob that plopped to the floor.

"Go on, be a big boy and shove it in for me."

He snarled but obeyed nonetheless, gripping his shaft tighter before shoving himself straight between my thighs, the fat head of his cock spearing through my guts, sliding hot and slick along my g-spot until his hips slammed into the smooth of my balls.

My cock stiffened rock-hard between us as he buried himself deep in my filth. He gripped my leg like a trophy, hoisting it higher, and began pounding into the gap, cock pistoning furiously, the wet schlick of flesh on flesh filling the air.

I put on my best smirk, eyes half-lidded in slutty bliss, the pure image of seduction as I planted my foot straight into his face mid-thrust, toes splaying against his nose.

The arch of my foot pressed firm to smother him in my sweaty scent—salty, earthy, laced with mine dust and arousal, so pungent it made his eyes roll back in his head.

He moaned like a dying man, a guttural "mmph" vibrating through my sole, huffing deep into my toes. His nostrils flared, tongue darting out to lap at the ball of my foot with a few sloppy slurps, drool cascading down my arch in warm rivers.

Gripping my leg tighter, he indulged like a wild beast, his cock swelling thicker as he melted into my scent. Oh fuck, he’s sniffing me like a drug—how pathetic, I thought to myself as drool began spilling from my lips in slick strands, splattering the cool stone below.

I bit my lip hard, tasting copper as I egged him on, voice husky and coaxing. "That’s it, sniff your whore’s sweaty toes—cum for me, flood my ass with that hot load of yours, you filthy fucking pig!"

To my utter amusement, the man began oinking at me—a ridiculous, guttural snort that rumbled from his chest like a barnyard beast gone feral.

"I—oink—fuck, I can’t... I need you!" He grunted between snorts as tears began leaking down the side of his face, voice cracking with desperate release.

He stuffed his nose deeper between my toes, giving one last, shuddering sniff—the sound echoing like a vacuum in the cavern, his whole body quaking—before practically exploding.

His cock erupted in thick, bubbling ropes that blasted between my thighs, scalding cum painting my insides white, overflowing to gush down my leg in creamy cascades.

Gods, the flood was practically endless, the musky stench of his cum filling the air so thick that I nearly had to cover my nose to block out the scent.

I gripped the wall harder instead, nails scraping the stone, whimpering and whining under his oppressive release. "Arugh~! Fuck yes!" I cried as I felt my own cock stiffen to bursting, spurting a creamy little arc that jetted out, landing to the right of us with a wet splat on the stone.

The pearly puddle of my mess began steaming faintly in the chill. Gods, what a fucking load, I thought to myself, toes curling involuntarily as he pulled away from my sweaty foot, tongue trailing for one last lick.

He yanked his cock free, the withdrawal making my bussy spurt an arc of cum that trailed thick down my leg in gooey rivers, pooling at the base of my foot. He collapsed right to the floor, a heaving, broken mess, pants around his ankles, cock flopping limp and filthy, tears mixing with the sweat on his face.

Without a second thought, I gathered my shredded clothing, fitting it on the best I could—skirt torn and cum-stained, clinging sticky to my hips, my blouse hanging in rags that barely hid my chest, the mess between my legs squelching with every shift as I fit my panties back on.

"Ugh, look at this goddamn disaster you made," I groaned, wiggling my hips to smear the thick, gooey cum deeper into the lace, "your filthy load’s practically glued my thighs together—hope you’re proud of yourself."

I sighed, watching as he heaved on the floor, the poor fool. However, as I passed him to leave, he grabbed at my leg, fingers desperate on my calf, begging hoarse, "W-wait... don’t... I-I—"

I paused, smirking down at his wrecked form before nudging my boot playfully against his cock. "Just spit it out already, you metal-mouthed mess—ain’t got all day to cradle your balls."

He gurgled once, a pathetic sound that might’ve passed for words if I were feeling charitable, then forced them out in pieces. "I—I know what you’re planning," he rasped, eyes wild and alarmingly clear. "You’re planning to escape aren’t you?"

I froze then. "That’s a terribly bold assumption," I said, voice light, a melody strung over glass. "You must be braver than you look... or stupider. Careful, officer, curiosity gets people killed in these pits, and I’ve been told I’m rather creative about it." I stepped closer, letting the torchlight spill across my smirk, but the humor didn’t quite reach my eyes. Somewhere beneath the practiced poise, a pulse of unease tapped against my ribs.

He didn’t flinch. Instead, he lowered his gaze, the defiance in him leaking away like air from a punctured lung. "Let me help you," he murmured. "I’ll cover for you. I’ll make it seem as if you were never here."

I blinked, once, twice, then barked out a laugh so loud it echoed through the stone. I laughed until my ribs hurt, until I had to wipe away tears that were equal parts amusement and disbelief.

"Oh, Saints preserve me—you’re not serious, are you?" I said between giggles. "You? Help me? You can’t even manage your own temper, darling. Why the sudden switch up?"

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, the man just... sank, his hands bracing against the floor as if the weight of the years finally decided to crush him all at once.

He nodded once, solemn as a child promising not to tell a terrible secret. "I’m tired," he said, the words falling like gravel. "Promotion, oversight, the same damn rounds, the same damn faces—some days I wake and can’t remember why I signed up to be the man who carries the keys. Smashing others heads in for amusement, pretending it’s just part of the job to keep the boredom at bay, it’s killing me...gods damn it..."

I paused, letting his words sink into the air between us before he continued. "Please, just let me do this...maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to forgive myself." He looked up then, eyes raw and pleading.

I barely listened to the sermon. I was fiddling with my ear the way a bored child plucks at loose threads on a coat.

"I hate people like you," I said suddenly.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, come on, cut the crap. It’s people like you, ones who swing power like a hammer, crushing lives for a chuckle, then come crawling for redemption when the mirror shows the monster staring back that piss me off the most."

I paced slowly, my voice rising as he lowered his head further, defeat etching deeper lines into his face.

"Redemption’s a myth for fools. You can’t wash away the blood with tears, but hey, if covering for us eases your conscience, who am I to stop you? Just don’t expect a thank you card."

I began to stroll away from him then, before stopping short of the entrance, my grin curling back to my lips. "I’ll keep this sealed between us—no blabbing to your buddies or the Warden. Consider it our dirty little secret."

The officer nodded silently, his head still lowered in defeat, not daring to say another word as the shadows swallowed him from behind. I emerged into the main cavern, the distant clang of mining picks greeting me like old friends, my smirk curling wider despite the ache between my legs.

A quick glance around revealed that my crew had vanished, just as planned. "Alright, time to catch up," I muttered to myself.

Yet even still, the officer’s shattered face and that whole shitshow lingered in my mind like a bad hangover—the farce of survival, all tears, thrusts, and twisted atonement, gnawing at me like a debt I never asked to owe.

"Damn it all... I guess even monsters deserve a mirror to see their own scars."

With a final, defiant toss of my hair, I melted into the shadows, a phantom chasing the echo of a promise, the whispered hymn of freedom calling me home through the bones of the earth.