Prison deal

The hero, having caused a fair amount of trouble, was promptly imprisoned by the city guards.

"How much would it cost to bail him out?" I asked, hoping the amount wouldn’t be too steep.

"Twenty silver," replied the guard at the front gate, his voice flat and uninterested.

Ouch, that’s half of our travel funds.

"Why so much? He did kill the monster, after all," I protested.

"Yeah, but he also damaged several stalls" the guard retorted, clearly unimpressed by my defense. Likely used to people trying to haggle their way out of it and having non of it.

"But he’s the hero! Surely you could turn a blind eye," I pleaded, trying to appeal to the guard’s sense of reason—or maybe sympathy.

"Yeah, and I’m a knight commander," he scoffed, clearly not taking me seriously. "Look, either you pay the bail, or he stays in there until his sentence is over—a month, maybe two."

"Is there any alternative?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice. "Maybe some quests for the city in exchange? He might not look like it, but he's actually quite skilled."

The guard seemed to ponder this for a moment. "Hmm, I don’t know about any city quests, but you might be able to do me a personal favor, and I could put in a good word."

My heart leaped at this glimmer of hope. "Yes, of course. How can I help?" I asked eagerly.

He smirked, leaning in closer. "Yeah, my pants feel kinda tight, if you know what I mean."

I swallowed his implication more than clear to me. With the hero locked up and our funds running low our options were limited. After some hesitation I nodded resigned.

After accepting the deal, I followed him stiffly to a secluded corner of the prison. Kneeling down, I took a deep breath and resigned myself, his rough hands guiding my head as I worked.

(Note: Will later add a description from the guards perspective)

A while later, I approached the cell where the hero was held. "Ah, there you are," I said, trying to sound casual.

He looked up at me, surprise evident on his face. "How did you get in here?"

"I made a deal with the guard," I replied nonchalantly forcing a smile onto my lips.

Suspicion flickered in his eyes, but he shook his head, dismissing the thought. "The priest would never do such a thing," he muttered to himself. "It must have been someone else."

He glanced at me again, his gaze lingering. I just shrugged it off, pretending not to notice there was no way he could have known I told myself.

**An hour earlier:**

In the wall of the hero's cell, there was a small hole which he could peek through to the neighbouring room, likely made by some previous inmate.

He wasn’t sure what was going on but he suddenly heard footsteps and decided to take a peek.

Seing through the hole was a dimmly lit room making it hard to distinguish nevertheless it was clear that some girl was sucking off one of the guardsman.

Bouncing her head up and down on his cock the girl seemed to struggle to take him. Because of how dark it was he couldn’t make out any distinguishing features only their silhouette was clearly visible as the girl struggled a bit when the guard put his hand on her head and **** her down on his cock making her gag and try to push him away but with the girls meagre strength that was a fruitless endeavour. Over the course of the next 20 minutes the guard enjoyed himself using the girls mouth like his personal toy before finally leaving together.

Back in the present, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, the paperwork was finally sorted out. I was relieved that we managed to save some coin; otherwise, we would have been in a real bind.

"How did you get me out?" the hero asked as we walked away from the prison.

"I just told them you were the hero," I said, shrugging. "After some apologizing, they decided to let you go."

"I see. Thanks," he said, though a shadow of doubt crossed his face he shook it of soon after.

“We should go the others are waiting already.”

At least, for now, no one took the hero seriously. Most people believed the prince was the real hero and it will take some time before he gets the acknowledgment he deserves.

I just hope I can avoid the worst of it until then, I thought, still tasting the lingering salty aftertaste on my tongue.

I also noticed that my skirt seemed to have gotten a bit shorter, but thankfully, the hero didn’t seem to notice.