[SOUTH GATE]

The South Gate loomed before Cassia, its wooden portcullis open. A single bored looking guard leaned against the archway. Few people passed through this time of the day.

She was ten paces from the city when a hand closed around her arm.

"And where do you think you're going, omega?"

Cassia turned sharply. The futa guard she noticed earlier held her with a grip that was quite unshakeable. Her uniform bulged over her alpha cock. A Duotis at least, maybe even a Trestius.

"Into the city," Cassia said, pulling her arm free. "I have business."

The futa guard laughed, a low, rumbling sound. "Academy regulations, sweetheart. Students are only permitted to pass through these gates on weekends. The guard's eyes traveled down Cassia's body with slow deliberation, lingering on the curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts beneath her tunic. "Pretty thing, aren't you?"

Cassia felt her hackles rise. "I need to leave."

"Need?" The guard stepped closer, close enough that Cassia caught the scent of leather and sweat. The guard's voice dropped to a conspiratorial murmur. "Tell you what. You're easy on the eyes. Real easy." Her hand drifted to the front of her own uniform, fingers tracing the outline of her alpha cock. "You get on your knees and suck my cock, really work for it, and I might just let you through."