Page 40 of Aurelian Prisoner

We've worked closely with Inspector Haratar for decades now. In fact, he was the one who guided us throughout our careers with Aurelian Law Enforcement – from when we were just new recruits, fresh from our hundred years of service in the Aurelian Army, to the trained and experienced officers we are today.

Inspector General Haratar honed our raw steel into a fine blade. We owe everything to him.

On screen, the Inspector clears his throat. Haratar stands tall and proud, with a pure white mustache that illustrates his senior age. I've never seen the man out of his crisply-pressed Law Enforcement uniform – and today is no exception.

Hell, when the Inspector’s not at work, I half imagine him to spend his days in his luxurious manor fully dressed in that same uniform, just waiting for an update on one of the many hundreds of cases he’s responsible for.

Many joke that Haratar is mated to his job. In fact, he took only three human women into his harem, which lends credence to that suggestion. Most Aurelians take hundreds of willing human women into their harems by the time they’ve reached his age.

Like most Aurelians, Haratar has never found his Fated Mate. Perhaps he still will, one day – but by now, he must be facing the inevitable truth that he’ll probably live out the rest of his centuries and die without ever tasting the greatest thing an Aurelian can experience – the touch of their one, true, destined partner.

The Inspector looks up at us.

"Daccia. Hadrian. Kitos. You look healthy and well. I see you did not use theentirebudget I’d assigned. Good work.” He pauses. “Youdidsecure the prisoner, correct?"

"Yes,” Daccia nods. “She’s in the punishment brig."

"The punishment brig? Not the regular prisoner’s quarters? Why? What did she do?"

Daccia snorts bitterly. "She had an implant, Inspector. She knocked out our Orb-Drive. We'll now be spending twenty-five standard days getting back to Colossus."

By a strange twist of fate, the days of Old-Earth and those of Colossus, the Aurelian home world, are similar in length to within just ten minutes. This is why we use it as a measure of time across all Aurelian-governed worlds.

Inspector Haratar considers Daccia's words. He taps his fingers against his desk – the same habit Daccia has picked up from watching him.

“Twenty-five days,” the Inspector muses, “alonewith her.” His imperious face hardens. “You can only keep her in the punishment brig for fourteen days – unless she violates some other ordinance.”

“We’re aware of that, sir.”

The Inspector’s eyes narrow.

“You know her weapons, of course."

I stand to my full height. The only man in the world I want to be proud of me is Inspector Haratar. Everyone else in the ranks tends towards stuffy bureaucracy or political maneuvering, tied with inflexible tradition. Inspector Haratar, on the other hand, is a man dedicated to the rule of law. He’s the only man in charge who’d be so blunt and honest as to bring up the risk Allie poses.

The risk of dishonor at her hands.

"You’ve read her file. You know what she did to those Elites. Allie Tabber’s weapon is that sweet cunt between her legs. She'll doeverythingshe can to take control of you…

“…but we’re not weak-willed beasts, sir,” Daccia interrupts. “Wewillbring her back to you."

Haratar nods. "Good. The triad she fooled deserved to lose everything. They shouldn’t have let their guard down and allowed a con-artist to take their wealth. Their mistake eroded trust in the Aurelian governance, and they had to be made examples of…”

The Inspector takes a deep breath.

“…but – that being said – they were notbadmen. She ruined them, and she must be punished.” His eyes narrow. “Good luck on your journey. Give me weekly updates on your status."

Updates weekly?

This means Haratar feels the need to be reassured that we didn't lose control – that we didn’t violate the law and mate with our prisoner.

The Inspector’s doubt in us stings…

…but, given how I’m constantly imagining having that gorgeous little slut bent over my lap, spanking her gorgeous, round ass with my huge hand… Making herbegto suck my cock…

Well, given how my body reacts with involuntaryneedfor her, I can hardly blame the Inspector. This will be a torturous twenty-five days of travel.

Kitos stands. "We will not fail you, Inspector Haratar. Shewillbe brought to you…” He pauses, before reluctantly adding: “…untouched."

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