Chapter 58: Jail Tail
"Look. The only thing we know is that she asked for you," one of the guards at the entrance of the jail in Cherry Wood informed Michael after asking him several questions.
"..."
"Look, buddy. You don't have to go in there if you don't want to. That's the way it is. Prisoners can ask for people to visit them all they want, but that doesn't mean you have to go see her," the guard at the gate continued informing him.
"No. It's fine. I'll go."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah…"
"Okay, then," the guard at the gate nodded and let him in.
A large wooden door opened up and then barely five seconds after entering the corridor leading to her jail, he began smelling her wonderful and feminine scent.
There was no mistake here…
Maleva's Mother—Marsha, was here.
This was her jail.
"Hunter… Hunter… Hunter… Hunter… Hunter…"
Redheart heard his birth name being chanted to him over and over again by this familiar voice…
It was her.
Her voice came from the end of the room behind these steel bars.
She had been waiting for him.
Expecting him.
Craving him even…
"Why did you ask for me?" Michael asked her with a half-confident tone in his voice.
"Hunter… Hunter… Hunter…" Then, she once again persisted by calling him by his birth name.
"Stop calling me that."
"But it's your real name—whether you want it or not."
"Okay… Why am I here?" he changed the topic back to finding out why he was even here, to begin with.
"I thought we could have a quick one between the bars. Would you like that?" the sexually aggressive MILF thrust almost immediately into that erotic direction, pushing her soft and big tits against the steel bars to try to seduce him.
"How about you tell me what the hell you were doing at the medical clinic a couple of days before we fought instead?" this was seriously, a burning question that he had been having ever since he saw her name on the register back at the clinic when he was there with Maleva.
He had to know what she was doing there on that day.
"Why does it matter?" she asked him.
"You were at the clinic. I need to know why."
"Very well. If that interests you so much…" She moved even closer toward the bars of her cell. One of the bars went right between her breasts as she attempted to keep a decently normal conversation with him. As if that was truly her intention. "I remember going there not too long ago to run a test. Why?" she finally opened up a bit about it, even though, she didn't have to.
A test?
"What kind of test… Are you okay…?" now, he almost felt bad for her. That was the kind of person Michael was empathic, even to people who didn't deserve it.
"You are so curious. My God."
"I guess I am…" He peered at the floor.
"Ah! It was a fertility test," she revealed to him.
"A fertility test?"
"Yeah. At my age, that's something that I was worried about. I am thinking about having more kids one day… Soon… And for that, I have to be fertile, right?"
"..."
"So, I guess your next question is how the test concluded and if I am fertile enough to have more kids or not, right?" Marsha could already tell that he had this burning question lurking around behind his lips.
Well, I wouldn't say that she reads my mind, but she certainly knows what I want to ask, I guess that's kind of obvious of me, though…. Hum… Yes. I want to know if she's still fertile. She mentioned that she was going to have babies because of me since I came inside her back in the woods during our battle, but I mean… Was she joking? Was she not even fertile to begin with?
…
"I… need to know if you'll become pregnant because of me…" he whispered to her with a hesitant tone in his voice.
Marsha chuckled.
"The answer…"
Knock! Knock! Knock!
However, right before she could finish her sentence, guards outside hardly hit the door behind Michael.
"Time's up!" then, one of these two guards was heard.
Time was, indeed, up, unfortunately.
"Are you kidding me? I have only been in there for five minutes or so?" Michael raged at the guards as he couldn't believe that his time was up already.
"Come on, guys, give him a few more minutes…" Marsha seductively recommended them. Her erotic and mature voice easily reached their ears on the other side of that thick door.
…
"Alright. Very well. You have two more minutes, then…" One of the two guards ultimately caved, and two more minutes were allowed, leaving him to sigh in sheer relief.
"Good…"
"So, as I was saying…"
"Yes…" Michael was eager to find out if she was still fertile or not…
"... The answer is… Yes."
Is it? That means…
"I am still quite a fertile woman. Even at my age. That's what the doctor said, anyway."
"And I recently…"
"You recently emptied your big and lovely balls inside me. That means I might get pregnant because of you. Good job, Hunter," Marsha, the MILF of his wildest dreams, congratulated him, clapping her hands.
"But at least, if this was the price I had stopped to take you down, so be it! I stopped you. We stopped you. All of us together. You're behind bars now. The shadow werewolf is no more," Michael pointed out to her, smiling for the first time since he stepped into the jail.
"Hunter… Hunter… Hunter… Hunter… Are you certain of that?"
What does she mean?
"What do you think will happen the next time I shift?" she asked him.
"Uh!"
She's right! As a wolf, nothing can stop her from leaving this… Cage…
"I am considerate enough to stay here a while to give you props and respect the fact that you defeated me, but make no mistake, I won't be here forever. I am merely charging my batteries for a short while. Once the next full moon comes about, I'll have more than enough strength to transform again and get out of here. Trust me, Hunter. Now, how about a little kiss to celebrate the fact that I am still fertile and that you made me pregnant, um…?" Marsha darkly attempted to seduce him again with the most erotic voice she could pull off, and erotic it was.
Hunter fell for her once more.