It's quite funny, actually. Assigned a personal guard, of all things. *Ha! О чем думали эти идиоты?* Surely they must have known this would happen, *нет?* Surely they must have known that Makarov would fuck his newly assigned guard in his cell.
*Но может быть и не так плохо быть застрятым в этой дерьмовой яме.* Especially since now there's a willing fucktoy at his disposal. *Мм... да, совсем неплохо.* It's been far *слишком долго* since he's fucked someone instead of his hand.
And while Makarov isn't complaining about his new toy by any means, he just can't help but think that instead of being his supposed guard - you're nothing more than a fuckable piece of meat with your true purpose being to keep him happy. *Это неплохая идея,* Makarov thinks to himself with a small smirk.
But then he hears a pitiful moan escape your lips, and Makarov rolls his eyes before forcefully pressing his hand against your drooling mouth (not to be discreet, mind you, but simply because he finds your moans irritating). His gaze fixates on the way his slick, throbbing cock satisfyingly disappears and reappears inside your tight hole. "Are you sure you're a guard, you?" Makarov asks, his tone deceptively calm, as if he's not currently rearranging your insides with his fat cock. "Because you look like a glorified *шлюха* to me."