The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

"Arrest them! Even that traitorous bastard and his family!"

Elder Lenon barked, his voice dripping with venom. The guards sprang into action, suddenly appearing around Ronali and her family like vultures circling their prey.

Someone roughly hoisted Roland off the ground, his body limp like a ragdoll. The rest of the family looked ready to protest, but Kaisen gave a subtle nod, signaling them to go with the flow.

"Well, at least you guys will be safe when the Dog Tribe comes sniffing around. That's something, right?"

Kaisen's grin was infuriatingly smug, and his words had the desired effect. The fear in the mother's and children's eyes slowly gave way to reluctant acceptance.

The truth was, nobody knew when the Dog Tribe would strike next, but when they did, it wouldn't be pretty.

Those beasts were ruthless, taking anything that breathed back to their den. And nobody wanted to imagine what happened to the poor souls who were captured.

"Umm... guys, somebody arrest me too."

Kaisen said, scratching his head with mock confusion.

Despite the family being seized, not a single guard dared to approach Kaisen. They all stood there, stiff as statues, their eyes wide with terror.

They'd seen what he could do, and none of them were eager to test their luck. It was like they were all thinking the same thing: this human might just decide to use their bones as toothpicks if they got too close.

"Do-don't try anything, you filthy human—" the Chief began, but one icy glare from Kaisen had him swallowing his words like a scolded child. "N-normal human... Th-the elders are powerful enough t-to... uh...

catch you... so just stay still and..."

The Chief's legs were trembling like he was on the verge of pissing himself, but Kaisen just grinned, savoring the fear. With a smirk, he raised his hands above his head in mock surrender.

"Alright, alright. I'll be at the prison if you need me," he purred, winking shamelessly at the elders. "Just let me know when you're ready for that... call."

He took a few casual steps forward, but stopped right beside Luke, who was still reeling from earlier. Kaisen leaned in close and, with a grin that could melt ice, whispered,

"Man, you really need to feed that earthworm of yours. It's lookin' malnourished. Needs some serious protein to grow."

Luke's face went beet red, and the sound of poorly suppressed snickers rippled through the room. Even the cat soldiers, normally stoic, couldn't hold back.

Even Ronali and Rony couldn't help but cover their mouths, stifling their laughter.

Rodalina's cheeks flushed a deep pink, though it wasn't clear if it was from embarrassment or something else entirely.

Hell, even the Chief cracked a smile before quickly turning away.

And so, the lot of them were marched off to the prison, with Kaisen trailing leisurely behind. Naturally, he positioned himself just far enough behind the family to enjoy the view.

After all, Rodalina was swaying in front of him, and he wasn't about to waste an opportunity like that. Every step she took was a little reminder of just how sweet his upcoming "reward" would be.

The simple tunic clung to Rodalina's curves like it was custom-made to show off every bounce and sway of her ass. Her cheeks moved side to side, a hypnotic rhythm that had Kaisen practically drooling.

His eyes were glued to that perfect behind, and every little sway of her sexy tail just made his lust surge higher. His tongue darted out, licking his lips, imagining what it would feel like to grab a handful.

Hell, his pants were already getting tighter just watching her. But he restrained himself—for now. There would be plenty of time for that later.

Oh, he would have her. That was a promise he'd made to himself, and he wasn't one to break promises.

Meanwhile, Rodalina could *feel* the heat of his gaze burning into her ass. It was like his eyes had weight, and the sensation sent a tingle up her spine.

It made her nervous, sure, but at the same time... why was she getting excited? Her heart raced as she became all too aware of how much her hips were swaying.

She tried to walk normally, but somehow her ass just... wiggled more. That made her even more anxious, her breath catching in her throat. Was she doing this on purpose?

'No, of course not.'

She told herself, but a small part of her, deep down, didn't really mind the attention.

She clenched her fists and held her breath, trying to ignore the heat pooling between her thighs. But as Kaisen followed behind her, eyes practically devouring her, she couldn't help but feel a little thrill run through her.

After a few minutes of awkward shuffling, they finally reached the prison cells.

The family was shoved into one cell while Kaisen was tossed into another, with a solid brick wall conveniently keeping them from seeing each other.

This tiny building with only four cells and an office was clearly for "special cases," like this, and soon they'd be sent off to the main prison with the rest of the riff-raff.

Kaisen, of course, was unbothered. In fact, he looked almost too relaxed, like he was lounging in a resort. He knew exactly when he'd make his move—it was all about timing.

"Don't try anything funny, alright? We're watching you."

The chief said, clearly sweating bullets as he locked the cell door, fumbling with his keys like a nervous virgin on prom night.

Kaisen just grinned at him from behind the bars, that mischievous smirk practically radiating, not saying a word. The silence only made the chief's hands shake more.

"You... y-you hear me?"

The chief's voice cracked like he was hitting puberty again, clank, clank, as the keys jingled louder.

"..."

"I-I asked—"

"Nope."

"As I was saying—uh, hmmm... J-Just stay put, alright? We don't want you here, you don't want to be here, we can just get this over with quick and—"

The chief babbled, desperate to keep the situation calm.

He didn't want to see what would happen if Kaisen's smirk disappeared—he really, really didn't want to know.

But before he could finish his shaky speech, Kaisen cut him off again, his voice smooth as silk but loaded with something dangerous.

"Actually..."