Luka lay beneath Galatea, pinned to the bed. In her excitement, she locked him in place between her muscular hips. The tightness doubled the moment Gerard entered the tent, forcing him to struggle against her seductive thighs.
'I can feel every inch of her skin against mine, what a bizarre, yet amazing feeling.'
Unadulterated lust flooded his mind despite the powerful muscles crushing his waist.
Thanks to the thin material of his pants and the fact that she was naked beneath her night gown. He could feel her delicate softness pressing against his raging lance. Her slight movements stimulated them both as they enjoyed each other's lower body.
If not for this, Luka might've fallen to the pain.
The pleasure vanished when the old knight rushed at them with his sword drawn.
Only then did she finally release him.
After a short conversation, Gerard left to get Vaun and prepare the meeting room.
While sitting together, Galatea noticed him struggling and, begrudgingly, offered to help calm him with her mouth, kneeling between his knees.
...
"Ueeeeeh.... Ngh... Uggh.... It's so slimy and sweet.... Ueeep..."
Galatea covered her mouth, gagging as she lifted herself from the floor and climbed onto Luka's body. The subtle scent of honey and protein lingered on her breath each time she spoke.
As a divine being, his taste was more palatable than a mortal's, however, because of his immense virility and the difference in lifeforce. The texture became extremely viscous and stringy, and triple the amount of a normal human male.
He watched her lick the roof of her mouth, cleaning the translucent shimmer from her lips with an aggressive snort.
"Well, it seems he was planning for you to become my woman anyway."
"Shut up!"
Thud!
"Ugh, I can still taste it!"
"You seemed quite happy when it happened."
He recalled her happily guzzling it down while staring up at him with glistening eyes.
"Luka de Babylon!"
Her shout shattered the beautiful image in his mind.
Galatea slapped Luka's chest before climbing off him and searching for water and something to wear. After their intimacy, she became self-conscious and held the hem of her dress over her plump bottom to avoid letting him see anything.
But it didn't work.
'This life is pretty good.'
Luka leaned back, exposing himself with unfastened pants, watching Galatea slowly slide a pair of delicate black panties over her plump buttocks.
'Being an Angel is nothing compared to these intense emotions!'
"D-Do you have to watch!?" She hissed and kicked a small cushion at his face.
"How can I not watch such a divine spectacle?"
"What divine spectacle?"
"Your ass."
"Luka!!"
Galatea was angry for real, throwing all sorts of things at him, until he climbed off the bed. She paused, her eyes lingering below his waist for a moment. She bit her lip, dragging it slowly as if entranced. But then quickly shook her head.
"W-Why is it still big? I'm not doing that again, so hurry and fasten your pants!"
"Alright, alright."
The two spent a short time bickering like an old married couple as Luka adjusted himself, unable to calm himself, he just tucked it under his waistband.
Galatea glanced at him but quickly turned away, her cheeks reddening. "T-That'll do for now, so are you going to tell me about your plans before we go?"
Luka shrugged, adjusting his coat before stepping beside her at the entrance.
"There's nothing big to tell. I plan to take those with a strong heart, able to accept a few things that most wouldn't and only those who can fight. Nothing more, nothing less."
He spoke with a nonchalant atmosphere, but couldn't fool Galatea.
"What about that slut?"
Of course, she asked about the dark elf, and Luka didn't hesitate for a second.
"She's coming."
"W-What!? Why?"
Galatea's shout echoed through the dark encampment, but Luka ignored her question and led the way to Gerard's tent. He peeked at the upset knight beside him, wearing a loose white blouse and tight black pants.
"Don't get so angry, it's final."
"..."
Her eyes narrowed like blades, glaring at him as they entered the tent.
A familiar face watched the pair entering the tent from behind and drew closer. Her face illuminated in the torchlight.
It was Brea from Amol Village.
...
Inside the tent, Gerard had put quite a bit of effort into cleaning it up. A massive wooden table, enough for six or seven people, sat in the centre. He tucked his bedroll in the corner with a small desk full of rolled parchment and paper nearby.
"Oh, My Lord, Galatea, you both arrived?" Gerard called them heartily.
He alternated his gaze between them, shifting his beard as he focused on Luka.
"My lord, Vaun will be here in a few minutes."
"No problem, you've done well to clean the room and prepare."
"Ah, thank you, Lord." He paused for a moment, then asked. "Would you like a drink? I've fetched some cool evening water from the well."
The situation was a little awkward for Luka, too. He'd just enjoyed and flooded the mouth of this old knight's dear granddaughter with his seed. "Not for now, I think Galatea might require a drink more than I."
Immediately, the quiet, fierce yellow cat hissed once again.
"Be silent, Luka!"
But he wasn't alone this time and had a powerful ally on his side.
"Galatea de Alverain, is that any way to speak to your Lord as a knight?!"
Galatea's body shook after being shocked by her grandfather. Her eyes darted between Luka and the old knight with a look of disbelief. There was a slight flicker in her eyes as she lowered her head and took the water.
"Understood, Grandfather."
She then turned to Luka, a face without the usual emotions or playful smirk.
"I apologise for the transgression, your Lordship."
'Ah... I went too far.'
Luka shook his head, regretful of losing himself to this giddy, light-headed feeling that had lingered ever since he left the Dark elf and entered Galatea's tent. The rush made him feel invincible, that he could do anything without consequence.
But now it was time to calm down and return to normal.
He took a deep breath, trying to discard the dark, lustful and misguiding thoughts from his mind and focused on the situation.
'Though it's fine to let loose occasionally, I cannot become unwound.'
"It is I who should apologise, Galatea."
Her eyes stared into his the moment he spoke, her swollen lips a clear sign of what they'd done together earlier.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and gently caressed it.
"I am the one in the wrong, because you've done your duties perfectly."
Then leaned closer, grazing the tip of her earlobe with his lips as he whispered. "As both my woman and knight."
Galatea's cheeks immediately burned red, her pupils shrinking and dilating as she struggled to mask her emotions. Her brows furrowed as she frowned, but it looked more like a glowing smile. "T-Thank you," She replied with a mosquito's hum.
'Is it this easy?'
Unaware of his bonus due to the extreme levels of charm and his history with Galatea, Luka took this kind of reaction for granted. He then remembered the dark elf and shook his head once again, forcing his thoughts to become balanced.
'No, this was just lucky, because Galatea is so forgiving.'
While interacting with Galatea away from the table, Vaun stealthily entered the tent, wrapped in a dark green mantle and a large hood that covered his entire body.
He glanced around the room, and when he found Luka and Gerard, he immediately announced himself.
"Vaun, stalwart bow of his lordship has arrived!"
Luka's lips twitched, but he followed up and headed back to the table while holding his hand out to Galatea's out of sight. The female knight refused for a moment as if nervous before taking his hand and squeezing it tight as their fingers interlocked.
"Vaun, that getup is quite becoming. I wonder if you've any spare?"
He imagined a massive group of rangers that worked for him in the shadows, both skilled in archery and assassination, with their emblem painted on the back. Instead of Heaven's dawn, he would give it the name Heaven's fall.
"Uhm, I don't have spares, but I believe we can make them with no issues."
"Oh, you made this yourself?" Gerard joined in holding the thick cloth between his fingers, "Such a coarse outer layer yet so smooth inside..."
"Okay, let's get the meeting started. There isn't enough time to admire clothing." Luka clapped his hands and sat in the head seat with Galatea beside him. Still holding each other's hands tightly beneath the table.
'Oh, she seems to like this.' He thought as she stroked the back of his hand and drew little patterns and shapes.
"Nobody followed you, right?"
"No way, Sire!"
"Alright, so we're going to discuss the recapture of Amol Village. Listen to my thoughts and plan before you jump in with your complaints and fears..."
...
Meanwhile, outside the tent, Brea's eyes opened wide at Luka's words, and she immediately turned and dashed back to the outer zone.
Unable to keep her calm, she muttered in urgency.
"I have to tell the Princess!"