Chapter 55: Finally, A mont of Reprieve
It wasn’t until much later, after reaching the stable area where the wolves rested, that he rembered Luvia, quickly glancing back to find no one there. Though he knew Luvia wouldn’t let this go, he hadn’t heard the last of it.
He soon left the stables, heading to his tent with Galatea.
’I need so rest...’
However, there wasn’t much ti for him to do so.
He needed to prepare the groups, adjust the plans and ensure everyone knew the main goals for when they struck the goblins.
’To take back the village head on, we’d honestly need a bigger force...’
Luka calculated the ti and realised how cruel it could be. With almost four days gone, the main assault could happen in as few as six days. He just hoped that eliminating the goblins and repairing the defensive walls would buy them at least a month, though.
Everything was a race against ti.
"Luka? H-Hey, Luka!"
"Mm?"
He turned to the side, finding Galatea frowning at him; she’d clearly been speaking to him for quite so ti, and he blocked it out.
"S-Sorry, I was busy thinking about the plan for tonight."
"No, I understand you must be exhausted." Galatea’s sharp blue eyes glanced around them before she peeked at him. "Is there nothing I can do to help you?"
’Galatea’s help, huh?’
"How about you share a bed with ...."
"Eh?"
His lips moved before he could think properly.
The experience with Luvia was truly a curse, as his desire for Galatea built up over several decades and even though he emptied his pipes inside the dark elf. Just riding ho together was enough for it to gather again.
Her cheeks reddened slightly, as a warmth enveloped Luka’s abdon, restoring a small amount of the Miasma he’d spent riding ho in this makeshift outfit.
[You have Absorbed Part of Galatea’s Lust]
He observed Galatea, a little shocked that she would react that way.
Though he made a salacious request, there was no rejection; instead, she brushed her silky blonde hair behind her ear and chewed her bottom lip.
Whether she would answer or not, it didn’t an much right now.
Even though his body wanted it, Luka himself needed rest, and so while locked in silence, the pair ca to his tent. His eyes peeked at her face, which remained faintly pink, before quickly stepping into his tent.
"Are you coming?" He asked, before discarding the black miasma clothing from his body, heading to his bed.
’If she follows, then she follows.’
"O-Of course I am!"
Galatea’s heavy plate shuffled and creaked as she followed, before tying the leather flap shut behind her.
Their eyes t for a mont before shifting away.
He lifted the quilt while feeling her glance linger on his body for quite so ti before he slipped inside and closed his eyes.
"L-Luka?" She called out, but he remained silent, trying to sleep.
"H-Hey, this isn’t funny..."
Nothing.
A few seconds passed as she stood in the dark, only a small candle flickering near his bedside table.
"Aren’t you coming? He asked, lifting the quilt and patting the hay covered with several sheets and a thick hide to avoid prickling.
He didn’t notice it until getting back, but after fighting the necromancer, losing his virginity and transforming into another race, Luka was exhausted. His muscles ached, as if soone kept squeezing them; his bones throbbed because of his sudden changes, and another... hot, stifling pressure grew in his lower abdon.
"Mm..."
The female knight humd, slowly removing the heavy armour on her body, letting it slam on the table and dummy beside his bed with a jingling thud.
Then, the soft sound of cotton and fabric sliding against skin flooded Luka’s ears, driving him half mad as he turned away, trying to control the growing mass.
’Damn... why did I have to try to make her shy?’
While he curled with his back turned to her, Galatea stood at the base of the makeshift bed, breathing heavily as she unbuttoned her light gambeson.
Ssss...
’So erotic...’
The sound of her removing the last piece of clothing echoed in his mind.
She slowly lifted the sheet corner while almost panting like a dog, her breath out of control as she slowly slipped inside.
A sudden warmth pressed against his back.
At first, she pulled back, taking a deep breath as if to quell the excitent. But after a few monts, Galatea appeared settled and shifted her body to the side, pressing against him, and her arms wrapped around his chest.
"Y-You can’t go back on your word now, Luka..."
"I wouldn’t dream of it."
"Mmmhm.... sleep... You should sleep, quickly!"
Luka stared in the darkness, every sense in his body focused on his back as two soft globes of flesh pressed against his back, nothing blocking the slightly rubbery tips, no cloth or silk gown, just skin on skin.
He closed his eyes, picturing the breasts squished against his back, comparing them to the only ones he knew well... Luvia’s.
’Her nipples are bigger... but she’s smaller in volu’
However, despite the growing heat in his loins, Luka’s exhaustion soon overwheld him.
The world beca dark, and he drifted off into a deep sleep.
A short while later, the quilt shifted, and Galatea clung to his chest more tightly before extending a hand to his face.
She stroked along his cheek, while slipping her other hand lower... across his abdon, over his pelvic tattoo and finally... tightening around sothing below and started shifting under the sheets.
"You’ve worked hard today, good work~ let
help relieve your exhaustion, Commander."
She took advantage of the darkness to mask her movents. But as much as it seed to her, they carried a strange confidence that didn’t quite match the normally shy Galatea, the sa with her low, raspy voice.
...
Ti waited for no one, even the Creator himself.
A sudden ringing echoed through the camp as Luka shot up from the hay, his body strangely comfortable and surging with energy. There was a slightly sticky sensation between his thighs, but it wasn’t enough to dim his current mood.
"Galatea?"
He tapped the bed beside him, but she was gone.
There was still a feeling of warmth lingering on the sheet, and the lingering hint of her natural odour in the air, which he assud she didn’t leave that long ago.
"Whatever, let’s get up... It’s bright still, so I have so ti."
He slipped from the bed, glancing at the sticky sensation, only to find that part of the sheet looked damp and dark compared to the rest.
"What is that?"
But before he could investigate, the leather flap opened, and a woman stepped inside.
"Hey! It’s ti to get up, Luka!"
Standing at the entrance, with both hands on her hips, wearing a leather tunic and tight pants, a ginger dwarf glared at him with the blinding sunlight behind her; he almost felt she resembled an angel of judgnt.
"Iris, Good morning, what’s wrong?"
She cocked her head to the side, shifting her hand to reveal the heavy axe she used in battle, then raised the corner of her lips.
"Oh, nothing! It’s just the case of my fiancée disappearing in the middle of the night with two won, and after coming back, he runs off with another one!"
’Huh? Is she serious?’
He knew that her affection towards him remained low, or rather, after he fondled Brea’s thighs and teased her, it dropped greatly.
Yet she still kept up this facade...
"We’re not even engaged for real, what does it matter to you?"
His words appeared to strike a chord, as her smile faded and her eyes appeared dull.
"You really don’t understand?"
Iris approached him with slow, careful steps which didn’t break her posture.
He watched as she gripped the handle of her axe, reaching a tre away before her eyes t his again. A second passed, then another... before her lips twisted and she lunged at him with her axe.
Suddenly t with her aggression, he jumped onto the bed and grabbed her arm.
He managed to stop the blow by diverting her force, but the montum continued, and she floated in the air, causing the pair to spin onto the bed with her landing beneath him.
The cover fluttered in the air, landing on the ground, as Luka felt sothing small and a little squishy beneath his palms.
"Hnnn~"
"Wow... so small..."
"Haaaa!?" A moan mixed with an angry grunt reached his ears as the orange-haired beauty lay beneath him, her short hair spread over his makeshift pillow while staring up at him with a strangely absent-minded gaze.
"N-Nothing at all."
"Don’t lie to , you bastard!? Wait... *Sniff* *Sniff*" The dwarf princess pressed her face into the pillow, before snapping back to him with a face twisted further. "Who the hell did you sleep with in this bed!?"
"...."
"I know, I know...! It’s that damn Knight, right? I’m right, aren’t I? I knew the way she glared at
wasn’t normal."
Iris’s green eyes beca duller as she spoke, her hands holding her chest as she ntioned Galatea, calling her fat... or other foul words.
Then, after a short ti of cursing, she looked up at Luka and grabbed his neck with both hands. "Even if you’re going to enjoy sleeping around with filthy dogs. Don’t forget that I am your fiancée... okay?!"
Luka grabbed her wrist and yanked free of her grasp easily.
He then slipped off her body and glanced back.
"Don’t try to force . I am not so toy or plaything for you, Iris Fenix."
The atmosphere beca sharp.
Luka didn’t dislike Iris and even enjoyed her aggressive side.
However, he wouldn’t beco her dog.
He could easily handle this situation without her help and wouldn’t abandon his dignity.
But to his surprise, she didn’t shout back or get angry.
The dwarf princess just stared at him with red cheeks, her little nose flaring as she breathed heavily, before lowering her gaze. That’s when her eyes widened, her mouth dropped, and the red beca pink.
A mont later, she shrieked.
"W-W-Why aren’t you wearing anything down below?!"
Luka could only shrug his shoulders and reach for sothing to wear.
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