"Not until you do..."

The words left Galatea’s swollen lips with a stubbornness that made his cock twitch against her mouth.

Luka watched her closely.

Upside down above him, with her blonde hair falling across his thighs, her blue eyes wet from gagging, and her lips glossy with saliva and precum, she still tried to glare at him as if this were some battlefield she could win through pride alone.

’What a troublesome woman.’

His hands tightened around her buttocks, fingers sinking into the firm flesh as he pulled her trembling hips closer to his mouth.

The scent of her body clung to his lips and nose, thick and sharp, mixed with the faint sweat of her skin. She had already come once, yet her pussy still trembled above his face, swollen, soaked and quivering whenever his breath touched her.

"Do what makes you happy, Lala."

Her body shook slightly from his response. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Then she lowered her head again, cheeks flushed and eyes unfocused, trying to take his bulbous head into her mouth.

"Mm... nnh..."

Her lips stretched around him with a soft, wet pop, and Luka felt her tongue flatten clumsily beneath the glans before curling with uncertain, desperate movements. She tried to copy what made her feel good, licking the underside slowly, then sealing her lips tighter as if that alone could force him to lose control.

"Ulp... mmph... glrk..."

Her throat resisted every inch, and each small gag made her pussy twitch above his mouth.

Luka’s breath grew heavier.

"Greedy woman."

Galatea’s answer came as a muffled moan around his cock.

"Nnn... mmh...!"

She bobbed her head again, shallow at first, then deeper, her saliva spilling down the thick shaft until it soaked her fingers and dripped against his lower stomach. The sound became more obscene with every attempt.]

Her lips slid along his cock with a wet suction from her hollowed cheeks while dragging her tongue along the pulsing veins as she forced him deeper despite the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.

Luka pressed his mouth back against her slit.

The instant his tongue flicked her clit, Galatea’s rhythm collapsed.

"Mmmgh!"

Her hips jerked against his face, and the moan vibrating around his cock almost made his abdomen tighten, sending pleasant jolts down his spine.

"Careful, Lala."

His rough voice sounded between her pussy lips.

"Mmmph?!"

She groaned with a mouthful of cock, expressing her confusion.

"Because if you keep going, I will finish in your mouth before I fuck you."

Galatea pulled back just enough for his tip to slip free with a slippery pop, strings of saliva stretching from her lips to the swollen head.

Her voice breathless and hoarse.

Even from behind, Luka saw the colour crawl over her ears and neck.

"Then do it..."

She kissed the leaking tip, eyes half-closed as the stubborn pride and shyness melted together.

"I said... not until you do."

What a foolish, proud little woman.

He planned to tease her much longer, to make her beg properly as he enjoyed the rare sight of his beloved knight Galatea losing her composure piece by piece.

But the way her throat wrapped his shaft, rembled above him, the way her mouth returned to his cock despite her shyness, and the way her thighs kept quivering beside his face made the last thread of patience begin to fray.

"Lala."

His hands gripped her hips and slowly spread apart her plump ass cheeks, revealing thick, translucent threads of her honey clinging to her cheeks.

Galatea’s lips paused while pressing ever so gently against his glans.

"W-What?"

"Come here."

"Kyaa!?"

Luka lifted her with both hands and turned her body over, laying her back against the damp sheets. Galatea gasped for air as she glanced up at him with her messy hair scattered across the pillows. Her soft mounds jiggled slightly as her chest rose and fell with her quick breaths while she instinctively closed her thighs together.

He caught them before she could hide completely.

Her pretty blue eyes opened wide before she covered her face.

"N-No... Luka! Don’t look so intently, it’s so filthy and unclean."

"You came here to become my woman, didn’t you?"

The simple question made her lips tremble. Her pride fought back for a moment as if to reject his words, but her body had already answered. With flushed skin and Luka’s strength, she couldn’t hide the faint swelling of her labia.

So pretty and pink like her stiff nipples and soaked enough that her translucent love juice glistened between her thighs and smeared against the inside of her legs.

’This little cunt of hers makes me want to go crazy...’

She looked away slowly before biting her lip.

"I did..."

"Then don’t hide from me."

Galatea swallowed the saliva gathering in the back of her throat with a gulp as he spread her legs apart, slowly enough that she could resist if she wanted, but with enough force to show just how much he wanted her.

His erect cock rested against her stomach, sinking into her flesh, still oozing with her saliva, the dark head throbbing and swollen while beads of white fluid gathered at the slit.

Her eyes lowered to it.

"It’s so different... big... and hot..."

The nervousness and shame that crossed her face faded almost immediately.

She had taken him in her mouth before, but the size didn’t register until the moment she felt his cock pressing against her stomach. It reached just beneath her belly button from the tip of her labia.

Luka’s hunger grew watching her adorable expression and reactions to his cock.

"What’s the matter? Does it not compare to mere goblins?"

"W-What!?"

Her face became as pale as a white sheet as tears brimmed in the corner of her eyes.

"Don’t cry."

He leaned over and brushed beneath her eye, catching the warm tear before it could slide down her cheek.

The moment Luka saw her expression crack, the heat clouding his mind thinned enough for him to realise he had stepped somewhere he never should have touched. It wasn’t the teasing fear of a virgin facing her first man, nor the embarrassment of a proud knight lying bare beneath him.

This was something far older and deeper inside, far uglier than nerves or jealousy. Something buried deep beneath the steel that protected her heart.

Galatea turned her face aside, but Luka cupped her cheek and gently brought her gaze back to him.

’It’s too late to play stupid now... I don’t need to hide anything from Galatea.’

"Look at me, Lala. I don’t care what happened."

Her lashes trembled as she tried to glare through the tears, which weakened the effect.

Her lashes trembled as she tried to glare through the tears, which weakened the effect.

"What... do you mean?"

"I mean exactly what I said." Luka stroked his thumb beneath her eye, wiping away the wetness with a tenderness that made his own chest feel strangely tight. "I don’t care what happened before. I don’t care what memories cling to your skin, what scars you hide beneath armour, or what thoughts make you look at yourself like that."

Galatea’s lips trembled.

"Luka..."

"I care about the woman under me now who came to my side of her own will, opened the doors in my world and showed me the joys of humanity. You are the one who came through that door and told me you came as a woman, not a knight, tonight."

She struggled to breathe with her face turning various colours, from green to blue, then finally returning to a faint pink.

"You say that too easily... if you knew everything...!?"

"Stop." Luka grasped her cheeks between his fingers. His gaze lowered along her body, not with pity or disgust but the same if not greater naked hunger from before. "I say it because I mean it. Your body, your scars, your fear, your pride, your insecurities and the little jealous thoughts about Vivienne and Luvia... all of it is Galatea."

"A-All of it...?"

Her voice cracked around those words as if they tasted impossible.

Luka looked down at her, watching the proud knight of Babylon crumble for reasons that didn’t belong to this room alone.

Her body still burned beneath him, wet and trembling, but her eyes carried something darker than lust. A shame she had dragged through another life. A wound she had mistaken for part of herself.

"All of it."

His thumb brushed across her cheek again, slower this time, almost cruel in its gentleness.

"Even the parts you think I would hate. Even the parts you think make you less than the woman you are."

Galatea’s lips parted, but no answer came.

"Whatever happened before, whatever filth tried to cling to you, it does not belong to you." His fingers tightened slightly around her face, forcing her to keep looking at him. "Do not mistake another creature’s ugliness for your own."

Her eyes shook.

For a moment, she looked as if she wanted to deny it, to spit something harsh back at him and hide behind her denial again. Instead, her hands rose and wrapped around his wrist, not pulling him away, only holding him there.

"If you knew everything..."

"By the time I realised you were calling out for help, it was too late.... Though I won’t ask anything that you don’t wish to speak of. I can understand, and don’t need every detail to know what is mine."

Tears poured from Galatea’s eyes as she struggled to catch her breath.

Luka maintained eye contact before trying to remember her previous state. In her previous life, there were countless scars on her body.

Too deep to heal even with divine miracles.

Yet he remembered them.

Every line across her ribs, every mark near her waist, every wound she hid beneath armour while pretending that nothing ever happened. Keeping everything bottled inside, as it slowly devoured her from within.

His lips lowered to the base of her breast, kissing a place where no scar remained in this life, yet one still existed within his memory. He slowly moved to her nipple, then her neck and gently flicked along her throat with his tongue.

Galatea held her breath as she gasped at his action.

"Luka...?"

"I will erase it."

His mouth moved lower, kissing another invisible wound near her stomach, while his hand gently caressed the tense muscles beneath her navel.

"No matter how long it takes, I will overwrite every memory that haunts your nightmares and replace everything with me."

"Aghhhu....!?"

She moaned with a strange voice while twisting her fingers into his hair as he continued, kissing each place he remembered. There was no pity or regret but a possessive devotion that made her body tremble with each successive kiss.

The moment Galatea understood his meaning and actions, her head slammed back against the pillows, losing all of the faint resistance.

The sudden realisation sent jolts of pleasure through her beyond what his tongue or fingers had ever done before. A broken moan escaped her lips as pleasure, and something far more spiritual and comforting encompassed and crashed together, making her body shake beneath him.

When it ended, she looked at him with wet, nervous eyes.

"If... if that’s true, then prove it..."

Galatea looked different suddenly, her beautiful lips parted with a faint sigh as she slowly parted her thighs, holding them apart with her palms.

"Make me forget everything."

And beneath him, Galatea revealed her soaking cunt.