There was a knock on the door.
Lukas and Luna had both barely looked up when the maid who had done it barged in. She didn't so much as raise an eyebrow at the scene before her, Lukas pinning Luna down and sitting straddling her, holding her arms pinned over her head. She didn't even look down at them, just kept facing straight, her posture stiff.
Luna could see the girl's muscles tensing, though. She was trying hard to resist reacting in some way, and she was doing well at it too, but Luna could tell anyway.
She was an Orc. That was good. One of the most primal, but least passionate, races. She would respect Lukas's authority.
But something about that wasn't good.
Because the fact that she was an Orc told Luna exactly what urge she was holding back.
In gentle terms, Orcs were no strangers to polygamy.
Luna flushed, and Lukas's eyes immediately snapped back to her. She pretended not to notice, but her very being vibrated with his attention.
"Is she making you uncomfortable?" Lukas asked sharply.
Luna shook her head, turning back to look at him.
"I'm perfectly fine, my lord," she said, a bit too quickly. "I simply felt an overabundance of heat when the door was opened so suddenly."
It was a bold-faced lie. Luna snuck a look at the Orc woman, and she could immediately tell that she easily realized that fact. It was terrible, really. But she had been pressed for time.
Altogether, about a three out of five, Luna silently thought, rating herself. She would need to be more convincing in the face of those with power if she wanted to live in whatever the political landscape was like around here...
To her shock, Lukas nodded after only a brief hesitation. He gestured sharply at the maid to leave, and ordered her, "Open it slower next time. And ensure you spread the word."
Luna held in a sigh of relief, as did the Orc woman, who quickly retreated.
Luna now realized just how much power she had over the maids here. If they tread on her displeasure, the second Lukas found out about it they would at the very least be punished, and she didn't have a hard time imagining they would be removed from Lukas's service and therefore avoided by other potential employers among the nobility who knew their past, or even killed.
Something inside Luna relaxed, and she wrapped her arms around him as best as she could, snuggling into him. Thankfully, the moment of tension had passed. She just had to keep him off balance long enough that he would forget about its cause, or maybe just postpone the real discussion.
He was still for a moment, then he sat up, lifting her with him as she kept her grip on him, and he wrapped his arms around her as well. Luna couldn't help relaxing into the heat of his embrace. Even though it felt as hot as burning, she was comfortable with the warmth.
After some time had passed, Luna spoke up, adding a soft whimper into her voice as she said, "I seem to find myself in a sudden lack of clothing."
Lukas nodded, and she exhaled onto him, unable to contain her relief any more. She just hoped that he would take it as an affectionate gesture and not interpret it as an insult or realize its true cause.
He stood quickly, and Luna let go of him, falling to her feet on the ground. She stood still in front of him, not bothering to cover herself, though she did flush again and look down. She wanted to obey-
No, she was using him. She needed him to think that she was unwilling to cover herself without his permission, so that he would believe she was completely under his control. But she could certainly enjoy the feeling of closeness while it lasted.
He grabbed her chin, carefully controlling his movements, and lifted her head to face his as he leaned over her. He was bare-chested, but still wore soft pants, and if he followed the same style as nobility in Alaxia, there would be leggings underneath. Although she didn't admit it to herself, she was both glad and disappointed that there were two layers of cloth between them, even if she herself was naked.
"Let's get you something to wear, then."