I followed Marta down the damp stone hallway. The air was freezing. My Keep was basically a glorified rock with a wooden fence. We did not have grand tapestries or warm fires. Everything just smelled like sweat, shit, and woodsmoke.
Marta walked in front of me. She was thirty-two years old and built like a brick shithouse. Her hips swayed with every step. Her rough dress was still damp from the washhouse.
"Marta," I said, rubbing my bare arms to stay warm. "Why is it so dark in here? I miss electricity. I miss LED lights."
Marta did not even turn around. "The Lord is praying to the glowing magic rocks again," she said in a flat voice. "I will leave a piece of stale bread for the LED God so he does not curse our harvest."
I laughed out loud. The Cult of the Modern Gods was growing fast. My sarcastic complaints were turning into a new local religion.
We reached a heavy wooden door at the end of the hall. This was the servant quarters. It was where the maids slept after a long day of breaking their backs for this dogshit feudal economy.
"Elara and Sienna are inside, My Lord," Marta said. She crossed her thick arms. "They just finished their chores in the fields. I told them to rest. But knowing you, 'rest' is not on the schedule."
Marta was right. She was secretly amused by my absolute bullshit.
"This is an official Keep inspection, Marta," I lied smoothly. "I must check the structural integrity of the beds. The King's tax collectors take seventy percent of everything. I need to make sure my staff has good posture so they can work harder."
"Of course, My Lord," Marta deadpanned. "Your concern for their posture is truly inspiring."
I pushed the heavy oak door open.
The room was small and cramped. But it was warm inside. Very warm. The smell hit me immediately. It was a glorious, heavy mix of cheap lye soap and raw, unwashed female exertion.
Elara and Sienna were sitting on a lumpy straw mattress pushed against the stone wall. They were twenty-four and twenty-three years old. They were athletic, strong, and officially the sweatiest girls in the keep.
They were also the Keep's resident lesbian power couple. And I had definitely just interrupted something.
They jumped slightly when the door opened. Their rough wool dresses were completely unlaced at the top. The heavy fabric was pulled down off their shoulders, exposing their flushed collarbones and the tops of their chests.
Sienna's lips were swollen. Elara's hair was messy, and her cheeks were bright red. The musky, salty aroma of their sweat filled the tiny room. It was an absolute S-tier sensory experience. My modern, basement-dwelling pervert brain short-circuited.
"My Lord!" Elara gasped. She quickly tried to pull the heavy wool of her dress back up over her shoulders.
"At ease, soldiers," I said, stepping into the room. I held up a hand to stop her. "Do not fix your uniforms. It is very warm in here. I understand completely."
Sienna looked at Elara. A slow, knowing smirk spread across Sienna's face. They knew I was not smart, not strong, and not tactical. They knew I was just horny, rude, and coasting entirely on dumb luck.
"We were just... resting, Lord Elaric," Sienna purred. She let her dress stay unlaced. The glistening sheen of sweat on her chest caught the dim light from the hallway.
"Resting is very important," I agreed. I walked over and stood right in front of their lumpy mattress. I looked down at them. "But as your Lord, I must inspect the sleeping arrangements. Are the beds comfortable?"
"They are filled with rocks and old hay, My Lord," Elara laughed softly. Her dark eyes looked up at me. She leaned back on her hands, pushing her massive chest forward slightly. The movement sent another wave of that heavy, musky field-sweat straight up to my nose.
I took a deep breath. I tasted the faint, intoxicating salt in the air.
"Terrible," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "Absolutely unacceptable. How can you two stay warm at night?"
"We share body heat, My Lord," Sienna whispered. She reached out and placed her hand gently on Elara's bare knee.
My perfectly average medieval cock immediately stood at attention. Escapism through degeneracy rather than overpowered abilities. This was exactly what I wanted.
I slowly sat down on the edge of the mattress, right next to Elara's thick thigh. The bed groaned loudly under my weight.
"Body heat," I repeated, staring at Sienna's hand on Elara's leg. "That sounds like a very efficient, cost-saving measure for the Keep. I approve of this economic strategy."
Marta leaned against the doorframe behind me. She let out a loud sigh.
"The Lord wishes to watch you two share body heat so he does not have to spend silver on firewood," Marta translated dryly.
"Marta, your translation services are no longer required for this meeting," I said without looking back.
"I will go check on the new girl, Lila," Marta said. "Try not to break the bed, My Lord. We cannot afford a new one."
The heavy door clicked shut. We were alone.
The air in the small room felt incredibly thick. The scent of their S-tier sweat was overpowering. I was sitting inches away from the two primary targets of my voyeurism.
"So," I whispered, looking back and forth between their flushed faces. "Before I rudely interrupted... where exactly was this body heat being applied?"
Elara bit her lower lip. She looked at Sienna. Sienna nodded slowly.
Elara turned back to me. Her eyes were dark with heavy, undeniable intent. She reached out and grabbed the collar of Sienna's unlaced dress. Slowly, deliberately, Elara pulled Sienna closer.
"Would you like us to show you, My Lord?" Elara asked softly.
"I demand a full demonstration," I growled, leaning in closer to smell them. "For the good of the Keep."
And then, right in front of me, Elara pressed her lips hard against Sienna's.