Lana's Real Identity

"I hope that was safe," I ask as I clean the minuscule cum on the top of my cock, before slipping my cock back into my pants.

"I…I don't know if it's safe," Lana replies, wearing her panties back without washing up, causing the panty to get instantly soaked with cum.

"Ahh…"

"But don't worry, master. I'm not in my ovulation period. You can cum as much as you want in me." Lana quickly dismissed my fear.

Letting out a sigh, I slump on my bed, my figure sinking into its soft layers.

"Master, I'll go and meet the Duchess right away," Lana announces.

"Fine. Don't stay too long, or else I will get lonely."

"..."

Lana doesn't give a reply as she rapidly hurtle towards the door, exiting the room.

"That reminds me. I should pay my mom a visit soon. I need her to help me get rid of those old hags. I only need one maid." I mumble, looking out through the window from my bed where I lay down to pass the time.

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The moment Lana leaves Luke's room, she heads towards the Duchess's chamber, entering the chamber without being probed by the guards due to them being aware of her status as a maid. 

Lana then knocks directly on the door to the Duches's room.

"Come in," A voice comes from within.

Without hesitation, Lana opens the door swiftly entering the room.

The Duchess's room exudes an aura of regal elegance. Heavy, dark wooden beams crisscross the high ceiling, while white stone walls, adorned with tapestries depicting historic battles and noble hunts, enclose the room. A grand four-poster bed sits in the center of the room, its rich velvet curtains drawn back to reveal fine linens and an array of plush pillows. 

In the corner, a large, ornately carved wooden chest rests at the foot of the bed, holding garments and jewels.

The air is filled with the subtle scent of dried lavender, stored in a small, gilded box on the bedside table, while a tapestry-covered screen near the door offers a private space for dressing. Every corner of the room speaks of wealth, power, and a life steeped in the traditions of nobility.

"You were quite late, Lana," the Duchess, Luke's mom says while smearing her face with traditional make-up powder.

The Duchess, a beautiful woman in her early forties, has white-silverish hair falling softly to her shoulders. Her deep blue eyes, framed by long lashes, are sharp and thoughtful. With smooth, pale skin and a gentle smile, she carries herself with grace. She stands at an average height, with two natural buns on her chest which are around the D-cup.

To top it all off, she has a very striking resemblance to Luke. Luke is like a carbon copy of her.

"I am sorry, your grace." Lana apologizes with a slight bow.

"It's fine Lana. Let's get going," The Duchess declares, patting Lana's head.

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Currently, the Duchess and Lana are inside a huge fully-covered chariot which is being pulled by two massive horses controlled by a uniformed charioteer. 

The body of the chariot is made from finely carved wood with some symbols elevating status. On both sides of the chariot, there are two small windows mounted on its structure.

Seated inside the chariots are two humans, none other than Lana and the Duchess.

"Where are we going, your grace?" Lana inquires, opening the small window of the chariot on her right-hand side.

"We are going to a shop."

"Okay, your grace."

The Duchess suddenly leaks out a heavy sigh.

"Lana, since we're away from home, don't you think you should drop this act?" The Duchess rubs her temple.

"Okay, your grace." Lana flashes a smile.

"How is your relationship with Luke?"

"Since I became his maid, he has taken a liking to me. It seems like he extremely hates his other maids. We've gotten closer and had sex twice," Lana answers, her face flushing slightly.

"Oh… So fast. That's very good. I figured it out because his demeanor changed and he seems very happy recently. However…" The Duchess pauses.

"I am sorry for making you go through this. Thank you so much for your understanding and willingness," The Duchess states, lightly grabbing Lana's hands, and rubbing it.

"I'm absolutely fine, your grace. You've been a good friend to my father and helped us out when we were framed as traitors. Thanks to you and the Duke, my family didn't lose their noble status. Besides, I think I also took a liking to Luke, he is the type of man I want. Someone who can control me." A sudden weird smile appears on Lana's face before it abruptly gets masked by a normal expression.

"Control you? Well, let's leave that aside. So do you ag—"

"I fully agree. I agree to become his concubine." 

"..." 

"Thank you so much, Lana. Becoming his concubine won't make you less of a woman, knowing Luke, once he's taken a liking to you, he will treat you right. But the goal is to make him love you the most and always be by his side, which is why I said you should get closer to him as a maid." 

"Your grace, I'm sorry for questioning your authority, but I would like to know the reason why I can't be his wife instead…" Lana faces the ground of the chariot, not looking at the Duchess in the eyes.

The Duchess leaks out a small sigh.

"The reason why I want you to be Luke's concubine and be very close to him is that a long time ago, I and the Duke agreed with the king of a neighboring kingdom of  Amethyst to marry off our son and his only daughter together. However, we can't go back on our agreement with the king, and we don't trust him either.

That is why I and the Duke came up with a plan to get him a concubine, a very close one that would be like his second wife, and watch out for him in case he gets betrayed by his first wife and her father in the future. You are plentily strong Lana, I want the best for my son." The Duchess explains, a tear nearly falling from her eyes, but she quickly cleans it.

"Ahh… I understand now. By the way, your grace, he nearly broke the necklace that was concealing my powers today while we were having sex."

"Thank goodness. Luke is just too smart and suspicious. We have to find another way to hide your true powers for now. We will get everything where we are going."

"Your grace. Something is bothering me. It seems like our plan might take another route or Luke is just a frivolous skirt chaser. I noticed that he seemed to be taking a liking to that elf. Although the elf didn't give him a chance yet. But I am starting to get worried." A serious expression appears on Lana's face.

"D-Do you mean Alvida?"

"Yes."

The chariot suddenly comes to a halt, indicating that they've arrived at their destination.