Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 464: The Cellar’s Heat (1)

Lyan’s lips twitched, a faint, humorless smile. "We all do." He reached for her shoulder, meaning to brush off the comment, but his fingers found the smooth curve of her collar instead, a brief spark of warmth against the cold air. Her skin was warm, her pulse steady beneath his touch. An anchor.

Ravia’s sly smile curved wider. "A breath, or something stronger?" she teased, but there was a gentleness beneath the banter.

He caught her wrist, half in reflex, half intending to chide her—but the warmth of her skin sent a spark through his palm, a slow burn that slipped down his spine. His breath hitched. He saw the shift in her gaze, the way her pupils darkened, how her lips parted just slightly.

Xena’s emerald eyes caught the silent exchange, and something hungry flashed within them. The confined space felt too small, the lantern’s heat too close. Adrenaline still thumped in her veins from the interrogation, and now it twisted into something else—something wilder. She stepped forward, her slender fingers tracing the line of Lyan’s cloak, then the rough stubble of his jaw. "Commander’s too tense," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear.

And then Xena’s lips found his. Soft, eager, her fingers threading into his damp hair, pulling him closer. The heat of her mouth consumed him, and he sank into it, a groan escaping—half protest, half surrender. Ravia’s quiet laugh danced in the background, and then her lips were on his jaw, trailing slow, teasing kisses down his neck.

His back pressed against the cold stone wall, the chill a cruel contrast to the heat radiating between them. Xena’s hand slid under his cloak, fingertips tracing the line of his belt, the curve of his waist. Her touch grew bolder, her lips hungrily tasting his. Ravia’s hands found his other side, slipping beneath his cloak, her touch tracing the hard lines of his chest.

The spy in the chair groaned—a weak, unconscious murmur. But even that distant sound only seemed to tighten the coiled desire between them.

"Xena..." Lyan managed, but his voice was thick, rough. She silenced him with another kiss, her slender body pressing against his, her fiery hair brushing his cheek. Her hand drifted lower, fingers tracing the thick bulge now straining against his trousers.

"Well, well..." she murmured, lips brushing his ear. "Looks like the commander’s still full of fight."

Ravia laughed, the sound low and rich, her own lips claiming his in a heated kiss. "And it would be a shame to waste such energy," she whispered, her breath sweet against his mouth.

Lyan’s rough, strong hands gripped their hips, his touch both commanding and tender, and the sudden, fierce possessiveness in his grasp made both Ravia and Xena gasp, their bodies tensing beneath his touch. His fingers dug into the curves of their rears, squeezing, drawing a pair of sharp, involuntary shrieks from their lips.

"You two..." Lyan’s voice was a low, husky growl, threaded with a mix of amusement and hunger. "You really know I’m restraining myself. Don’t blame me for what happens next."

Ravia’s calm, collected composure fractured, her cheeks flushing a soft crimson, her usual mask of poise crumbling beneath the weight of his touch. "L-Lyan..." she whispered, her voice unsteady, wavering between desire and a fleeting hesitation.

Xena, usually so confident and mischievous, found her breathing quickening, her emerald eyes wide, locked onto his. Her lips parted, but for once, the teasing words she often wielded with ease were lost. Instead, a shuddering breath escaped her, her fingers digging into his chest, feeling the strength of his heartbeat beneath her touch.

"I-I mean, Commander..." Xena stuttered, her bravado cracking, her cheeks burning a fierce red. But the look she gave him was anything but shy—hungry, desperate, filled with barely restrained lust.

Lyan’s grin widened, a hint of that smug confidence she secretly adored. "Commander? Not now, Xena. It’s Lyan... just Lyan."

And then, in a fluid, powerful motion, he swept them both off their feet, his muscular arms easily lifting them as though they weighed nothing. Their surprised, breathless shrieks filled the small, damp cellar, and they clung to him instinctively, their legs pressing against his sides, arms wrapping around his neck.

"Lyan!" Ravia gasped, her dark eyes wide, her pulse racing.

"W-Wait—" Xena’s voice wavered, but her arms tightened around his shoulders, her face burying against his neck for a fleeting second, feeling the warmth of his skin.

But Lyan wasn’t waiting. He carried them effortlessly, stepping around the limp, half-conscious spy, whose head lolled forward, eyes flickering with weak awareness. But he was too far gone, too hazy to register the sight of Lyan sweeping the two beautiful women into the shadows of the cellar.

Lyan lowered them both onto the worn, leather sofa, their bodies sinking into the soft, faded cushions. He stood over them for a moment, the faint light of the lantern catching the sharp lines of his face, the shadow of his damp hair falling across his intense, stormy eyes. His chest heaved, the restraint in his gaze warring with the primal hunger simmering beneath.

Ravia’s slender fingers reached up, catching his hand, and without hesitation, she pulled him down, her lips capturing his. Her kiss was fierce, desperate, her tongue dancing against his, a soft, wet sound filling the air as their passion ignited. Lyan’s hand found her waist, gripping firmly, feeling the heat of her body beneath the thin fabric of her blouse.

"Mmm—" Ravia’s moan slipped into his mouth, her body pressing closer, her other hand curling against his chest, feeling the steady, powerful beat of his heart.

But Lyan’s other hand hadn’t forgotten Xena. His fingers traced along her waist, sliding up to the soft, supple curve of her chest. Xena’s breathing hitched, her head falling back, lips parting in a soft, needy gasp. His hand squeezed, teasing, earning a breathy moan from her.

"L-Lyan..." Xena’s voice was almost pleading, her emerald eyes misty with need. Her hands found his shoulder, pulling him closer.

Lyan’s lips left Ravia’s, a thin, shining thread of saliva snapping as he turned to Xena, his mouth capturing hers. Her response was instant, her lips devouring his, her tongue pressing against his, a soft, wet noise filling the cramped space. Her body arched against him, her hips shifting instinctively, pressing against his thigh.

Ravia’s lips found his neck, her kisses soft, hot, and her teeth nipped lightly at his skin. Her fingers worked at the clasps of his cloak, her cool, deft touch making quick work of the fastenings.

"Such a tease..." Lyan muttered between kisses, his voice rough, a shiver running through him as Xena’s hand slipped lower, tracing the thick, pulsing bulge straining against his trousers.

Ravia’s fingers joined hers, and as their hands traced the heavy, warm shape beneath the fabric, their eyes widened, a shared gasp slipping from their lips.

"It’s... it’s even bigger..." Xena whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and hunger.

"It’s... enormous," Ravia added, her calm voice cracking, a soft, nervous laugh escaping her. Despite having experienced it before, it still sent a shiver of anticipation racing through her.

Lyan chuckled, the sound low and confident. "Oh, you two haven’t even begun to see what I can do."

Their hands worked with surprising urgency, deft fingers unfastening his belt, tugging at the buttons of his trousers. Lyan helped them, his fingers swift and practiced, and his trousers slid to the floor. As they freed his massive, throbbing length, both women’s eyes widened further, their cheeks flushing deeper.

"G-Gods..." Xena whispered, her breath catching. "It’s... is it even bigger than before?"

"It’s a beast..." Ravia murmured, her voice filled with a mix of awe and a faint, excited fear.

Lyan’s lips curved in a wicked smile. "And I’m going to start with you, Ravia."

Before she could respond, he lifted her effortlessly, pulling her onto his lap. His thick, hot length pressed between her thighs, the warmth of it sending a rush of heat through her. Ravia’s breath quickened, her heart pounding. His mouth found hers again, their lips meeting, tongues dancing together in a fierce, wet dance.

"Mmmn... Lyan..." she gasped, her voice muffled by his kiss. His hands gripped her waist, holding her firmly, guiding her hips to grind against his length. The friction sent jolts of pleasure through her, a soft, needy whimper escaping her.

Xena’s lips traced along his neck, her fingers exploring the hard, powerful muscles of his chest. Her tongue flicked against his ear, sending a shiver racing down his spine. Her other hand stroked his length, feeling the heat and hardness beneath her palm.

"Don’t forget me, Commander..." Xena whispered, her voice a seductive, breathy plea, the flicker of the lantern casting her fiery orange hair in a molten glow. Her slender fingers traced along his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his tunic, her emerald eyes burning with hunger.

"I won’t," Lyan growled, his voice thick with raw desire, a deep rumble that sent a shiver through both women. His hand left Ravia’s waist, slipping around Xena, pulling her closer, his fingers tracing the curve of her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin even through the thin fabric. His lips found hers, and they collided in a heated, breathless kiss—wet and fierce, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting the faint sweetness of wine still lingering on her lips.

"Mmmh... slrp... mmm..."

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