Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 465: The Cellar’s Heat (2)

"Mmmh... slrp... mmm..." Their breaths mingled, and his rough, eager kiss drew a desperate moan from Xena’s throat. But even as he kissed her, his other hand remained on Ravia’s waist, his touch strong, possessive.

He leaned back, letting the sofa take his weight, and Ravia’s warmth straddled him, her thighs hugging his sides. Her pale, smooth skin pressed against him, and his length—thick, hard, and burning with need—throbbed against her inner thighs. The heat was unbearable, and yet it only fueled the wildfire between them.

His lips left Xena’s mouth, his gaze locking with Ravia’s, her dark, intense eyes reflecting her hunger, her desire. She leaned in, her lips capturing his, and this kiss was slower, deeper—her soft lips pressed against his, her tongue tentatively exploring before he claimed her, his mouth hungry, fierce.

"Slrp... mmm... slrp..." The sound of their kisses filled the confined space, echoing off the damp stone walls, the weak light of the lantern casting wild shadows over them.

Ravia’s hips began to move, grinding against the thick, pulsing heat pressing against her. A shuddering gasp escaped her lips, her fingers tightening against his shoulders. "Lyan... please..." she whispered, her voice a trembling plea, her pride giving way to raw, desperate need.

"Steady..." Lyan whispered, his voice soothing but filled with raw, possessive desire. "I’ve got you."

With agonizing slowness, he lifted her, his strong hands gripping her waist, and the thick, burning head of his length brushed against her entrance. A sharp, shuddering gasp left Ravia’s lips, her hands clutching his shoulders, her body tensing. She tried to stay composed, tried to maintain her usual calm, but her body betrayed her—heat coiling deep within her, her breaths coming in short, frantic gasps.

"LYAN...!" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, but every syllable dripping with desperate need. "I... it’s... too much..."

"Just a little... just a little more..." he soothed, his lips capturing hers again, muffling her moans as he began to guide her down, the thick, heated tip pressing against her, parting her, stretching her.

"Mmhh... slrp... mmm...!" Their kisses deepened, their tongues meeting in a feverish dance, her muffled moans swallowed by his mouth.

Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, he stretched her, the slick heat engulfing him. Ravia’s head fell back, her black hair spilling in a wild cascade, her back arching, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"AHH... TOO BIG...!" she cried, her voice echoing, but he caught her lips again, silencing her with another fierce, hungry kiss.

His hands gripped her hips, controlling the pace, and she shuddered, her body tightening around him, heat pulsing with every heartbeat. "You’re doing so well, Ravia..." he whispered against her lips, his voice a deep, comforting rumble.

But even as Ravia’s moans filled his ears, his other hand never left Xena. His fingers trailed along her thigh, caressing, teasing, and she leaned in, pressing against his side, her breath hot against his neck. "Commander... don’t forget me..." she whispered, her voice trembling, her need palpable.

Lyan’s lips left Ravia’s, and he turned to capture Xena’s mouth again, his kiss fierce, possessive. "Mmm... slrp... mmm...!" His tongue danced with hers, and her moans joined Ravia’s, her slender fingers tracing his chest, then slipping lower. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

But his focus returned to Ravia, and his hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. His length throbbed within her, her body clenching around him, each pulse a wave of overwhelming heat that left her shivering.

"I... I can’t... Lyan... I can’t...!" Ravia gasped, her voice trembling. But she didn’t stop, her hips moving instinctively, her body overwhelmed with sensation.

"Yes, you can..." he growled, his lips capturing her again, muffling her cries as he filled her completely. "Take it... take it all..."

Ravia’s eyes rolled back, her nails raking down his chest. "AHH—LYAN... TOO DEEP... TOO MUCH...!" she screamed, her body writhing, but he silenced her with another deep, possessive kiss, his tongue dancing with hers, swallowing her cries.

"Mmm... slrp... mmm...!" The wet, hungry sound of their kiss filled the air, his hands gripping her waist, his strength unyielding. She could feel him, feel every burning inch, and her mind spiraled, her thoughts shattered beneath the heat.

Her body tightened, her breath coming in frantic, shuddering gasps. "LYAN... I’M... I’M... I CAN’T... AHHH...!" Her cry was muffled by his lips, but the pleasure crashed through her, white-hot and all-consuming. Her body tensed, trembling, and her mind blanked—pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.

Lyan’s grip tightened, his hips surged, and with a low, guttural groan, his release surged, warmth flooding her. "Ravia...!" he growled against her lips, his voice thick, strained.

"AAAHHHH... LYAN... LYAN... IT’S TOO... AHHHH...!"

Ravia’s voice was a shattered cry, raw and desperate, a sound torn from her very soul. Her entire body convulsed, her back arching like a drawn bow, and her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving trails of pink that quickly darkened. Her vision exploded in a blinding white haze, stars bursting behind her eyelids, each pulse of pleasure a nova that seared through her senses. Her lips quivered, half-formed words spilling between gasps, but they were lost in the frantic, breathless melody of her cries.

Lyan’s grip on her hips tightened, his powerful hands steadying her trembling form, his strength the only anchor in her storm of ecstasy. Beneath her, she felt his length pulse, each surge a molten brand that filled her, claimed her, a heat so intense it seemed to burn away thought. His release flooded her, hot and thick, a wave that seemed endless, filling every inch of her, each pulse a fresh spark of overwhelming heat.

Her body quaked, her thighs quivering, her toes curling. She felt it, the heavy, scalding warmth spreading deep within her, a forbidden, overwhelming sensation. Her entire being seemed to rejoice, her nerves alight, her muscles clenching around him, trying to draw even more of his molten seed into her. A primal part of her reveled in it, a raw, instinctive pleasure that left her gasping.

"N-No... too much... Lyan...!" she sobbed, her voice cracking, but even as she tried to protest, her hips pressed against him, her body seeking him, craving the heat he poured into her. Her walls tightened around him, milking him, her own release crashing over her again, a second wave of blinding pleasure that shattered her remaining composure.

Her head fell back, her dark hair spilling in wild waves, her mouth open, her voice a trembling, choked wail. Her body felt weightless, each heartbeat a drum of bliss, her pulse roaring in her ears. And yet, beneath the bliss, a warmth blossomed—an electric, tingling joy that spread from her core, radiating outward like a sunburst beneath her skin. She was full—overflowing—and the thought sent another shiver down her spine.

Her fingers slipped from his shoulders, limp, and her vision swam, her eyelids fluttering, her dark lashes damp with tears of overwhelming sensation. "Lyan... Lyan..." she whimpered, her voice a fragile, breathless whisper, her strength drained, her body quivering in his grasp. Even her mind seemed to swim, lost in a haze of pleasure and warmth.

But Lyan didn’t let her collapse. His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close, his lips pressing soft, gentle kisses to her forehead, her temple, the curve of her cheek. His breath was warm against her ear, a soothing contrast to the molten heat he had unleashed within her.

"You did so well, Ravia..." he whispered, his voice a low, comforting rumble, each word a soothing balm to her overstimulated senses. "You took it all... so perfectly."

Her chest heaved, each breath a ragged, trembling gasp. Yet even through the lingering shock of pleasure, she felt a giddy warmth blooming in her chest. She had pleased him. She had taken all of him. And that thought sent another shiver racing down her spine.

"I... I can’t... I... Lyan..." Her voice was weak, barely a breath, and her eyes fluttered, half-lidded, her body pressed against his, her head resting against his broad chest. Each throb, each subtle shift of his still-buried length within her sent fresh tingles of pleasure skittering through her.

But even as her body trembled, her mind clung to the sense of his touch—the way his strong arms held her, the warmth of his lips pressing gentle, soothing kisses along her damp forehead. She felt safe, cherished, even in the aftermath of such intensity. His strength surrounded her, and beneath the last waves of bliss, a sense of peace settled.

And then, as her breath began to slow, she felt his hands shift, one sliding to her cheek, his thumb brushing away a damp strand of hair. His voice, soft yet rich with a quiet, lingering hunger, murmured against her ear. "You’re not done yet, my beautiful Ravia... but rest for now."

But even as she sagged against him, her mind drifting in a warm, blissful fog, her senses slowly returning, she felt the shifting heat of his body. His strength, his desire, hadn’t faded. No, it burned just beneath the surface, a fierce, hungry warmth that refused to be sated.

Her eyes fluttered, her gaze hazy, but through the shimmering mist of pleasure, she saw Xena’s emerald eyes—wide, bright with hunger. Xena’s fingers traced Lyan’s chest, her slender body pressing against him, her lips finding his in a fierce, eager kiss.

And Ravia’s pulse quickened again, a soft, breathless smile tugging at her lips. Even lost in the aftershocks of her own release, she felt the excitement building again, a warmth that refused to fade.

"Don’t leave me out, Commander..." Xena whispered, her voice a breathy, teasing plea, her body pressing against him, her thigh slipping against his. "I’ve been so patient..."

Lyan’s chuckle was a low, dark rumble. "I haven’t forgotten you, Xena..."

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