Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 466: The Cellar’s Heat (3)

"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..."

He shifted, his strong arms lifting Ravia’s limp, shuddering form, laying her gently beside them on the wide sofa, her body still trembling with the lingering echoes of ecstasy. And then his hands turned to Xena, his lips claiming hers with a hungry, fierce kiss.

"Mmm... slrp... mmm...!" Their kiss was a wild, heated dance, his fingers trailing along her waist, her thigh, her slender body pressing against him. His touch was both rough and tender, his strength an intoxicating contrast to the soft, eager warmth of her skin.

Ravia’s breath slowed, but her dark eyes remained open, watching, a lingering thrill pulsing in her chest. Even in her haze, she felt her heart quicken again, a flush warming her cheeks.

And Xena’s breath hitched, her lips parting beneath his, her voice a soft, desperate whimper. "Lyan... I... I need you...!"

"Then you shall have me..." he growled, his voice a promise, a challenge.

And as his hands roamed Xena’s body, as their lips met again and again, Ravia felt her own breath quicken once more, her body tingling, her gaze fixed on them. The warmth that had begun to fade now roared back to life, a hungry heat that pulsed beneath her skin.

"Watch closely, Ravia..." Lyan’s voice, thick with command, echoed in her ears, even as his lips claimed Xena’s once more. "I will make you burn again..."

And Ravia’s trembling fingers gripped the cushion, her heart racing anew, the promise in his words leaving her shivering with anticipation.

Lyan’s lips left Ravia’s trembling form, the faintest hint of a satisfied smile tugging at his lips as she lay sprawled beside him, her chest heaving, her dark eyes hazy and half-lidded, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of overwhelming pleasure. Yet even as she gasped for breath, her gaze followed him—watched as his attention shifted to Xena.

Xena’s emerald eyes were wide, her lips parted, her breathing quick and shallow. Desire smoldered in her gaze, and a wild, mischievous grin danced at the edges of her lips. Her fiery orange hair cascaded over her shoulders like molten copper, framing her face, a contrast to the dark, smoky heat in her gaze.

"Lyan..." she breathed, her voice a teasing, breathy whisper. "Don’t you dare leave me waiting."

He turned to her, his gaze sharp, hungry, his powerful arms snaking around her waist and pulling her onto his lap in one smooth motion. She yelped, a delighted, almost girlish giggle escaping her lips. But as her legs straddled him, she felt the thick, heated length of his arousal pressing against her core, even through the thin barrier of her remaining clothing. Her breath hitched, excitement flaring into a hungry, desperate ache.

But something caught her eye—just behind Lyan, the spy, bound and slumped in the chair, stirred. His eyelids fluttered, his head rolling weakly, but there was a faint awareness in his dull gaze. He was waking.

A wicked thrill danced up Xena’s spine. A wild, dangerous excitement. Her grin widened, and she leaned close, her breath hot against Lyan’s ear. "Commander... he’s watching... The spy’s watching us..."

Lyan’s jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around her hips, but a dark, amused smile crossed his lips. "Let him," he whispered, his voice a rough, possessive growl. "He will witness what he can never have."

A shudder of excitement rippled through Xena. "Then... lift me... take me..." she pleaded, her voice a needy whimper.

Lyan’s powerful arms slid beneath her thighs, and with ease, he rose, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms flung around his neck, and she gasped, feeling the intense heat of his body pressing against hers. The spy’s hazy gaze widened, a faint, stunned horror mingling with something darker as he witnessed the scene.

But Xena’s world narrowed to Lyan—his touch, his strength, his heat. Her heart raced, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She felt the thick, throbbing head of his length pressing against her slick, aching entrance, and she bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Lyan... you’re... you’re so big... too big..." she whispered, but even as she said it, she ground her hips against him, her wet heat brushing against his length, teasing, desperate.

"Too big, Xena?" Lyan’s voice was a dark, teasing rumble. "Then I’ll have to make you feel every inch."

And with a slow, agonizing thrust, he began to guide her down. The thick, searing head of his length pressed against her, stretched her, forced her open. Her eyes widened, her lips parted, a strangled gasp escaping.

"AHHHH... AHHHH... LYAAANNN...!"

Her cry was a wild, breathless scream, and her nails dug into his shoulders, her entire body shuddering. Her head fell back, her fiery hair cascading like a molten curtain, her hips jerking instinctively as her body tried to escape the overwhelming, impossible fullness.

But Lyan’s strong hands held her steady, his grip firm, his strength an unyielding force. He pulled her down further, inch by agonizing inch, his thick length sinking deeper, filling her, stretching her, driving her to the very brink. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Her voice broke into frantic, gasping cries, her eyes squeezed shut, but she couldn’t stop, couldn’t escape the intense, unbearable pleasure. "NO... NO... TOO DEEP... AHHH... IT’S... IT’S TOO MUCH... LYAN... AHHHHH...!"

Her scream was wild, raw, but Lyan’s lips captured hers, his mouth devouring her cries, silencing her desperate, frantic wails. "Mmm... slrp... mmmph...!" His tongue invaded her mouth, a fierce, dominating dance, tasting her, claiming her. Xena’s muffled screams melted into desperate, needy whimpers, her tongue tangling with his, the wet, heated dance of their mouths a feverish, frantic kiss.

"SLRP... MMPH... NNN... MMH...!"

Xena’s hips trembled, but he didn’t stop. His hands gripped her waist, lifting and lowering her, forcing her to take him, to feel every thick, pulsing inch of his length. Her body quaked, her thighs trembling, her toes curling, her mind a blinding haze of pleasure and overwhelming sensation.

And even as her lips were sealed by his hungry kiss, she whimpered against his mouth. "MMMMMPH... MMM... LYAN... LYAN... TOO DEEP... YOU’RE... YOU’RE TOO BIG...!"

Her muffled pleas only seemed to drive him further, his hips thrusting up, meeting hers, the thick, throbbing length pressing against her deepest, most sensitive spot. Her entire body jolted, stars exploding behind her eyes, her walls tightening, clenching around him with desperate, frantic need.

Her muffled moans grew wilder, her arms clutching at his shoulders, her nails raking across his back, leaving faint red lines. Her body was a quivering, helpless mess, her vision blurring with tears of overwhelming pleasure, her mind lost in the dizzying, scorching heat.

But Lyan didn’t relent. He pulled back from the kiss, letting her ragged, gasping cries echo in the dim cellar, each desperate whimper a sweet, intoxicating melody. His lips trailed down her throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, sending shivers racing down her spine.

"I told you, Xena... I would make you feel every inch... and you will take it all..." His voice was a dark, possessive growl, his breath hot against her ear.

"LYANNN... AHHHH... AHHH... I... I CAN’T... BUT... I... I NEED... MORE...!"

Her voice broke into a frantic, wild cry, and her body spasmed, her walls clenching around him, her hips grinding, desperate for more of the maddening, blinding pleasure.

"Then take it, Xena..." Lyan growled, his hands gripping her waist tighter, lifting her and slamming her down onto his thick, throbbing length.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH...!" Her scream was a wild, frenzied wail, her head thrown back, her hair a fiery halo, her entire body trembling in his powerful grasp.

The spy’s gaze, wide and horrified, trembled, his breathing quickening as he watched, but Xena’s world was nothing but Lyan—his heat, his strength, his impossible, overwhelming size, stretching her, filling her, claiming her.

Her lips crashed against his again, her desperate, needy tongue tangling with his. "MMMPH... SLRP... MMMH... MNNH...!"

Her entire world was a blinding storm of heat, pressure, and frantic, breathless ecstasy. Her legs quivered, her back arched, her voice rising into a wild, broken wail. "LYANNN... IT’S... IT’S TOO... TOO DEEP... TOO BIG... AHHHHH...!"

Lyan’s grip tightened, his thrusts growing more intense, more desperate, his lips devouring hers, his tongue claiming her, silencing her frantic screams. And even as her cries broke into muffled, desperate whimpers, she couldn’t stop, couldn’t escape, couldn’t even think.

Her body trembled, her vision blurred, her mind a shattered, white-hot storm. She was lost—lost in him, lost in the overwhelming, maddening bliss. And she didn’t want to be found.

Lyan’s hands gripped Xena’s waist, her legs wrapped around his hips, her body trembling against his. But as their heated, frenzied dance continued, a twisted thrill coursed through Xena’s veins. Her emerald eyes caught a flicker—movement, the spy’s head lifting, his bloodshot eyes wide, staring, the red irises glowing faintly in the dim light.

A wicked grin twisted Xena’s lips, her body shuddering with excitement. "Commander... he’s watching... he’s... he’s watching us..." she gasped, her voice a breathless, teasing whisper.

"Then let him witness what he can never have,"

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