Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 474: The Serpent’s Fang and the Velvet Coil (2)

Lyan’s fingers slid over the curve of Wilhelmina’s palm, warmth flowing between their touch, grounding them both. His eyes searched hers, catching the flicker of vulnerability she so rarely displayed—an echo of memories, of losses and choices sharpened by war.

"You were never just a strategist, Wilhelmina," he murmured, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Before the chains, before the battlefield... you were a daughter of Credia, a noble’s child who saw the banners of war more than she saw spring blossoms. You know how wars stain more than maps—they stain souls."

Her breath caught, a shiver coursing through her. Memories flashed behind her eyes—halls draped in red velvet, father’s stern commands, mother’s whispered prayers, the sickly scent of burning villages beyond the manor’s safe walls. She had been a child, but even then she learned that wars spoke with swords and whispered through traitor’s tongues.

"And you think I’m stained?" she whispered, a trace of fear, perhaps even shame, slipping through her voice.

"I think you’re forged," Lyan replied, his tone a quiet, reverent strength. "Just like the steel you command. Tempered by flame, unyielding... and yet, still warm. Still... so very alive."

A faint tremor quivered through her fingers, but she didn’t pull away. Her gaze softened, shadows chased away by the gentle light of his words.

"Lyan..." she breathed, her voice a whisper as fragile as silk.

His hand moved, a gentle caress, fingers brushing against the soft curve of her jaw, thumb tracing the faint line of her cheek. The world seemed to shrink, the war-room’s flickering lanterns dimming, their glow fading to a distant ember. Only the warmth of his touch, the quiet power of his steady gaze, and the subtle tremor in her breath remained.

"Now our job is just to wait," Lyan whispered, and then, without another word, his lips found hers.

"Mmm..." A soft, muffled sigh escaped Wilhelmina, her lips parting instinctively, inviting him. His kiss was slow at first, a gentle exploration—a dance of warmth and need that deepened with each passing heartbeat. His tongue traced the edge of her lips, a teasing caress that sent a shiver racing down her spine.

"Slrp... mmm... slrp..." Their kiss grew hungrier, a dance of tongues that twisted and explored, warm, wet heat mingling, each caress sparking a fresh wave of longing. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer, her breath mingling with his, a quiet, desperate gasp slipping free.

Lyan’s strong arms slid around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest, her soft, slender form pressing against the hard, steady strength of his body. His lips moved with a fervent hunger, capturing hers again and again, his tongue teasing, tasting, exploring.

"Mmnn... slrp... mmm..."

Wilhelmina’s long pink hair swayed, falling in soft, silken waves around her shoulders, framing her flushed cheeks. Each shift of her head sent those pink strands dancing, brushing against his cheeks, tickling his jaw. He breathed her in—the faint, intoxicating scent of lilac and ink, the subtle warmth of her skin beneath his touch.

He didn’t break the kiss, not even for a heartbeat, as his hands slid lower, gripping her waist, and with a swift, effortless motion, he lifted her. Wilhelmina gasped softly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips, her fingers tightening in his hair, their lips never parting. The warm, wet heat of their kisses grew more feverish, her soft moans swallowed by his mouth.

"Mmhh... slrp... mmm..."

He stepped, turning, and settled them both into the comfortable leather chair behind his desk. She straddled his lap, her thighs pressing against his hips, the hem of her dark gown riding up, warm, slender legs exposed. His strong hands slid along her waist, up her back, pressing her closer. Her own hands traced his jaw, then slid down to his broad shoulders, feeling the hard, powerful muscle beneath the leather.

Their kisses were a dance—wild, desperate, tongues twisting and curling, lips pressing and parting, hot breaths mingling in the heated, intimate space between them.

"Slrp... mmm... slrp..."

Her breath came faster, each soft moan swallowed by his mouth. Heat coiled in her core, a growing, aching warmth that sent a faint, trembling thrill racing through her. Lyan’s hands roamed, tracing the curve of her waist, her slender back, his fingers brushing the delicate ties of her gown.

And then she felt it—hot, hard, and thick, pressing between her thighs, straining against his trousers. A gasp slipped free of her lips, her hips instinctively grinding against the thick, pulsing heat that teased at her core.

"Oh... you naughty one..." she whispered, her voice a breathless, teasing murmur. "It’s... too huge."

Lyan’s grin widened, his lips finding her jaw, then tracing a slow, heated path to her ear. "This is war’s adrenaline," he whispered, his voice a low, dark rumble.

His lips claimed hers again, their kisses growing wilder, hungrier, her soft, desperate moans muffled by his mouth. "Mmm... slrp... mmm..."

His hands slipped to her waist, fingers tracing the soft, silken fabric of her gown, then pulling at the ties. Her own hands moved with surprising urgency, tugging at the buttons of his coat, then his shirt, her fingers sliding against the warm, hard muscle of his chest.

Fabrics fell away—her gown slipping from her shoulders, pooling around her waist, her pale, soft skin kissed by the flickering amber light of the lanterns. His coat shrugged off, shirt pulled aside, revealing the strong, sculpted lines of his chest. Their lips never stopped, never parted—each kiss a breathless, desperate dance.

Her hips ground against his, the thick, hot length between her thighs pressing against her slick, aching heat. A gasp slipped free of her lips, her head falling back, pink hair cascading like a silken waterfall.

"L-Lyan..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "I... I can’t... it’s... too much..."

"Then take it," he growled, his voice a dark, hungry promise.

Lyan’s strong arms tightened around Wilhelmina’s waist, his powerful muscles flexing as he lifted her effortlessly, her slender form pressing against his chest. Her soft, pink hair cascaded over his shoulders, swaying in silken waves, her breaths coming faster, lips trembling with anticipation.

And then she felt it—hot, hard, and pulsing, the thick, exposed length pressing against her slick, trembling entrance. The burning heat of it sent a shudder racing through her, her thighs quivering as she felt the thick, throbbing head brushing against her.

"Do you want it?" Lyan’s voice was a low, husky rumble, his storm-gray eyes locked onto hers, a fierce, commanding hunger burning within them.

"YES..." she breathed, her voice trembling, desperate. "PLEASE... IT’S BEEN SO LONG..."

Her arms tightened around his shoulders, her lips finding his again, their kiss wild, hungry, tongues dancing in a feverish, desperate dance. His lips claimed hers, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her, devouring her desperate, breathless moans.

"Mmm... SLRP... mmm... NNN... LYAN...!"

He gripped her hips, guiding her, and with a slow, steady pressure, he began to press against her slick, aching heat. The thick, pulsing head pushed against her, stretching her, pressing into her with a searing, overwhelming heat.

"AHH... AH... TOO... TOO HUGE...!" she gasped, her voice a breathless, desperate wail, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "LYAN... I... I CAN’T... AH... IT’S TOO...!"

"Yes, you can," he growled, his voice a dark, soothing command. "Because you are mine, Wilhelmina... and I will not let you fall."

And with a slow, firm thrust, he slid deeper, the thick, pulsing heat sinking into her, filling her, stretching her walls with a fierce, unbearable fullness. Her head fell back, pink hair spilling around them like a silken halo, her voice a wild, desperate cry.

"AHHH... LYAAANNN...! IT’S... TOO... MUCH...! TOO... DEEP...! AHHHHH...!"

Her hips bucked instinctively, her slick, quivering heat squeezing around him, her thighs trembling. Her breaths came in wild, ragged gasps, each desperate moan muffled by his fierce, devouring kisses.

"Mmm... SLRP... mmm... NNN...!"

Her slender fingers clung to his shoulders, her nails raking against his back, leaving faint, trembling red trails. But Lyan’s grip was firm, his powerful hands guiding her, lifting her, his thick, pulsing length driving deeper, filling her with a fierce, overwhelming heat.

"AHHH... LYAN...! IT’S... IT’S TOO BIG...! AHHHHH...!"

Her cries grew wilder, each breathless, desperate moan swallowed by his mouth, their tongues twisting, tasting, devouring each other’s heated, ragged breaths. His hands tightened on her waist, his hips rocking against hers, the thick, pulsing length pressing deeper, stretching her, claiming her.

And then, with a swift, powerful motion, he lifted her again, turning, and settled her on the edge of the wide, sturdy desk. Her legs spread instinctively, her thighs pressing against his hips, the thick, pulsing heat sinking even deeper, filling her with a fierce, overwhelming pressure.

"AHHH... LYAN...! SO... SO DEEP...! TOO... TOO HUGE...!"

"Yes..." he growled, his voice a dark, possessive rumble. "And I will make you feel every inch..."

His powerful hands gripped her thighs, lifting her, pulling her closer, his thick, throbbing length plunging deeper, each thrust sending shockwaves of heat through her trembling body.

"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"

Each thrust was a powerful, relentless surge, her body quaking with each movement, her voice breaking into wild, desperate cries.

"LYAN...! AHHHH...! SO... FULL...! TOO... TOO MUCH...!"

Her hands clung to his shoulders, her lips finding his again, their kisses fierce, desperate, her tongue tangling with his, muffling her wild, breathless screams.

"Mmm... SLRP... NNN... LYAN...!"

Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against his, the thick, pulsing heat pressing against her deepest, most sensitive spot, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through her trembling body.

"I... I CAN’T...! I CAN’T...! AHHHH...!"

"Yes, you can..." he whispered against her lips, his voice a dark, soothing growl. "Because you’re mine, Wilhelmina... mine..."

Her walls clenched around him, her hips bucking against his, each desperate movement sending a fresh wave of blinding heat racing through her. Her vision blurred, her mind lost in the wild, overwhelming bliss.

"LYAN...! AHHHH...! KISS ME...!" she gasped, her voice a desperate, trembling plea. "PLEASE... KISS ME...!"

Lyan’s lips claimed hers again, fierce and hungry, their tongues dancing, twisting, tasting each other’s heated, desperate breaths. His hands tightened on her hips, his powerful, relentless thrusts growing faster, deeper.

"Mmm... SLRP... mmm... MMM...!"

Her world narrowed to the wild, fierce heat of his kiss, the thick, pulsing length filling her, stretching her, each thrust sending shockwaves of blinding, overwhelming pleasure racing through her.

"AHHH... LYAN...! TOO... TOO BIG...! TOO DEEP...! AHHHH...!"

And then she felt it—a searing, blinding heat flooding her, thick, pulsing waves of molten bliss filling her, an overwhelming, scalding warmth that sent her mind spiraling.

"AHHH... LYANNN...! YES... YES... YES...! AHHHHH...!"

Her entire body quaked, her thighs trembling, her walls clenching around him, squeezing, milking every burning, pulsing wave of his release. Her voice broke into wild, breathless screams, her head falling back, pink hair cascading around her.

And as the fierce, searing warmth filled her, her mind lost in a white-hot storm of bliss, she heard soft, muffled whimpers—breathless, desperate gasps that didn’t belong to her.

Turning her dazed, half-lidded gaze to the side, she saw them—Josephine and Alicia, their slender fingers slipping beneath their skirts, cheeks flushed, lips parted in wild, desperate moans.

"Oh my..." Wilhelmina whispered, her voice a breathless, trembling murmur.

Lyan’s storm-gray eyes followed her gaze, a faint, dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Well..." he murmured, his voice a low, teasing purr. "Seems we’ve gathered an audience."

Josephine’s emerald eyes met his, a wild, mischievous smile curling at her lips, her fingers moving faster. "Then perhaps... you should show us more, Commander..."

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