Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 475: The Serpent’s Fang and the Velvet Coil (3)

Alicia’s breathless, trembling moans grew louder, her silver-gray eyes locked on them, her slender, trembling body shuddering, her fingers moving with wild, desperate urgency.

Lyan’s storm-gray eyes lingered on Josephine, who stood watching with a wild, mischievous smile, her fingers slowly slipping free from beneath her skirt, glistening with her own heated desire. Her fiery red hair framed her sharp, freckled face, her emerald eyes gleaming with a knowing, hungry intensity. As the Madam of the House of Roses, a legendary courtesan and a former Mythril-ranked mercenary of Arkansas, she was a woman who knew the world and all its desires. And yet, here she was, eyes locked on him, a faint blush touching her cheeks.

"Come, let’s start from you, Jose," Lyan’s voice was a low, commanding rumble, and it sent a thrilling shiver down her spine.

Josephine’s smile widened, her steps slow and deliberate, her hips swaying with a confident, teasing grace. "Fufufu... starting with me, huh?" she purred, her voice a soft, velvet tease. "The poor ’Small General’ might not last if you begin with me."

Her emerald eyes flicked to Alicia, the usually composed and serious "Small General" of the famous Valkyries Mythril-ranked mercenary party. Alicia’s silver-gray eyes were half-lidded with rising heat, her slender, petite body trembling with a growing, uncontrollable hunger. But Lyan knew she needed more time to process her desire, to surrender to it. And Josephine, with her endless stamina and fiery confidence, was the perfect one to begin with.

"Let me clean it up first..." Josephine whispered, licking her lips, a playful, hungry gleam in her eyes.

Slowly, she knelt before Lyan, her elegant, skilled fingers wrapping around his thick, still-pulsing length, still glistening from his passionate union with Wilhelmina. Her hot, wet tongue traced the base, a slow, teasing lick that sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine.

"Mmhh... slrp... slrp..." Her tongue danced along his length, swirling, tracing every throbbing vein, her emerald eyes watching him with a smoldering, mischievous intensity. She took him into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue swirling, her lips forming a tight, teasing seal.

"Ahhh... Josephine..." Lyan growled, his hand resting on her head, his fingers gently threading through her wild, fiery red hair.

"Mmm... slrp... slrp... slrp..." The wet, heated sounds filled the room, Josephine’s lips moving faster, her tongue dancing with a skilled, hungry precision. But just as he felt the rising heat, she pulled back, a teasing smile on her lips, a single strand of her saliva bridging the tip of his thick, pulsing length to her glistening lips.

"Oops," she whispered, her voice a soft, teasing purr. "I want it to fill me... not just my mouth."

Lyan chuckled, his strong hands lifting her easily, her slender, curvy form pressing against his chest. Their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss, their tongues twisting, tasting each other with a desperate, wild heat.

"Mmm... SLRP... mmm...!" Their kiss was a dance of hunger and passion, Josephine’s tongue bold, playful, her hands never still—tracing his shoulders, his jaw, her fingers curling in his dark hair. Wilhelmina watched, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, breathless. The difference was clear—Josephine’s kiss was wild, experienced, a playful, hungry dance that left no room for hesitation.

"Fufufu..." Josephine giggled, her lips brushing against his, her voice a teasing, breathless whisper. "I thought I was too old for this..."

"Too old?" Lyan’s grin widened, his hands sliding down to grip her curvy waist, his fingers tracing the soft, silken curve of her hips. "You shine the brightest now, Josephine."

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and her emerald eyes sparkled with a fierce, almost embarrassed warmth. "Y-You... seriously..."

SLAP!

"AHH!" A sharp, breathless moan slipped from her lips as Lyan’s palm struck her firm, round backside, a faint red mark blossoming against her fair skin.

"You really know how to make me crazy about you, Lyan..." she whispered, her voice a trembling, breathless moan.

"Of course," Lyan growled, his voice a dark, hungry rumble. "I need my women to always be crazy about me."

Their lips crashed together again, tongues twisting, her soft, eager moans muffled by his mouth. Lyan’s powerful hands gripped her waist, and he slowly lowered himself into the comfortable leather chair. But even as he sat, he pulled her onto his lap, her thighs straddling him, the thick, pulsing heat of his length slipping between her soft, warm thighs.

Josephine’s breath came in desperate, ragged gasps, her emerald eyes glazed with wild, untamed hunger. Her fiery red hair tumbled over her shoulders, spilling around them like molten copper, catching the faint, flickering light. Her hands clung to Lyan’s shoulders, her nails digging into his back, leaving faint, reddened trails across his muscled skin.

"Ahh... Lyan..." she gasped, her voice trembling with barely restrained desire, her hips grinding against him, her slick, heated core pressing against the thick, hot length teasing her wet, quivering folds. Each slow, deliberate movement sent waves of searing pleasure racing through her, her thighs trembling with every aching, desperate touch.

Her breath quickened, her voice a soft, desperate whisper. "Please... please... Lyan... I need it... I need you...!"

Lyan’s grin widened, his storm-gray eyes dark with a fierce, hungry intensity. His hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her soft, curvy hips, and he lifted her slightly. The thick, pulsing heat of his length pressed against her slick, desperate entrance.

"Then take it, Josephine..." he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble.

And with a slow, firm thrust, he filled her, the thick, pulsing length sinking deep, stretching her slick, eager walls, inch by agonizing inch.

"AHHHHH...! LYAAANNN...! TOO... TOO HUGE...!" Josephine’s voice broke into a wild, desperate scream, her head falling back, her fiery red hair cascading around them. Her emerald eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a breathless, overwhelmed gasp.

Her hips bucked instinctively, grinding against him, her slick, quivering heat squeezing around him, her entire body trembling with each desperate, breathless movement. Her nails raked across his shoulders, her fingers clutching at his muscled frame as though afraid of being swept away.

"Ahh... Ahhh... Yes... Yes...! Lyan... It... It feels so... SO GOOD...!" she cried, her voice a wild, breathless scream, her entire body writhing against him.

Lyan’s strong hands gripped her waist, his powerful arms lifting her effortlessly, even as he remained seated. He raised her, letting her slender, curvy form slide along his thick, pulsing length, only to pull her back down, the fierce, searing heat filling her again.

"AHHH... LYAN...! YOU’RE... YOU’RE SO... DEEP...! TOO... TOO BIG...!" she cried, her voice wild, desperate, her body trembling with each powerful thrust.

Her moans grew wilder, each desperate, breathless cry filling the room. Her hands clung to his shoulders, her hips grinding, her walls quivering around his thick, pulsing length, squeezing, pulsing, desperate for every inch.

"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"

The wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, each thrust sending shockwaves of white-hot pleasure racing through her. And yet, even as her vision blurred, her breath coming faster, her body quaking with every overwhelming sensation, she leaned to the side, her wild, emerald eyes locking with Wilhelmina’s wide, astonished gaze.

"Watch closely, dear," Josephine gasped, her voice a breathless, trembling purr, even as her own body shuddered with pleasure. "This... this is how you truly enjoy... a man like Lyan..."

Wilhelmina’s cheeks flushed a deep red, her lips parting, her pink hair cascading over her shoulders. Her breath came faster, her chest heaving, and she leaned closer, watching with wide, awestruck eyes.

Josephine’s lips found Lyan’s again, their kiss fierce, wild, tongues tangling, tasting, devouring. "Mmm... SLRP... mmm...!" Her voice was a muffled, desperate whimper, her tongue dancing against his, tasting the heat of his breath.

Her hands slid down his chest, tracing the hard, sculpted muscles, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her trembling fingers. Her hips ground faster, each wild, desperate movement sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through her.

"AHHH... LYAAANNN...! YES...! YES...! MORE...! DON’T STOP...!" she cried, her voice a wild, desperate wail. freёwebnoѵel.com

"More?" Lyan growled, his voice a dark, commanding rumble. His powerful arms tightened around her, and he stood, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist, her back pressing against the cold wall. Her fiery red hair spilled around them, her head falling back, her mouth open in a breathless, desperate scream.

"AHHHHH... LYAAANNN...! I CAN’T...! TOO... TOO MUCH...! AHHHH...!" Her voice was wild, desperate, her entire body trembling, her walls squeezing, clenching around him.

But Lyan didn’t stop. His hips moved faster, his powerful thrusts filling her, stretching her, the thick, pulsing heat sinking deeper, sending shockwaves of blinding, overwhelming pleasure racing through her.

"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"

Her vision blurred, her breath coming faster, her voice a wild, desperate wail. And then she felt it—a thick, pulsing heat flooding her, searing waves of molten bliss filling her, overflowing, spilling down her trembling thighs.

"AHHHHHH... LYAAANNN...! YES... YES... YES...! FILL ME...! AHHHHH...!"

Her entire body quaked, her thighs trembling, her walls squeezing, milking every burning pulse of his release. Her voice broke into wild, breathless screams, her head falling back, her emerald eyes rolling up in a white-hot storm of bliss. "LYAN...! AHHHH...! I’VE... I’VE WAITED FOR THIS... SO LONG...! PLEASE...! MAKE ME PREGNANT...! FILL ME... FILL ME UNTIL I CAN’T HOLD ANYMORE!" Her voice was a wild, desperate wail, her nails raking across his shoulders, her entire body spasming beneath the overwhelming, burning heat filling her, flooding her, her mind lost in a swirling, blinding storm of pleasure and desperate longing.

As her vision cleared, she saw him, Lyan’s storm-gray eyes locked on her, a fierce, dark hunger still burning within them. And beyond him, she saw Alicia—her silver-gray eyes half-lidded, her usually composed face flushed, her small, slender body trembling, her fingers moving with wild, desperate urgency beneath her skirt.

"Alicia..." Josephine whispered, her voice a breathless, trembling murmur.

"Your turn, dear..." Josephine whispered, her voice a breathless, teasing purr. "Don’t be shy... show him everything..."

Lyan chuckled, his voice a low, dark rumble. "Well, it seems our ’Small General’ is about to lose her cool..."

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