Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 476: The Serpent’s Fang and the Velvet Coil (End)

Alicia’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her silver-gray eyes locked on Lyan’s storm-gray gaze. His voice was a low, commanding rumble, warm and steady, yet carrying a quiet intensity that sent a shiver racing down her spine.

"Alice. Come here."

Her petite, slender form trembled, but her steps were firm, measured. Unlike Josephine’s curvaceous, mature body, and Wilhelmina’s well-proportioned elegance, Alicia was small and delicate, her pale, porcelain skin and silver-blonde hair giving her a doll-like appearance. Yet beneath that cute, composed exterior burned a fierce, brilliant mind—the strategist of the Valkyries Mythril-ranked mercenary party, known as the "Small General."

But right now, the famous "Small General" was not her usual composed, calculating self. Her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling, a faint blush painting her pale cheeks. Her small, delicate hands moved with a slight, trembling urgency, pulling at the ties of her uniform, slipping out of the soft, silken fabric. Her slender, modest figure stood exposed, her pale, flawless skin kissed by the warm glow of the lantern light.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him—off the thick, throbbing length between his powerful thighs. Even though she had experienced this before, it had been so long... too long. A faint, nervous shudder raced through her, a mix of excitement and fear tightening in her chest. Her thighs rubbed together instinctively, a soft, warm heat pooling low in her belly.

Her delicate fingers traced the hard, sculpted muscles of his chest, and without a word, she climbed onto his lap, her soft, slender form settling against him. The thick, pulsing heat pressed against her slick, trembling entrance, a gasp slipping free of her lips.

It was too big. Even though she had taken it before, the overwhelming size pressing against her soft, petite body sent a wild, desperate thrill racing through her. Her small hands gripped his shoulders, her silver-gray eyes wide, her breaths coming faster.

"Alice..." Lyan’s voice was a low, soothing whisper. "Calm down. Just look at me."

Her gaze met his—those storm-gray eyes, steady, fierce, filled with a quiet, reassuring strength. He was the only one who had ever seen her like this—the composed, brilliant strategist reduced to a trembling, breathless girl, her cool, calculating demeanor shattered beneath the overwhelming, searing heat of desire.

Her soft, pale lips met his, a gentle, hesitant kiss at first. Her kisses were different—stiff, calculated, as though she was trying to maintain control. But as their lips danced, as his warm, skillful tongue teased against hers, she melted. The quiet, reserved general became something else—hungry, desperate, her cute, pink tongue swirling, twisting with his, tasting, devouring his heated breath.

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

Her soft, desperate whimpers slipped free, her small hands clinging to his shoulders, her slender thighs pressing against his hips. Her kisses grew wild, feverish, her tongue pressing against his, twisting, dancing, eager, needy.

Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against the thick, pulsing heat pressing against her slick, quivering folds. Each touch sent wild, desperate shivers racing through her, her petite body trembling against his strong, muscled frame.

After several minutes of wild, desperate kissing, she pulled back, her cheeks flushed, her silver-gray eyes hazy with overwhelming heat.

"I... I think I’m ready..." she whispered, her voice a breathless, trembling murmur.

Lyan’s strong hands gripped her waist, his storm-gray eyes never leaving hers. "Okay. Tell me if it hurts too much."

Alicia’s slender form trembled, but she nodded, determination flashing in her wide, silver-gray eyes. She thought she could do it. She just needed his kiss—his warmth, his strength.

Alicia’s slender, trembling form hovered above Lyan’s powerful frame, her silver-gray eyes locked onto his storm-gray gaze. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her pale, porcelain skin flushed with a faint pink that deepened with each passing second. Beneath her, his thick, throbbing length pressed against her slick, quivering entrance, its searing heat pulsing against her most sensitive spot.

Lyan’s strong hands gripped her delicate waist, his fingers tracing soothing, reassuring circles against her soft, trembling skin. "Breathe, Alice," he whispered, his voice a low, soothing rumble, calming the frantic, pounding rush in her chest.

She nodded, her silver-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken waterfall, her slender fingers clutching his shoulders for support. Her petite body shuddered, but she trusted him—trusted the steady warmth in his gaze, the strength in his touch. Slowly, she began to lower herself, her slick, aching heat parting, stretching, engulfing the thick, burning length pressing into her.

The thick, pulsing head pressed against her, and a wild, desperate shiver raced through her small, slender form. Her breaths came faster, her voice a soft, trembling whimper. "L-Lyan... ahhh... it’s... it’s too big..."

"You can take it," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low, husky promise. "Just breathe. I’ll guide you."

She bit her lower lip, nodding, her thighs quivering against his hips. Slowly, inch by inch, the thick, burning heat sank deeper into her slick, quivering heat. Each inch sent wild, blinding shockwaves racing through her, her mind swirling in a storm of overwhelming pleasure and searing heat.

"AHHH... M-MMM...!" Her muffled cries slipped free, her soft lips pressing desperately against his, her tongue twisting, swirling, tangling with his in a fierce, hungry kiss. "SLRP... MMM... SLRP...!"

Lyan’s strong hands guided her, lifting her slightly, then easing her down again, each slow, deliberate thrust pressing deeper, stretching her petite body, filling her inch by agonizing inch. Her slender fingers clung to his shoulders, her silver-gray eyes wide, half-lidded, her breaths coming in sharp, desperate gasps.

"Ahhh... it’s... it’s too much... too deep... L-Lyan...!" she whimpered, her voice a trembling, desperate whisper.

"Just a little more," he whispered, his lips capturing hers, his warm, hungry tongue pressing against hers, silencing her soft, desperate moans.

Finally, with a slow, final thrust, he filled her completely—the thick, pulsing length pressing against her deepest, most sensitive spot, a searing, blinding heat that overwhelmed her senses.

"AHHHHHH... LYAAANNN...!" her muffled scream was swallowed by his fierce, devouring kiss, her small, trembling body quaking in his powerful grasp.

But then—

KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Excuse me! Small General!" a voice called from beyond the outer door, muffled yet clear. "It’s a report...!"

Alicia’s silver-gray eyes widened, her breath catching, her walls clenching desperately around the thick, pulsing heat buried deep inside her. Panic and pleasure crashed through her, a wild, blinding storm. But Lyan’s lips didn’t leave hers—his tongue twisted with hers, his strong hands gripping her waist, holding her steady.

"Alice..." Lyan whispered, his voice a dark, teasing rumble against her lips. "Now answer him."

Her cheeks flushed, her slender, trembling body pressing against his strong, muscled chest. She forced herself to breathe, her voice a trembling, desperate whisper. "C-Come in..."

The outer door creaked open, and the young soldier stepped inside, his head bowed respectfully. But the war room was designed with an antechamber—he could only see the shadowed figures within, the flickering lantern light casting their forms in vague, shifting silhouettes.

"Small General, we have confirmed sightings—Varzadian scouts have been seen near the western pass."

"I... I... u-understand..." Alicia stammered, her voice trembling. But even as she spoke, Lyan’s strong hands gripped her waist, his hips shifting, a slow, subtle grind sending fresh, blinding waves of pleasure racing through her.

"Mmmph...!" Alicia’s voice was a muffled, desperate whimper, her lips pressing against Lyan’s in a fierce, devouring kiss. "Mmm... SLRP... mmmph...!"

"There... there’s another report!" the soldier continued, his voice urgent. "Enemy forces have been spotted... approaching Lisban!"

Her slender, trembling form quaked against Lyan’s chest, her silver-gray eyes half-lidded, her voice a muffled, desperate whisper. "Y-Yes... understood... Continue..."

Lyan’s hips moved again, slow, deep thrusts, the thick, pulsing heat pressing against her deepest, most sensitive spot. Her slender fingers clung to his shoulders, her small, soft tongue twisting, swirling with his, her desperate, muffled moans swallowed by his fierce, devouring kisses.

"LYAAANNN...!" she gasped against his lips, her voice a wild, desperate wail. But the soldier continued.

"The southern supply line has been compromised—enemy saboteurs have been seen!"

Her breaths came faster, her slender form trembling, her mind a swirling, blinding storm of wild, overwhelming pleasure and frantic panic. But Lyan’s hips never stopped—the slow, deep, relentless rhythm driving her wild.

"Y-Yes... u-understood..." she gasped, her voice a desperate, trembling whisper.

"Do you have further orders, Small General?" the soldier asked.

Lyan’s strong hands gripped her waist tighter, his thick, pulsing length pressing even deeper, sending fresh, blinding shockwaves racing through her. His lips claimed hers, his fierce, devouring kiss silencing her desperate, muffled cries.

"Ahhh... L-Lyan...!" she whimpered against his lips, her soft, trembling form quaking in his powerful embrace.

"No... n-no further... orders..." she gasped, her voice a trembling, desperate whisper. "Dismissed..."

"Yes, ma’am!" The soldier bowed, his steps retreating, the outer door creaking shut.

And then Lyan’s pace quickened—his hips thrusting faster, harder, the thick, pulsing length pressing against her deepest, most sensitive spot, each movement sending wild, blinding waves of overwhelming heat racing through her.

"LYAAANNN...! AH... AHHH...! I... I CAN’T...! I CAN’T...!" she wailed, her voice a wild, desperate scream, her silver-gray eyes rolling back, her slender fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Then take it, Alice..." Lyan growled, his voice a dark, fierce promise.

"AHHHH...!" her wild, breathless scream was swallowed by his fierce, devouring kiss, her soft, desperate moans muffled by his mouth. "MMM... SLRP... MMMMPH...!"

Her vision blurred, her mind a swirling, blinding storm of white-hot pleasure. And then she felt it—the thick, pulsing heat swelling, throbbing, and then—

"MMMMMMPH...!" Her voice was a wild, muffled scream, her small, trembling body shuddering violently as a scalding, molten heat flooded her, filling her completely, overflowing, spilling out, a thick, warm trickle tracing her trembling thighs.

Her stomach bulged, a faint, warm pressure spreading low in her belly, and her voice broke into wild, desperate whimpers. Her small fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, her silver-gray eyes rolling up, her mind lost in a blinding, white-hot storm of overwhelming pleasure.

Lyan’s strong hands held her tight, his fierce, devouring kiss never leaving her, his warm, molten seed flooding her, filling her, overwhelming her.

And even as the heat spilled, her trembling thighs slick with the overflowing warmth, she clung to him, her soft, desperate kisses pressing against his lips.

"LYAAANNN...! I... I LOVE YOU...!" she gasped, her voice a wild, breathless whisper, her mind a swirling, blinding storm of desperate, overwhelming pleasure.

Alicia’s silver-gray eyes fluttered, her vision swimming in a dreamy, light-headed haze. Her slender, trembling form pressed against Lyan’s strong, warm chest, her silver-blonde hair clinging to her damp forehead. Her breath came in soft, shallow gasps, her small, delicate hands still gripping his shoulders. A faint, blissful smile spread across her lips, her cheeks flushed a warm, rosy pink.

"That... that was so exciting..." she whispered, her voice a soft, breathless murmur. Her lips felt swollen, slick with their shared saliva, her dazed, silver-gray eyes brimming with a lingering glow.

"Oh, truly exciting indeed," Josephine’s voice chimed in, a teasing, breathless lilt coloring her words. Her emerald eyes sparkled with wicked amusement, her lips curled in a mischievous grin. "Maybe next time... we can do it at the soldier camp. Imagine the thrill..."

Wilhelmina, still catching her breath, muttered, almost absentmindedly, "Noble meetings..."

Lyan’s deep, dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, his storm-gray eyes flicking between the three women, warmth and amusement dancing in his gaze. "It seems that all of my girls are perverted."

But before he could say more, he felt Alicia’s slender, trembling form shift against him. Her soft, delicate walls quivered around his thick, still-pulsing length, and her silver-gray eyes shimmered with a strange, desperate intensity. "I... I want to continue..." she whispered, her voice a breathless, pleading whisper.

"That’s unfair!" Josephine’s voice rang out, a playful pout twisting her lush, crimson lips. Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders like molten copper, her mature, curvaceous body pressing closer. "We’re still here too, you know!"

Wilhelmina’s sharp, sapphire-blue eyes gleamed with a quiet, intense hunger. Her long, elegant pink hair shimmered in the flickering lantern light, her slender, well-proportioned body flushed with lingering heat. "Yes, we should all continue... together," she whispered, her voice a sultry, breathless purr.

Lyan couldn’t help but grin—a slow, wicked smile spreading across his lips. "Oh? All three of you?"

They didn’t hesitate. Josephine, Wilhelmina, and Alicia moved to the sturdy, wide desk at the center of the war-room, each of them sitting on the edge, their slender, trembling legs spreading wide, their soft, glistening petals exposed, warm and inviting.

Lyan’s storm-gray eyes swept over them—Josephine, with her fiery, mature beauty and lush, curvaceous form; Wilhelmina, with her elegant, refined beauty, her long pink hair cascading over her shoulders; and Alicia, small, slender, delicate, her silver-gray eyes half-lidded with lingering heat.

"This... is a heaven of men," Lyan murmured, his voice a low, husky rumble.

"Oh, a heaven only you can enter, Viscount Evocatore... my lovely husband..." Josephine whispered, her voice a teasing, provocative purr.

Husband. The word sent a wild, electric thrill racing through their trembling bodies, their soft, quivering wombs tightening, clenching in desperate, yearning heat.

"Yes, my wives..." Lyan whispered, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Mine... all of you..."

And then he moved.

Lyan stepped between Josephine’s spread thighs first, his strong hands gripping her hips, his lips claiming hers in a fierce, devouring kiss. "Mmm... SLRP... mmm...!" Their tongues twisted, tangled, his thick, pulsing length pressing against her slick, quivering entrance.

"AHHHH... YES... LYAN...! AHHHH... SO FULL...!" Josephine’s voice was a wild, desperate scream, her emerald eyes rolling back, her fiery red hair cascading around her, her mature, curvaceous body trembling violently.

But even as he filled Josephine, his hands never stopped—one hand slipped to Wilhelmina’s waist, his fingers tracing slow, teasing circles against her slick, heated skin, sending shivers racing through her.

"Oh... ahhh... Lyan..." Wilhelmina’s voice was a soft, breathless moan, her slender fingers clutching at his arm.

His other hand cupped Alicia’s delicate cheek, his thumb brushing her swollen, parted lips. Her silver-gray eyes were half-lidded, her soft, trembling form pressing against his touch.

And then he switched. His thick, throbbing length slid free of Josephine’s quivering heat, pressing against Wilhelmina’s slick, aching entrance instead. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"AHHHH... LYAAANNN...! YES...! TOO... TOO DEEP...!" Wilhelmina’s voice was a wild, desperate scream, her long pink hair spilling around her, her slender, elegant form quaking in his powerful embrace.

But he didn’t stop. His lips claimed Alicia’s—soft, delicate, her tongue twisted, tangled with his, her slender, trembling form quivering in his grasp.

"SLRP... MMM... SLRP...!" Alicia’s muffled moans were a wild, desperate chorus, her silver-gray eyes shimmering, her soft, delicate hands clutching at his shoulders.

And then he switched again—his thick, pulsing length plunging into Alicia’s slick, desperate heat, filling her petite, trembling body.

"AHHHHH... LYAAANNN...! I... I CAN’T...! IT’S TOO... TOO MUCH...!" Alicia’s voice was a wild, breathless wail, her silver-gray eyes rolling up, her slender, delicate body quaking.

His strong hands gripped her waist, lifting her, his lips trailing heated kisses down Josephine’s heaving chest, his tongue swirling around her hardened, sensitive peaks.

"YES... YES... LYAAANNN...! FILL ME...! AHHHH...!" Josephine’s wild, breathless screams filled the room, her fingers digging into his hair.

And then he switched again—his thick, pulsing length pressing into Wilhelmina’s slick, quivering heat once more, his lips crashing against hers in a fierce, devouring kiss.

"Mmm... SLRP... MMM...!" Wilhelmina’s voice was a wild, desperate moan, her soft, trembling form quaking in his powerful grasp.

Each kiss, each touch, each powerful, relentless thrust filled the room with their wild, breathless screams, their desperate, trembling moans.

"LYAAANNN...! MORE...! MORE...!" Josephine’s voice was a wild, desperate wail.

"LYAAANNN...! I... I LOVE YOU...!" Wilhelmina’s voice was a breathless, trembling whisper.

"LYAAANNN...! YES... YES...! TOO MUCH...! AHHHH...!" Alicia’s voice was a wild, breathless scream.

And then, just as the wild, blinding heat threatened to consume them—

The door swung open.

"Commander! I have—"

Belle stepped inside, her emerald silk gown shimmering, her silver hair cascading around her, her bright, emerald-green eyes wide with shock. The stack of scrolls she carried tumbled to the floor with a scattered rustle.

"That’s... THAT’S UNFAIR!" she shouted, her voice a wild, scandalized cry.

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By midday, mist curled thick around the advancing decoy force. Ravia and Xena caught movement—a shadowy rider vanishing into the trees. Ravia signaled Lyan: Varzadian scouts had taken the bait.

From the manor’s high tower, Belle noted distant signals—enemy flags flashing messages. Josephine rode swiftly, alerting the hidden army. Lyan raised his hand, signaling silent readiness. He watched the enemy cavalry thunder into the clearing, expecting retreating prey. Instead, Lyan’s hidden force burst forth from dense woods, pikes and arrows tearing into the shocked Varzadians.

Wilhelmina commanded archers, her voice sharp and precise. Josephine led flanking riders, striking deep into enemy lines. Xena and Ravia struck from the edges, their blades swift and merciless. Amidst the chaos, Lyan wielded his glaive, precise cuts bringing down enemy commanders, his movements cold and calculated.

The battle ended swiftly, Varzadians breaking ranks in panic, easily overtaken and subdued. Lyan surveyed the aftermath, his glaive dripping blood, eyes heavy with weariness and resolve.

Wilhelmina approached, armor marred but expression fierce. "They’re broken," she said firmly.

"For now," Lyan replied, voice low. "More will come."

Belle and Josephine reported their captures and kills; Ravia and Xena confirmed no survivors had escaped. The enemy had learned nothing of their true strength.

Lyan ordered rest and regrouping, his gaze lingering on the darkening horizon. "Tonight we cut one head of the serpent. More will follow."

Wilhelmina’s hand found his, their fingers briefly entwined. "Together," she murmured softly, a fierce promise in her eyes.

Night fell, and Lisban braced itself. The serpent’s coils tightened, but Lyan stood ready—poised to turn the snake’s venom back upon itself.

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