Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 487: The Fun in The Woods (1)

His fingers found the buttons of her white blouse, slipping them free with practiced ease. Raine’s skin shivered beneath the cold forest air, but the heat of his touch chased the chill away. Her blouse slipped from her shoulders, revealing the soft curves of her pale, supple breasts, each crowned with pink, already pebbled with excitement.

Lyan’s lips trailed from her neck, down to her collarbone, and then lower. His tongue traced gentle circles around her sensitive peaks, his teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. His mark—red, hot, and unmistakable—began to bloom against her skin, and she shivered, pressing against him.

"Mmm... that’s... too much..." she whispered, but her fingers only dug harder into his hair, holding him close.

He pulled back just long enough to drink in the sight of her—silver hair cascading over bare shoulders, flushed cheeks, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath. She was breathtaking, a living masterpiece, and he didn’t intend to waste a moment.

Raine’s fingers tugged at his belt, slipping it free, and with a deft motion—expected of one of the world’s finest butlers—she pushed his trousers down, and his length sprang free. Her eyes widened briefly, cheeks flaring red as she bit her lip. "Seriously... It’s... so huge..."

"And it’s all for you," he whispered, his voice a heated promise.

He swept her up effortlessly, making her yelp, but even in her surprise, she didn’t break their kiss. Their tongues danced once more, her desperate little sounds swallowed by his mouth. His hands gripped her thighs, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin, and he guided her back against the soft trunk of a moss-covered tree. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and she could feel that impossible heat pressing against her, pulsing with need.

"I’m going in," he whispered against her ear.

A shiver ran through her, and her hands gripped his shoulders tighter. "H-Hurry... please..."

With a slight adjustment, he aligned himself, his thick head pressing against her wet warmth. Raine’s breathing hitched, her gaze locking onto his. He pushed, and her mouth fell open, a soundless gasp before—

"AHH—! HNNGH—!!" Raine’s shout was muffled, swallowed by Lyan’s mouth as he claimed her lips again, their tongues tangling with a desperate hunger that matched the heated pressure stretching her lower body. Her entire world became that overwhelming, searing fullness, that incredible thickness pressing deeper, pulsing, forcing her body to adapt to his relentless size. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Too big... too much... but perfect... Her thoughts were a tangled mess of shock, pleasure, and longing, all crashing together like waves against a cliff. She never imagined she would be here, lost in such overwhelming sensation. Not her—the mischievous little sister who once thought her world only needed her big sister Ravia and her gramps, the legendary White Shadow Abraham. She had always been so certain of her place, so sure that no one else could fit into her carefully guarded life.

But here she was, pinned against the moss-covered tree, Lyan’s hands gripping her thighs, his body pressing her into the rough bark that seemed almost soft under her. The thick, humid mist of the forest curled around them, hiding their union, but she barely noticed. Her world was Lyan—his lips devouring her moans, his breath hot against her cheek, his relentless, stretching heat filling her completely.

"Lyan—! I—It’s too... too much!" she gasped, but her body betrayed her, her hips bucking instinctively against his, seeking more even as her voice quivered with helpless pleasure.

His lips left hers, trailing kisses along her jawline, down to her neck where his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. "I know you can take it," he whispered, voice dark with desire. "You always do."

"AHHHH! M-MORE—!!" she cried, her voice bouncing between desperate plea and wild demand. Her fingers clawed at his back, nails dragging over his shirt before they found his hair, tangling and pulling. "Faster... please... faster...!"

Lyan’s grip tightened, and his hips moved faster, the wet, lewd sounds of their joining filling the mist-shrouded clearing. Flesh slapped against flesh, a rhythm of lust and need. Each thrust sent a shockwave of bliss through her, her body shuddering with every impact. She could feel every inch of him—hot, thick, pulsing—and her walls clenched around him instinctively, as if trying to hold him deeper.

The pleasure was too much, too intense, yet she didn’t want it to stop. Each surge, each deep, pounding thrust sent her thoughts spiraling, her mind a haze of white-hot sensation. She was losing herself—no, she had already lost herself. A mischievous girl who thought she needed no one beyond her sister and gramps was now here, craving this man’s touch, his heat, his affection.

Lyan’s mouth found her breast, teeth grazing her pebbled peak before his tongue soothed it, leaving a faint mark, his claim. Raine’s moans turned desperate, each gasp a plea, each cry a testament to her surrender.

"G-Gods—yes—YES—LYAN—!" she shouted, the sound carrying through the trees. But no one would hear them here. No one except the mist and the night. And that only made it more thrilling.

Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, her hips moving instinctively, meeting each of his thrusts, her moans growing louder, desperate. Her silver hair tangled against the tree bark, her flushed cheeks glowing even in the pale light. Her lips parted, eyes half-lidded with bliss. "S-So good... you’re too... big... so big!"

"I’m close..." Lyan growled, his breath hot against her ear, and his thrusts grew wilder, more powerful.

"Yes... yes... please!" she gasped, her walls tightening around him, clenching, trying to pull him even deeper. She knew it was coming—what she had been waiting for. Her eyes closed, her thoughts racing. Xena’s words echoed in her mind, a teasing whisper about using the plug to keep his seed inside, as a lucky charm. A shiver of excitement washed over her.

"Inside...! Please—INSIDE—!" she screamed, and her entire body tensed as she felt the heat of his release flood into her. The thick warmth seemed endless, filling her so deeply she could feel it pressing against her womb. Her belly even swelled slightly, a faint, visible bulge that sent another rush of pleasure through her. "AHHHH—!! I-IT’S SO MUCH—!"

Her head fell back, silver hair a wild halo against the dark, damp bark. Her body trembled, her voice broke into gasping moans as the warmth seemed to spread, a sensation that left her lightheaded, her mind adrift in a blissful haze. But even as the overwhelming sensation washed over her, even as she panted against his shoulder, her arms still wrapped around him, her lips brushed against his ear.

"Please... more..." she whispered, a quiver of need lacing her voice.

Lyan’s answer was a fierce, hungry kiss, and without pulling out, he began to move again. Her gasp turned into a sharp, breathless moan as the heat surged anew, the thick, slick sensation of him moving inside her mixing with the warmth already filling her. Her body responded without hesitation, her hips meeting his, her legs tightening around his waist.

"Ahh—yes—more—MORE!" she cried, her voice desperate, her silver hair sticking to her damp cheeks. Each thrust sent another wave of bliss crashing through her, her entire world narrowing to the overwhelming sensation, the pulse of his heat, the feeling of being filled and stretched. "GODS—! YES—! HNNGH—!"

Her body seemed to melt against him, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, her moans louder now, no longer muffled by the mist or the forest. She was losing control, and she loved it. Loved the way he drove her mad, the way he filled her so completely.

And it didn’t stop. Again, she felt that building pressure, that desperate ache tightening in her core, and then— "LYAN—!" she screamed, her body arching, her vision flashing white. Another rush of heat flooded her, his release meeting her clenching warmth, overflowing, spilling down her thighs. But she didn’t care.

Her lips brushed his, a soft, desperate whisper escaping. "You... you can keep going... right?" Her voice was a shaky, playful tease, but the hunger in her eyes betrayed her. And he didn’t disappoint. His hands gripped her thighs, and he began again, relentless, each thrust sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through her already trembling body.

Minutes blurred into an hour, their moans, cries, and whispered names blending into the mist-shrouded night. Her legs wobbled, her strength fading, but she didn’t want to let go. Each time she thought she couldn’t take any more, he would slow, kiss her deeply, and then surge forward again, her voice spilling over in desperate, breathless cries.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of heated, overwhelming bliss, Raine’s strength failed. Her body trembled, her legs barely supporting her as Lyan’s arms held her upright. Her head rested against his shoulder, her silver hair a damp, tangled curtain. Her breath came in soft, panting gasps.

"Y-You really... are a monster..." she whispered, her voice a mix of exhaustion and playful affection.

Lyan chuckled, his lips brushing against her forehead. "You say that, but you didn’t want me to stop."

Her laugh was weak, but warm, and she hugged him tighter. "I... didn’t. I never do..."

As the mist swirled around them, she thought of Xena’s gift, the plug she planned to use—keeping his warmth inside, her lucky charm. It was a silly thought, but it made her smile.

But finally, reluctantly, she pulled away, her legs wobbly, and she straightened her butler’s suit with a shaky hand. "I should... go back. Big sis Surena and Emilia will worry."

"Can you walk?" Lyan teased, his grin mischievous.

"Shut up," she muttered, cheeks burning. "Not all of us are monsters." But even as she tried to maintain her usual playful tone, her fingers brushed against his chest, lingering. "Promise me... you’ll come back safely. Promise."

He leaned in, kissed her forehead gently. "I promise."

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