Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 488: The Fun in The Woods (2)

Raine turned, silver hair shimmering in the misty moonlight, her smile lingering even as she disappeared into the trees. But her warmth, her taste, her desperate, whispered cries—they all remained, seared into Lyan’s memory.

"So why are you here, Belle?" Lyan’s voice cut through the mist, his tone calm but sharp. His storm-gray eyes turned toward the shadows, and there, stepping gracefully into the moonlight, appeared Belle. The silver glow bathed her figure, tracing the elegant curves beneath her emerald cloak, her long purplish-pink hair cascading in gentle waves over her shoulders. The moonlight seemed to enhance her beauty, her emerald eyes catching the silver glow with a soft, enchanting sparkle.

Belle giggled, a light, melodic sound that seemed to dance on the mist. Her cheeks were flushed, and her fingers shimmered slightly with a faint wet sheen—clear evidence she had been watching them from the beginning. "I was just... observing. Couldn’t help myself. It was quite the show."

Lyan sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You’re incorrigible."

She stepped closer, each movement like a slow, sensual glide. "Was that... Raine?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of mischief.

"Yes," Lyan replied simply, his gaze steady on her. "She was here."

Belle’s smile softened, but a faint flicker of concern crossed her features. "I can’t help but worry about Alina and the others. But they’re strong... I’m sure they’re fine." Her fingers absentmindedly brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, her gaze shifting to the mist-shrouded forest. "But will the mountain tribes really hear them?"

Lyan’s expression grew serious. "They should. Lara, Tara, and Sigrid are there too, representing me as the great chief’s mistresses—whatever those mountain tribes call them. It should be fine. But I still worry."

Belle’s lips curved into a gentle, reassuring smile, and she stepped closer, reaching out to touch his cheek. "They’ll be fine. You always choose capable women... and they’ve chosen you, too." Her voice grew softer. "But still..."

Her expression shifted, her pout playful yet tinged with a hint of longing. "It’s unfair, you know... you’ve had your fun with Ravia, Xena, Madam Josephine, Wilhelmina, Alice... and now even Raine. And yet... here I am, untouched and neglected."

Lyan chuckled, a low, warm sound that sent a shiver through Belle. He reached out, his hand smoothly sliding around her waist, his fingers gripping one of her bountiful, round buttocks, squeezing with a teasing pressure. "I’m sorry, okay?" he whispered, his tone both sincere and teasing. "I never intended to neglect you."

Her pout deepened, though a blush warmed her cheeks. "You’re such a bad man..." she murmured, but her voice trembled with excitement.

Her hand slipped lower, brushing against the hard, towering length beneath his trousers, and as soon as her fingers made contact, a rush of heat surged through her. Her pulse quickened, and a soft, involuntary gasp escaped her lips. "Oh my... it’s... still so... huge..." Her voice quivered with a mix of awe and hunger.

Lyan’s lips captured hers before she could speak further, his kiss deep and passionate. Her playful pout melted away, replaced by a desperate, needy moan. Their tongues danced, a soft, wet sound of their kissing mingling with the rustle of the misty forest. Her fingers tightened around his hardness, pressing, feeling its searing heat through the fabric.

Belle’s body seemed to move on instinct, her other hand already working at the clasp of her emerald cloak, letting it slide from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Lyan’s fingers were just as swift, tugging at the ribbons and clasps of her bodice. Fabric slipped away, revealing her soft, creamy skin, her lush, generous breasts bouncing free. His hands immediately claimed them, fingers kneading, his lips breaking from hers only to trail down her jaw, her neck, and finally—

"Ahhnn... L-Lyan...!" she gasped, her voice a sweet, breathless whisper. His tongue traced circles around her sensitive peaks, his teeth grazing ever so gently, sending tingling waves of pleasure straight to her core. Each kiss, each lick seemed to leave a mark, a brand that claimed her, and she loved it.

She could feel a growing warmth, a pooling heat between her thighs, and her fingers continued to caress his thick, heated length, now freed from his trousers. Her hand couldn’t even fully encircle it, but that didn’t stop her from stroking, feeling it twitch beneath her touch.

Lyan’s mouth claimed her other breast, his fingers tweaking the pebbled peak of the first, drawing another sweet, needy moan from her lips. "Your body... it’s so soft... so delicious..." he whispered, his voice hot against her skin. "I could never get tired of this."

Belle’s cheeks burned, but a playful smile danced on her lips. "Then... then don’t stop. Take me... make me yours again."

His lips found hers, and they kissed once more, even deeper, their tongues twisting together, wet and hungry. Her legs felt weak beneath her, but his strong arms held her firm, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. Her bare thighs wrapped around his waist, and she could feel that immense heat pressing against her stomach, the thick, pulsing length teasing the soft valley between her bountiful breasts.

Unable to resist, she leaned back slightly, her hands pressing her breasts together, enveloping his length between them. The soft, warm flesh of her chest squeezed around him, and she began to move, sliding him back and forth, her own body thrilling at the sensation.

"Nnn... it’s... it’s so thick..." she whispered, her breath growing heavier. Her emerald eyes gazed up at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in a teasing smile. "You really are a monster, aren’t you?"

Lyan’s chuckle was dark and low, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. "Only for you..." he whispered, his voice a heated promise.

The friction of her soft breasts against his length was a maddening sensation, and soon enough, the tip began to throb, a heated pressure building within him. Belle’s teasing smile only widened as she leaned forward, her lips parting just in time to catch the first thick spurt of his release.

"Mmhh—!" she moaned, her tongue lapping at the thick, heated taste, her eyes half-lidded with bliss. But she didn’t stop. With a swift, almost feline grace, she slipped down, pressing her soft lips around his throbbing length, taking him into her mouth.

Her tongue danced along the underside, each gulp audible, her throat flexing as she swallowed. "Mmh... slurp... glrk... slurp..." The wet, rhythmic sounds of her mouth working sent another rush of heat through Lyan’s body. Her hands gripped his thighs, her head bobbing, her hair cascading around her flushed cheeks. Every gulp, every soft whimper of pleasure seemed to make his pulse thunder.

Finally, she pulled back, a faint trail of warmth dripping from her lips. Her tongue flicked out, catching the last few drops. "Hehehe... that tastes so good..." she whispered, licking her lips with a satisfied smile. Her gaze met his, hunger still burning in her emerald eyes. "But now I want it... here."

Her hand slipped down between her thighs, fingers parting to reveal her glistening, eager warmth. The moonlight painted silver highlights across her flushed, needy expression, and Lyan’s desire surged once more.

With a swift, firm grip, he lifted her higher, aligning her slick heat with his throbbing length. Belle’s arms wrapped around his neck, her lips seeking his in another hungry, desperate kiss. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingled, and she whispered between gasps, "Please... Lyan... take me... now..."

Her voice was a pleading, breathless melody, and he didn’t make her wait. With a steady, powerful thrust, he claimed her, her moan swallowed by their kiss, her body arching against him, clinging to him with desperate, trembling need.

Belle’s muffled shout was swallowed by Lyan’s mouth as their kiss deepened, tongues twisting, warm and wet, a dance of hunger and desperation. Her lips were plush, her tongue thick and full, just like her voluptuous body—each taste, each touch, so uniquely hers, rich and intoxicating. Her flavor was sweet and faintly fruity, a taste he would never tire of. Their kiss was a storm, fierce and all-consuming, her muffled moans vibrating against his mouth with every thrust that rocked her body.

"MMHH—MMMPHH!" Belle’s cries became a needy, muffled melody, her voice rising in pitch each time he drove into her. Her thick, soft thighs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, clinging to him like a lifeline. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their softness molding to his solid frame, her hardened peaks rubbing against his heated skin.

Lyan’s hands gripped her generous hips, the soft, round flesh spilling between his fingers. He pulled her against him with every thrust, guiding her movements, his strength making her feel weightless despite her voluptuous frame. His hips rolled with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his length filling her completely, stretching her with each plunge, her slick warmth gripping him with desperate need.

"SLAP... SLAP... SLAP..." The wet, rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the misty moonlit clearing, each impact a shockwave of bliss that left Belle gasping against his lips.

Her tongue moved hungrily, eagerly seeking his, swirling, tasting, her desperate muffled moans fueling his desire. Each thrust drew another muffled cry, her body shuddering, pressing tighter against him. "MHHH—AHHH—MMMPHH!" Her voice was a desperate plea, her body arching, hips grinding instinctively against him.

Lyan’s hands moved, one slipping to her bountiful backside, squeezing, the other tracing her waist, feeling the soft curve that led to the gentle slope of her back. He slapped her plump buttocks, a sharp, wet smack that sent a ripple through her flesh.

"MMMHHH—!" Belle’s muffled scream was a mixture of shock and ecstasy, her walls tightening around him in response. Her hips bucked against him, desperate, seeking more, needing more. "F-Faster... please...!" she whimpered, her voice muffled by his mouth.

Lyan’s grip tightened, and his pace quickened, his thrusts growing more powerful, each one sending a deep, searing heat crashing through her. Her muffled cries grew louder, more desperate, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, her thighs squeezing around him.

"SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP..." The wet, rapid slapping sound filled the forest, drowning out even the rustle of leaves. His strength never wavered, each thrust pushing her closer, driving her mad with pleasure.

"MMMMMHHH—!!!" Her muffled shout became a frantic, animalistic howl as the first wave of ecstasy crashed through her. Her body tensed, trembling, her warmth pulsing around him, squeezing, milking him. But Lyan didn’t stop. His lips devoured her cries, his hips a relentless rhythm that left her mind blank with bliss.

Her vision blurred, her senses overwhelmed by the heat, the pressure, the sheer intensity of his relentless thrusts. Her thoughts were a wild, swirling storm. How did she end up here? The mischievous, independent Belle, who once thought she needed no one but her sisters of the House of Roses... now clinging to this man, craving him, addicted to his touch. Her body responded to him without thought, her own lust spiraling out of control.

"LYAN—MMMHH—SO BIG—!!" she screamed, her voice muffled but loud, desperate. Each thrust seemed to reach deeper, each withdrawal leaving her empty, only to be filled again. Her arms tightened around his neck, her nails digging into his back, her thighs locking around his waist.

His lips left hers, and his mouth found her throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Her moans turned to breathless, shuddering gasps, her purplish-pink hair cascading around them, sticking to her sweat-slicked cheeks. "HNNGH—MORE—PLEASE—MORE!" she screamed, her voice wild, needy.

Lyan’s hips surged faster, his powerful hands lifting her slightly, each thrust lifting her bountiful body against him. The thick, relentless heat filled her over and over, the wet, rhythmic slap of their union growing louder.

"SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP—"

Belle’s screams grew louder, her mind shattering under the onslaught of pleasure. Her body convulsed, another wave of ecstasy crashing through her, her warmth pulsing, clenching around him. But Lyan didn’t stop. His strength seemed endless, each thrust a surge of heat, each kiss a brand of passion.

"NNGH—NNNHH—GODS—LYAN—!!!"

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