Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 489: The Fun in The Woods (End)

"NNGH—NNNHH—GODS—LYAN—!!!" she howled, her voice wild, desperate. Her body trembled, her vision blurred, but her hips kept moving, grinding against him, chasing that heat, that overwhelming bliss.

"I’m... I’m close...!" Lyan growled, his voice rough, his pace turning wild, his hips slamming into her, the wet slap growing frantic.

"YES—YES—LYAN—INSIDE—PLEASE—FILL ME—!!" she screamed, her voice a desperate, pleading cry.

With one final, powerful thrust, his warmth surged inside her, a flood that seemed to ignite her entire body. Her belly swelled slightly, a faint bulge pressing against his abdomen, and her moan became a wild, breathless scream. "AHHHHHH—!!! I-IT’S SO MUCH—!!"

Her body quivered, her warmth flooding around him, her mind drowning in bliss. But even as the heat filled her, even as her vision blurred with stars, her lips found his again, her tongue desperate, clinging to his taste, his warmth.

"SLURP... MMMH... MMHH..." The wet, heated sound of their desperate, hungry kiss filled the air, their lips never parting, even as his warmth continued to flood her. Her body shuddered, her mind a blissful haze.

Minutes seemed to stretch, the wet, rhythmic slap slowing, their breaths mingling, their lips dancing. His hands held her steady, her soft, bountiful body clinging to him, her legs locked around his waist. She could still feel his pulsing heat, even after that thick, overwhelming rush. Her own warmth continued to pulse around him, her body desperate to keep him.

Lyan’s lips left hers, trailing soft kisses along her cheek, her jaw, her ear. His breath was hot against her skin, his voice a soft, satisfied whisper. "Belle... you’re incredible..."

Her breath came in soft, shuddering gasps, her cheeks flushed, her emerald eyes half-lidded with lingering bliss. "Ah... ah... that felt... too good... too... too much..."

Their lips met again, another slow, heated kiss, her tongue still hungry, her fingers tracing the back of his neck. Her body continued to cling to his, her warmth still pulsing, her mind lost in the lingering glow.

Finally, as their lips parted, she gazed up at him with a teasing, playful smile. "Can we... go back like this? I want to train my illusion magic." Her voice was a breathless whisper, but her mischievous spark had returned, her emerald eyes shining.

Lyan’s pulse raced at the thought of Belle’s words, and a wicked smile tugged at his lips. The thrill of her request stirred something primal within him. "Training your illusion magic while doing this... You’re really something else, Belle."

Belle giggled, a mischievous sparkle in her emerald eyes. She raised one delicate hand, and a soft, violet glow enveloped her fingertips. "Pilia... come here, sweetie."

From the mist, a shimmering, jelly-like form slithered into view—Pilia, the Papilio Slime, her monster child. The creature was no longer the tiny, adorable creature she once was; it had grown to the size of a lamb, its gelatinous body rippling with faint, iridescent hues. It let out a soft, chiming purr as it nestled beside Belle.

"Help us, okay?" Belle whispered. Pilia shimmered, its body vibrating gently, and a radiant light spread from it, enveloping both Belle and Lyan. He felt a faint tingle, a subtle shimmer covering their bodies—a powerful illusion spell, but more. Soundproof, invisible to the outside, a masterful combination of Belle’s and Pilia’s magic. freewebnσvel.cѳm

But Lyan didn’t stop there. He raised his hand, dark shadows swirling around his fingers before sinking into the shimmering barrier. His own incubus magic seeped into the illusion, further enhancing it, making it almost impossible to detect.

"Now," he whispered, his voice warm against Belle’s ear. "Let’s go."

Belle’s smile widened, her cheeks flushing even deeper, her breath quickening. The thrill of being so exposed yet completely unseen sent a rush of excitement through her. Her tongue flicked out, a silent, eager invitation, and Lyan didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his lips crashing against hers, his tongue plunging deep, tasting her sweetness again.

"MMMPHH... SLURP... MMH..." Their kiss was a wet, hungry dance, their tongues twisting, her muffled moans vibrating against his mouth.

Lyan’s hands tightened on her hips, holding her close as they began to move. With each step, she could feel his length shifting inside her, each subtle movement sending jolts of heat through her body. She clung to him, her fingers tangled in his hair, her lips never leaving his.

They stepped out of the misty grove, moving slowly, deliberately. Around them, the Astellian camp bustled with activity—soldiers tending to weapons, scouts returning from the forest, the crackle of fires, the murmured conversations of tired warriors.

And yet, to all of them, Lyan and Belle were invisible. Only a faint shimmer in the air hinted at their presence, and even that was nearly impossible to notice.

"SLAP... SLAP... SLAP..." The wet, rhythmic sound of their flesh meeting echoed within the barrier, but to those outside, it was nothing but silence.

Belle’s moans were muffled against Lyan’s lips, but they grew louder, more desperate. "MMMH—LYAN—NNGH—" Her voice was a heated, breathless whisper, her emerald eyes half-lidded with bliss.

A pair of soldiers marched past, their armor clinking in time with their heavy boots, laughter trailing behind them. One of them sniffed the air, brow furrowing. "Do you... smell something... sweet?" he muttered, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"Eh, you’re just hungry," his companion grumbled, slapping his shoulder. "Come on, we’re on patrol."

But as they walked away, a faint, glistening trail marked the grass beneath them—a shimmering path of silver that curved and twisted, pooling in tiny drops along the way. It was a trail left by the slow, rhythmic motion of Lyan’s hips, buried deep inside Belle.

Belle’s breath came in quick, ragged gasps, her emerald eyes half-lidded with a blend of pleasure and fear. The thrill of being so close to being discovered made her whole body tremble, a heat rushing through her that had nothing to do with the pleasure coursing between her thighs. "MMMPH—AHH—LYAN—NNGH—!" Her fingers clawed at his back, her lips pressing desperately against his, her tongue seeking his in a frenzied dance.

"SLAP... SLAP... SLAP..."

The wet, rhythmic sound of their joining was muffled by Lyan’s powerful arms wrapped around her, his body moving with a slow, relentless rhythm. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through Belle’s core, her body quivering, squeezing around his impossible size. Every motion, every shift of his hips felt like fire igniting her nerves.

"Belle..." Lyan’s voice was a rough whisper against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "They can’t see us... but they might smell you, Belle. That sweet, addictive scent of yours..."

Her cheeks burned a furious red, a mix of embarrassment and insatiable desire. "N-No... they won’t—MMMHHH!" Her protest was swallowed by his lips, their kiss feverish, his tongue exploring her mouth. Her body tightened even more around him, her legs trembling, barely able to hold her weight without his support.

Another group of soldiers gathered around a campfire, laughter filling the air as one of them waved his hands dramatically, recounting a tale of goblin ambushes and narrow escapes. But one soldier’s smile faded, his head tilting slightly. "Did... anyone else see something?" he whispered, a faint frown forming.

"Ha, you’re too jumpy!" another chuckled, tugging him back to the fire. "Nothing but fog and shadows."

But the shimmering trail behind them grew longer, the faint silver sheen of their love juices dripping between Belle’s thighs, splattering against the grass as Lyan continued to move. Her hips rocked against him instinctively, her breath hitching. The thrill, the danger, the heat—it was overwhelming.

"SLAP... SLAP... SLAP..."

"LYAN—MMMPH—!" Belle’s muffled cries grew louder, her hands gripping his shoulders, her legs squeezing around his waist. She could feel him—so thick, so hard, filling her to the point of madness. Her whole body was on fire, her thoughts a jumbled mess of desperate hunger and wild pleasure.

Lyan’s lips traced along her jawline, his teeth grazing her earlobe, and she shuddered violently, another wave of ecstasy crashing over her. "You’re so loud... even muffled, you can’t help but moan like this," he whispered, his voice a low, teasing growl.

"B-Bastard—ahh—!" Belle gasped, her tongue flicking against his lips, her body pressing closer to his. Her walls clenched around him, her moans a muffled, desperate song. Her hips bucked, her mind fogged with pleasure and the dizzying thrill of almost being caught.

Suddenly, she felt his warmth surge inside her—a thick, scorching flood that filled her to the brim, her belly pressing slightly against his toned stomach. But Lyan didn’t stop. He kept moving, each thrust sending tiny aftershocks through her trembling form.

Finally, they slipped into the war-room tent. Wilhelmina sat at the central table, her pink braid trailing over her shoulder, sapphire eyes fixed on maps and documents. Her fingers danced across the parchment, adjusting units and marking strategic positions. She murmured to herself, her voice a steady hum, completely unaware of what was happening just a few steps away.

Lyan and Belle slipped into his chair, the invisibility and soundproofing of Belle’s magic still intact. But even that barrier couldn’t silence the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies or the muffled, desperate moans that spilled from Belle’s lips.

"MMMH—SLURP—MMMPHH..." Their kiss continued, fierce and hungry. Belle’s hips moved on instinct, grinding against him, her warmth squeezing around him, milking him. Her emerald eyes fluttered, her thoughts a swirling chaos of pleasure.

But then, her gaze shifted to Wilhelmina. The disciplined commander’s cheeks were faintly pink, her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted the map. Her other hand slipped beneath the table, her breath coming a little faster, her lips parting. "L-Lyan..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, her sapphire eyes half-closed, lost in a quiet, private longing.

Belle’s heart raced, the heat in her core intensifying. The idea of being so close, so exposed, yet so undetected—it sent another rush of excitement through her. Her hips bucked harder, her warmth tightening, pulsing around Lyan.

"LYAN—MMMPH—!!" Her muffled shout broke through their kiss, her body tensing, her thighs squeezing around him. Her climax crashed over her, her vision blurring, her breath catching. And then she felt it—Lyan’s warmth flooding her again, thick and heavy, her belly pressing against him, a faint, rounded swell. Only a trickle escaped, most of it trapped deep inside her.

Belle’s head lolled against his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. "T-Too good... hehehe... too much..." she whispered, a dazed, dreamy smile spreading across her lips.

But then she felt it—her magic wavered, the shimmering barrier around them flickering. Her heart skipped a beat, panic rushing in alongside the pleasure.

And just as the illusion fell away, the tent flap was thrown open.

"Belle!" Josephine’s voice rang out, her emerald eyes wide with shock, her usual playful smile replaced with stunned disbelief.

"Belle!!!" Ravia’s voice joined, her black hair catching the lantern light, her expression a mix of exasperation and astonishment.

"BELLE!!" Xena and Alice shouted together, their jaws dropping, Alice’s platinum blonde hair and Xena’s fierce green eyes reflecting utter surprise.

Lyan and Belle were frozen in place, her thighs still locked around his waist, his hands gripping her hips, her swollen belly pressing against his abdomen, a faint trickle of their combined warmth pooling beneath them.

The silence was a deafening, awkward beat—a perfect, breathless moment of shock and shame.

And then Belle, cheeks burning a furious, flaming red, let out a sheepish, breathless laugh. "U-Uhm... surprise?"

Josephine’s lips twitched, trying to form words. "S-Surprise!? That’s... that’s one way to put it!"

Ravia’s hand covered her eyes, but her fingers spread just enough to peek through. "Belle... in the war-room? Really?"

Xena’s arms were crossed, but a faint smile tugged at her lips. "Honestly... are any of us even surprised anymore?"

Alice’s face was crimson, her fingers nervously twisting her silver locks. "I... I just... didn’t expect it to be... so..."

"L-Loud..." Josephine muttered, her eyes flicking down to the faint, shimmering trail that led into the tent. Her cheeks darkened even further. "And... messy..."

Belle, still trembling, buried her face in Lyan’s shoulder, her muffled laughter a mix of embarrassment and giddy relief. "H-Hey... Lyan... I think we got caught..."

Lyan’s lips curled into a wry smile. "Really? I hadn’t noticed."

But even as they stood exposed, even as the others stared with a mix of shock and amusement, there was a warmth in the room—an unspoken understanding, a bond that went beyond the chaos of war or the confusion of tangled relationships. They were a family—twisted, wild, but a family nonetheless.

"Get a blanket, someone!" Josephine finally shouted, unable to keep the grin from her face. "At least cover them up!"

But as a blanket was tossed over Lyan and Belle, Belle’s muffled voice whispered against his ear, her smile evident in her tone. "Hehehe... That was... amazing..."

And Lyan couldn’t help but chuckle, his arms tightening around her. "Well... I’d say it was unforgettable."

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