Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 491: The Secret Thrill (2)

Josephine’s cheeks burned, but her lips curled into a wild, reckless grin. "T-Then... make me quieter..." Her voice was a daring challenge.

Lyan’s lips crashed against hers again, his tongue invading her mouth, their kiss deep and possessive. Her muffled moans turned to needy whimpers, her body shuddering violently with each thrust. The world outside their illusion seemed to blur, nothing but a distant murmur. All that mattered was the heat building between them, the raw, desperate connection that threatened to consume her.

She clung tighter, her hips bucking instinctively against him, her body squeezing around his thick, throbbing length. Her muffled voice broke into a frantic, muffled plea. "MMPH—MMHHH—LYAN—NNGH—YES—MORE—PLEASE—!!"

And then, her world shattered. White-hot pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave, her entire body quivering, her voice a muffled, desperate cry against his lips. Her warmth flooded around him, but Lyan didn’t stop. His powerful thrusts continued, his strength unyielding, filling her again and again.

Her muffled scream trembled against his mouth. "MMMMM—AHHHH—!!!"

But Lyan’s strength never wavered. His hips surged, relentless, his hands gripping her tightly, his own breath hot against her ear. Josephine’s mind was a swirling haze of pleasure, her voice a wild, muffled melody. And then, at last, he surged inside her, filling her with thick, molten warmth. The heat spread, pressing against her, and a faint, rounded bulge appeared at her lower belly.

Her body sagged against his, her breaths ragged, her mind a blissful fog. But even as she tried to recover, Lyan didn’t set her down. His arms remained strong around her, his lips trailing kisses along her throat.

"I... I’m not done," he whispered, a wicked grin in his voice.

"W-Wait—" Josephine’s protest was swallowed by his kiss, her body already quivering with anticipation.

But suddenly, a rustle of leaves nearby broke her daze. A pair of soldiers walked by, chatting casually.

"You really think we’ll reach the capital in two days?" one asked, his voice skeptical.

"Prince Erich’s forces are pushing from the other side. We just need to keep the pressure," the other replied.

They passed just a few feet away, completely oblivious to the trembling, passionate embrace happening right beside them. Josephine’s heart pounded. The thrill sent another rush of heat to her core. Her legs tightened around Lyan, her hips rocking against him, desperate for more.

"MMMHHH—!!" Her muffled moan was swallowed by his lips again.

Their kiss deepened, tongues dancing, her body shuddering against his. Lyan’s hands gripped her even tighter, his powerful hips surging, each wet slap of their joining louder than before.

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

Josephine’s thoughts were a swirling storm of bliss, of reckless pleasure. The fear of being caught, the intoxicating heat of Lyan’s embrace, the way his strength lifted her, controlled her—it was overwhelming. Her muffled cries became a wild, desperate symphony.

Another group of soldiers passed. One of them paused, sniffing the air. "Do you smell something... sweet?" he muttered.

"Eh, you’re imagining things," his friend grumbled, pulling him along.

But the faint, shimmering trail of their love juices glistened faintly on the grass beneath them, the evidence of their wild, passionate dance hidden only by Belle’s perfect illusion.

Josephine’s climax crashed over her again, her entire body shuddering, her muffled scream a desperate, breathless cry. Her warmth clenched around Lyan, but he still didn’t stop. His relentless thrusts filled her, his voice a low, husky whisper. "One more... just one more..."

Josephine’s mind was a swirling, beautiful chaos. "AHHHH—YES—YES—LYAN—NNNGH—!!!"

And finally, Lyan surged one last time, his heat flooding her again. Her trembling body sagged against him, her breath a ragged, blissful whisper.

Their lips parted, and Josephine’s emerald eyes, glazed and dazed, met his storm-gray gaze. "T-That was... too good..." she whispered, a weak, breathless smile curling her lips.

But even as she tried to recover, Lyan’s strong arms held her tight. And Josephine’s wild, reckless grin returned. "Let’s... let’s do that again..."

A soft, mischievous laugh escaped Lyan. "Not yet. I believe someone else is waiting."

Josephine’s eyes widened slightly, and she looked back, just in time to see Ravia, leaning against a tree, her silver hair catching the moonlight, her cheeks flushed. "My turn," she whispered, her voice a mix of confidence and excitement.

Josephine’s legs trembled as she slipped from Lyan’s arms, her own warmth still trickling down her thigh, her breathing still heavy. She gave Ravia a playful, teasing grin. "Don’t lose to me, Ravia."

Ravia stepped forward, her silver eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I won’t."

Ravia’s breath came in hot, misting against Lyan’s lips as her silver eyes met his, a fierce spark dancing within them. But beneath that confidence, there was a faint tremor, a whisper of nervous excitement she tried desperately to mask.

Her butler’s uniform—a dark, tailored coat with silver embroidery and reinforced armored bracers—still clung to her, though it was now disheveled, her breastplate already unbuckled. Lyan’s strong hands roamed across her waist, fingers skillfully unfastening clasps and buckles, letting the armor fall away with a soft clatter against the forest floor.

"I-I won’t lose to Josephine’s theatrics..." Ravia whispered, trying to maintain her composed facade, but the hitch in her voice betrayed her.

Lyan’s lips curled into a teasing grin. "We’ll see about that." His lips captured hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. "MMMPH... SLURP... MMH..." Their tongues met, dancing, her taste a sweet, intoxicating blend that sent a shiver of heat racing down his spine.

Ravia’s black hair spilled over her shoulders, her pale, flawless skin exposed as Lyan’s hands explored her, tracing the soft curves of her waist, the gentle rise of her chest. Her moans were muffled against his mouth, her hands clutching his shoulders, pulling him closer.

"SLAP..."

Her black trousers slipped away, pooling around her ankles. Lyan’s hands slid beneath her thighs, lifting her effortlessly, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her cheeks flushed a deep pink.

"You... You better not make me look ridiculous..." she whispered, but her voice was already trembling with need.

Lyan’s storm-gray eyes bore into hers, his grin widening. "Too late."

His length pressed against her, thick and heated, and her breath caught, her body tensing. "W-Wait—Lyan—"

But he didn’t wait. With a slow, steady thrust, he entered her, stretching her warmth around him, the slick, heated pressure drawing a desperate, muffled cry from her lips. "AHHH—LYAN—TOO—TOO BIG—NNNGH—!!"

Her pride shattered in an instant. Her head fell back, silver hair cascading down her back as her voice became a wild, desperate melody. "HNNGH—YES—YES—MORE—!!"

Her hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails leaving faint trails across his skin. Every inch of him filled her, stretched her, overwhelmed her. Her silver eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were now glazed with bliss.

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

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, Lyan’s powerful hands gripping her plush thighs, lifting and lowering her with ease, each movement drawing another gasp, another muffled scream from her. Her moans filled the illusory forest, hidden by the shimmering magic around them.

But for Ravia, the thrill went beyond the pleasure. It was the danger, the reckless excitement. The faint, distant laughter of soldiers by the campfire, the rustle of leaves as patrolling scouts moved just out of view. They were so close, so exposed, yet perfectly hidden. Each of Lyan’s deep, powerful thrusts sent another jolt of heat through her, her pride and poise crumbling.

"I... I can’t... I can’t..." she whimpered, her silver eyes locked with his, her lips trembling.

"You can," Lyan whispered, his lips trailing along her neck, his teeth grazing her delicate skin. "And you will."

His grip tightened, his thrusts growing faster, the wet, rhythmic slap of their joining echoing in the hidden glade. "SLAP-SLAP-SLAP..."

Ravia’s voice rose, her muffled moans becoming wilder, her hips bucking against him, desperate for more. Her thoughts were a swirling chaos of pleasure, need, and reckless desire.

"LYAN—NNGH—HARDER—PLEASE—!!"

Lyan’s strength was unyielding, his hips surging, his lips crashing against hers, swallowing her cries, his tongue dancing with hers. Her muffled screams were a desperate, heated melody. Her warmth clenched around him, each thrust drawing another surge of ecstasy through her.

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

"AHHH—LYAN—SO—SO GOOD—NNNGH—!!" Her muffled voice was a wild, frantic plea, her silver eyes dazed, her black hair clinging to her sweat-dampened cheeks.

Her body trembled violently, her back arching as a powerful climax crashed over her. "NNNGH—LYAN—!!" Her voice broke, her walls tightening around him, her warmth flooding.

But Lyan didn’t stop. His strength seemed limitless, his hands guiding her, his lips never leaving hers, his body pressing her against him. His fierce, relentless rhythm drove her to the brink again and again.

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

Another group of soldiers passed, their voices a faint, muffled murmur.

"Did you hear something?" one of them muttered, turning his head.

"Eh, just the wind. Come on, we’ve got to check the southern perimeter," another replied, tugging his friend along.

Ravia’s heart raced faster, the thrill sending another surge of heat to her core. Her muffled moans grew louder, her voice a desperate, breathless melody. "LYAN—LYAN—PLEASE—NNNGH—!!"

"Please what?" Lyan teased, his lips tracing the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"FILL ME—FILL ME—PLEASE—!!"

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