Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 492: The Secret Thrill (3)

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—!!" Her muffled shout was wild, her body clinging to him, her silver eyes glazed with a mix of need and bliss.

Lyan’s grip tightened, his thrusts quickening. "Ravia..."

A final, deep thrust, and his warmth surged inside her, a thick, molten flood that pressed against her, a faint bulge appearing at her lower belly. Her body shuddered violently, her muffled scream a desperate, breathless cry. "AHHH—YES—LYAN—YES—NNNGH—!!"

Her silver eyes fluttered, her head falling against his shoulder, her breaths ragged, her entire body trembling. But even as she tried to recover, Lyan’s strong hands still held her, his lips capturing hers again in a fierce, possessive kiss.

"MMPH... SLURP... MMH..."

Ravia’s silver eyes met his again, dazed and warm. "T-Too good... I... I love you..." she whispered, the words slipping free before she could stop them.

Lyan’s grin softened, his hand gently brushing her silver hair aside. "And I love you too... my black wolf."

Her cheeks flushed, but the warmth in her eyes only deepened. Yet even as they caught their breath, a soft chuckle echoed from the trees.

"Are you two done?" Wilhelmina’s voice teased, her blue eyes gleaming with amusement.

Ravia’s cheeks flared with heat, but she didn’t pull away. "I... I can still go..."

Lyan laughed, his storm-gray eyes shifting to Wilhelmina. "Your turn?"

Wilhelmina stepped forward, her pink braid swaying, her cool, composed expression betrayed by the faint blush on her cheeks. "If you think you can handle me, Lyan."

Ravia’s voice was a breathless whisper, her silver eyes still dazed. "You... You won’t beat me, Wilhelmina..."

Wilhelmina’s soft laugh was a warm, lilting melody. "We’ll see about that."

Wilhelmina’s breath hitched the moment Lyan’s strong arms wrapped around her, his touch firm yet teasing. Her usually composed, cool demeanor melted like frost under sunlight. The pink braid that typically marked her as the disciplined commander now draped messily over her shoulder, swaying with her every breath. Her blue eyes, sharp and calculating in the war room, now shimmered with a desperate, barely contained hunger.

"I... I won’t..." she tried to whisper, but her voice wavered, the words a thin thread of resistance that snapped as soon as Lyan’s lips found hers. His mouth was warm, his kiss fierce, his tongue parting her lips with a hunger that sent a shudder racing down her spine.

"MMPH... SLURP... NNNH..." The wet, eager sounds of their kiss filled the hidden grove, her muffled whimpers growing louder, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. His hands roamed her slender figure, brushing against her armor plates, deftly unfastening clasps, letting her uniform slip away piece by piece.

Her chest, normally hidden beneath the thick, military coat, rose and fell rapidly, pale skin gleaming in the faint moonlight. Her breath was hot, misting between them, her face a deep pink. And yet, even as her cool, composed mask shattered, her blue eyes remained locked on his, defiant, hungry, vulnerable.

"You’re... You’re too much..." she whispered, her voice trembling, a faint, desperate laugh escaping her lips. "How... How do you make me feel... like this?"

"Because you want this," Lyan murmured against her ear, his voice a low, husky growl. "Because you need this."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through her, her body pressing tighter against him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, her legs curling instinctively around his waist as he lifted her. Her slender form felt light in his powerful grip, and his touch sent sparks racing across her skin.

"Lyan... please..." she whimpered, her voice almost a plea.

He pressed her against a thick tree trunk, the rough bark scraping lightly against her back, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the overwhelming heat pooling in her core, the fierce, desperate hunger clawing at her insides.

His thick, heated length pressed against her, the tip brushing against her slick warmth. Even with her desperate need, she hesitated, biting her lower lip, her blue eyes wide and filled with a thrilling mix of fear and excitement.

And then, with one slow, steady thrust, he filled her.

"AHHHH—LYAN—NNNGH—!!" Her shout was muffled by his lips, his kiss swallowing her desperate, breathless cries. Her slender legs tightened around his waist, her fingers gripping his shoulders, her body trembling wildly.

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

The rhythmic, wet sound of their joining filled the grove, the hidden magic of the illusion shielding them from prying eyes but not from the reckless thrill of being caught. Lyan’s hips moved with a powerful, relentless rhythm, each thrust drawing another desperate moan from her lips.

"F-Faster... Lyan... please..." she whimpered, her cool, commanding voice now a breathless, needy whisper. "Don’t... Don’t stop..."

Lyan’s strong hands gripped her thighs, his strength unyielding. He lifted her, moving with her pressed against him, walking slowly from the shadowed grove. Each step sent another shock of pleasure racing through her, her warmth clenching around him, her voice a constant, muffled whimper against his lips.

But as they slipped through the misty forest, their bodies locked in desperate passion, they moved closer to the camp. The faint glow of campfires cast shifting shadows against the trees, the low murmur of soldiers’ voices drifting through the air.

"Lyan... Lyan... w-we shouldn’t..." she whispered, but her voice was weak, her hips bucking against his with each step, her composure in shambles.

"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered, a teasing, dangerous edge in his voice.

"N-No... gods... no..." she gasped, her head falling back, pink braid swaying wildly.

The illusion’s shimmering light wrapped around them, a perfect veil, but the danger remained. Soldiers strolled mere paces away, their laughter a distant, muffled hum. One group of scouts argued about the best way to set traps along the riverbank, their torches casting flickering light.

But even as they passed, even as Lyan’s powerful hands gripped her thighs tighter, even as his heated length thrust deeper inside her, Wilhelmina’s voice only grew louder.

"AHHH—LYAN—YES—YES—MORE—NNGH—!!"

Her muffled cries were a desperate, breathless melody, her pride and poise shattered. Her fingers clawed at his back, her hips bucking wildly, her warmth flooding around him with each powerful thrust.

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

"Did you hear something?" a soldier muttered, turning his head, his brow furrowed.

"Eh, it’s probably just a fox or something," his friend laughed, waving him off. "Stop worrying."

But Lyan didn’t stop. His hips surged faster, the wet, rhythmic slap of their joining filling her ears, her voice rising to a wild, desperate wail.

"LYAN—LYAN—YES—YES—YES—AHHHH—!!"

Wilhelmina’s blue eyes rolled back, her body trembling violently, her warmth tightening around him. Another powerful climax crashed through her, her voice a wild, muffled scream.

But Lyan wasn’t done. He carried her further, slipping into the edge of the camp, the rows of sleeping soldiers mere feet away. The thrill, the reckless danger, sent a fresh wave of heat through Wilhelmina, her voice breaking into frantic, breathless cries.

"LYAN—SOMEONE... THEY’LL... THEY’LL HEAR—NNNGH—!!"

Her voice was a wild, desperate plea, but her body only clung tighter to him, her hips moving against his, her nails clawing at his shoulders. Her voice grew louder, wilder, a frenzied mix of pleasure and terror.

"AHHH—LYAN—YES—YES—YES—PLEASE—!!"

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

Lyan’s grip tightened, his thrusts quickening, his lips capturing hers again, silencing her desperate cries. But even muffled, her voice was a wild, frantic melody, her blue eyes glazed with bliss.

"LYAN—LYAN—NNNGH—YES—YES—YES—!!"

A final, powerful thrust, and his warmth surged inside her, filling her with a thick, molten flood. Her body shuddered violently, her back arching, her voice breaking into a desperate, muffled scream.

"AHHHHH—LYANNN—NNNGH—!!"

But even then, her body didn’t stop trembling. Even as his warmth filled her, her hips continued to buck against him, her breath a ragged, desperate gasp.

"I... I want more... please..." she whimpered, her blue eyes wide, tears shimmering at the corners.

Lyan’s lips curled into a fierce, hungry grin. "Then we’re not done yet."

He carried her deeper into the camp, his powerful hands gripping her thighs, his hips surging once more. And even as they passed sleeping soldiers, as the campfire’s glow danced against their hidden forms, her voice continued to rise, a wild, desperate song of pleasure.

"AHHH—LYAN—YES—YES—YES—AHHHH—!!"

She lost count of her climaxes, her body trembling, her voice cracking. Her pink braid swung wildly, her blue eyes dazed and desperate. And even when they returned to the tent, when her legs finally gave out, she clung to him, begging for more.

"Lyan—please—don’t stop—please—!!"

Her voice was a breathless, desperate whisper, her blue eyes shimmering with wild, reckless passion. But finally, as he filled her once more, her body shuddered violently, her eyes rolling back.

"AHHH—YES—LYAN—YES—NNNGH—!!"

Her voice broke, and she collapsed against him, her breath ragged, her pink braid trailing across his chest.

And just as her vision blurred, Xena’s voice cut through the haze.

"Okay, okay, stop. It’s my turn, goody girl."

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