Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 493: The Secret Thrill (4)

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

Xena’s amber eyes gleamed with a wild, reckless light as she stepped forward, her slender, athletic body practically vibrating with anticipation. Her shoulder-length, curly orange-brown hair framed her sharp, mischievous features, and her lean, toned figure seemed almost too eager, her every movement exuding a restless energy.

"Don’t you dare hold back with me," she whispered, her voice a husky challenge, and the glint in her eyes promised a storm.

Lyan didn’t need further encouragement. His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against his chest, his lips crashing down on hers with a fierce, possessive hunger. Her body melted into his, her tongue meeting his with a ferocity that sent a jolt of electricity through them both.

"MMMH—SLURP—MMMPH..."

Their kiss was a fierce, breathless dance, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, her toned thighs pressing eagerly against his hips. Lyan’s hands traced the curve of her back, slipping beneath the thin, snug fabric she wore. Her slender waist seemed to fit perfectly in his grasp, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

But Xena’s wild energy couldn’t be contained. Even as Lyan’s mouth left hers, trailing down her neck, leaving hot, wet kisses against her flushed skin, she was already moving. Her fingers tore at his shirt, her breath coming in heated gasps.

"Lyan... more... I want more..." she whispered, her voice a desperate, trembling plea. "Show me everything..."

Her words were a challenge, and Lyan answered with a low, rumbling laugh. His hands found the hem of her tight outfit, peeling it away, revealing her flawless, slender form, the moonlight casting a silver sheen across her bare skin. Xena’s toned legs wrapped around his waist, her warmth pressing eagerly against his towering length.

Lyan’s hands gripped her hips, lifting her with ease, his mouth claiming hers again, his tongue devouring her desperate moans.

"MMMH—SLURP—NNNH..."

But Xena’s wild spirit refused to be confined to one place. Even as their kiss deepened, her sharp eyes darted around, and a wicked grin curled her lips.

"Let’s... let’s take it further..." she whispered, her voice a heated challenge. "Let’s see if your strength can keep up."

Lyan’s grin matched hers, and with a powerful flex of his arms, he carried her effortlessly toward the rows of sleeping soldier tents. The cool night air whispered against their heated skin, the faint glow of campfires casting flickering shadows.

Xena’s heart raced, her breath quickening with a mix of thrill and desire. The soldiers lay just feet away, some snoring softly, others murmuring in sleep. But thanks to Belle’s shimmering illusion, none of them saw the wild dance happening among them.

Lyan pressed her against one of the tent poles, his lips finding hers again, his hips pressing her against the rough canvas. His thick, heated length brushed against her entrance, and her voice broke into a desperate, muffled whimper.

"AHHH—YES—L-LYAN—NNNGH—!!"

Her voice was a wild, breathless cry, her body quivering around him as he filled her, the thick, pulsing warmth stretching her in a way that left her trembling. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, her head falling back, curls bouncing wildly.

"Faster—harder—please—!!" she gasped, her voice a desperate, breathless plea.

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

Lyan’s powerful hands gripped her waist, his hips moving with a fierce, relentless rhythm. The wet, rhythmic slap of their joining filled the air, her moans growing louder, her slender body arching against him.

But it wasn’t enough. Her wild spirit demanded more. Her eyes flashed, and she twisted, guiding him toward the slumbering soldiers. One of them lay sprawled on his back, his snores soft and oblivious.

Xena’s mischievous grin returned. "Let’s see... how close we can get..."

Before Lyan could question her, she leaned forward, pressing her bare body against the sleeping soldier’s chest, her toned, athletic form straddling him. Lyan’s thick length remained buried deep within her, his hands gripping her hips, his powerful thrusts rocking her against the slumbering man.

"AHHH—NNGH—L-LYAN—YES—!!" Xena’s voice was a wild, breathless wail, her body writhing against him, her warmth tightening around him.

Her juices spilled, a slick, glistening trickle dripping from between her thighs, staining the soldier’s tunic. The man stirred, his eyes fluttering open, but Belle’s magic held, the illusion shimmering, hiding the wild, passionate scene unfolding right on top of him.

Lyan’s hips surged faster, the wet, lewd slaps growing louder, Xena’s cries turning desperate, her fingers clawing at his arms.

"AHHH—YES—LYAN—YES—YES—NNNGH—!!"

The soldier grumbled in his sleep, turning slightly, his arm brushing against Xena’s leg, but he remained blissfully unaware of the wild dance happening atop him.

The reckless thrill sent a fresh wave of heat through Xena, her voice rising to a wild, frantic wail.

"LYAN—LYAN—YES—YES—PLEASE—!!"

Her body trembled violently, her climax crashing over her, her warmth flooding around him, her vision blurring. But even as she shuddered, even as her voice broke into desperate, breathless cries, Lyan didn’t stop.

He lifted her, pulling her back against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around her, his hips pounding against her in a fierce, relentless rhythm.

"SLAP-SLAP-SLAP..."

Xena’s voice broke, her fingers clawing at his hands, her body trembling with each powerful thrust.

"AHHH—LYAN—YES—YES—YES—!!"

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, his warmth surged inside her, filling her with a thick, molten flood. Her body arched, her head falling back against his shoulder, her eyes rolling back.

"AHHHHH—LYANNN—NNNGH—!!"

But even then, she didn’t stop. Even as his warmth filled her, her body continued to writhe, her hips rocking against him, her wild, insatiable hunger refusing to fade.

"Again... Lyan... please..." she whimpered, her voice a desperate, breathless whisper.

He grinned, carrying her further, his strong hands gripping her thighs, his thick, heated length filling her again. And even as they passed more slumbering soldiers, even as the flickering glow of campfires cast shadows around them, her wild, breathless cries only grew louder.

"LYAN—YES—YES—YES—AHHH—!!"

Her voice was a wild, desperate melody, her slender form trembling against him, her breath ragged, her vision blurring. And even when they returned to the tent, when her legs finally gave out, she clung to him, her voice a trembling, breathless plea.

"More... please... don’t stop..."

And Lyan obliged. His hips moved again, his lips claiming hers, his thick, heated length stretching her, filling her. Her wild, desperate cries filled the tent, her voice rising to a wild, breathless wail.

"AHHH—LYAN—YES—YES—YES—NNNGH—!!"

But just as another wave of ecstasy crashed over her, another voice cut through the haze.

"Alright, Xena, enough... It’s my turn." Alice’s voice was calm, but her flushed cheeks and the trembling in her platinum blonde hair betrayed her desperate hunger.

Xena’s dazed, amber eyes glanced back, a wild, satisfied grin curling her lips. "H-Heh... Alice... good luck..." Without her knowing, they already returned to their base camp. She only let out a satisfied sigh as she slumped.

Alice was the last, her quiet, disciplined demeanor giving way to raw need. She bit her lip, her eyes fogging as Lyan’s lips found hers, his kiss fierce, his hands exploring her slender body. Her whimpers grew louder, her fingers clutching his shoulders.

Alice’s soft, steady breaths were the only sign of her usual calm. Her platinum blonde hair shimmered like spun silver in the faint moonlight, framing her delicate face. But the calm mask she usually wore was gone. Her silver eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were now wide, burning with hunger, her cheeks a deep pink flush. Her fingers trembled slightly as they gripped Lyan’s shoulders, her slim, toned body pressing against him.

"Lyan..." she whispered, and her voice was a trembling, desperate plea. "Don’t... don’t hold back."

Lyan’s strong arms wrapped around her, his mouth claiming hers, and she melted into him. But this kiss wasn’t like her usual, quiet touches. Her lips moved hungrily, her tongue pressing against his, tasting, exploring, devouring.

"MMMH—SLURP—NNNH..."

The wet, heated sounds of their kiss filled the cool night air, his hands exploring the slender curve of her back, tracing the delicate line of her waist. Her usually calm voice broke into soft, breathless whimpers, her fingers clawing at his back, her legs wrapping around his waist. The moonlight bathed them, the trees around them whispered with the cool breeze, but Alice’s entire world was now his touch, his taste, his warmth.

Her breath hitched when his lips left hers, trailing down her neck, his tongue drawing shivers from her skin. "L-Lyan... more... please... more..." Her voice, usually so composed, was now a breathless, desperate whisper.

But her hunger grew fiercer. She wanted more than just his touch. Her fingers slipped to the hem of her tunic, and with a swift, eager motion, she pulled it free, her slender, pale figure bathed in silver light. Her toned thighs clenched around his waist, her breath coming faster, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders.

Lyan’s hands gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly, his mouth finding her chest, his tongue teasing her soft, sensitive peaks. Alice’s voice broke into sharp, desperate gasps. "N-No... not there... it’s... too much—ahhh—!!"

But her protests melted into desperate cries as his mouth explored her, his lips leaving warm, wet kisses, his teeth grazing her, his tongue teasing her. Her back arched, her breath coming in heated pants, her usually sharp, logical mind dissolving into a swirling, blissful haze.

Then his hands slid lower, gripping her thighs, lifting her even higher. His thick, heated length pressed against her entrance, and Alice’s breath caught, her silver eyes going wide.

"Wait—no—too... too fast—"

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