Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 494: The Secret Thrill (5)

"Wait—no—too... too fast—"

But he didn’t stop. His mouth claimed hers again, his tongue silencing her protests, and with a slow, steady thrust, he filled her.

"AHHHHH—LYAN—NNNGH—!!"

Her muffled scream broke through the night air, her body arching against him, her slender form trembling. The overwhelming stretch sent a shockwave of pleasure crashing through her, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, her silver hair spilling over his chest.

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

Lyan’s powerful hands gripped her waist, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust drawing a desperate, muffled moan from her lips. But even as her body trembled, her mind shattered beneath the pleasure, Alice’s hunger only grew.

"Lyan—faster—please—faster—!!" she gasped, her voice breaking, her silver eyes wild.

His pace quickened, the wet, rhythmic slap of their joining growing louder. But it wasn’t enough. Her fingers gripped his shoulders tighter, her lips crashing against his, her tongue desperate, her voice muffled by his mouth.

"MMMH—NNNH—LYAN—YES—YES—!!"

But even this wild, heated rhythm wasn’t enough. Alice’s hunger drove her further, her silver eyes gleaming with reckless desperation.

"More... take me... take me outside... let’s... let’s do it everywhere..."

A wild grin spread across Lyan’s face, and with a flex of his powerful arms, he lifted her, carrying her effortlessly through the moonlit forest. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her fingers tangled in his hair, her mouth devouring his. Each step sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her, his thick, heated length filling her, stretching her.

They passed the sleeping soldiers’ tents, their bodies pressing against the canvas walls. Alice’s wild, desperate cries were muffled by his lips, her slender body writhing against him.

"LYAN—YES—YES—MORE—!!"

A soldier stirred in his sleep, rolling over, his hand brushing against the fabric where Alice’s bare back pressed. But the illusion magic held, hiding their passionate dance from prying eyes.

Lyan’s hips moved faster, his grip tightening on her thighs, his mouth never leaving hers. Alice’s cries turned frantic, her body tightening around him, her silver hair clinging to her sweat-slicked skin.

"SLAP-SLAP-SLAP..."

Her climax crashed over her, her entire body shuddering, her voice a desperate, muffled wail. But even as her warmth flooded around him, even as her vision blurred, she didn’t stop.

"Lyan—again—please—again—!!"

His hips surged faster, each thrust drawing a sharp, desperate cry from her lips. Her silver eyes glazed over, her voice rising to a wild, breathless wail.

"LYAN—YES—YES—YES—AHHH—!!"

But even as his warmth flooded her, her hunger refused to fade. Her slender legs clung to his waist, her lips crashing against his again, her tongue desperate, her voice a muffled, breathless plea.

"SLURP... NNHH—MMMPH—MMH..."

Lyan’s strength seemed endless, his hips moving faster, his thick, heated length stretching her, filling her. Each powerful thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure racing through her, her fingers clawing at his back, her voice a desperate, muffled melody.

"Lyan—Lyan—Lyan—YES—YES—!!"

They pressed against one of the sleeping soldiers, his snoring loud and oblivious as Alice’s warmth spilled against his back. But she didn’t care. Her world was nothing but Lyan’s touch, his kiss, his heat.

"Lyan—more—please—don’t stop—!!"

He filled her again, his warmth flooding her, her vision blurring, her body trembling. But even as her silver eyes rolled back, even as her voice broke into a desperate, breathless wail, she still wanted more.

And Lyan gave her more. His powerful arms lifted her, his mouth claiming hers, their kiss a desperate, devouring dance. His hips moved with a fierce, relentless rhythm, the wet, lewd slaps of their joining filling the air.

"SLAP-SLAP-SLAP..."

"LYAN—YES—YES—YES—AHHH—!!"

Her body trembled, her voice rising to a wild, breathless wail. And even when they finally returned to the tent, even as her legs gave out, she clung to him, her silver eyes wild, her voice a trembling, breathless plea.

"Please... please... don’t stop... I want more..."

But Lyan’s strength seemed endless. Even as she slumped against him, even as her silver hair clung to her flushed cheeks, his hips continued to move, his thick, heated length filling her again.

Her slender body seemed weightless in his arms, his powerful hands lifting her, his mouth claiming hers, their kiss never breaking.

"MMMH—SLURP—NNHH—!!"

Her voice rose to a wild, breathless wail, her silver eyes rolling back, her body trembling violently. And even as he filled her one last time, even as his warmth flooded her, her vision blurring, her voice a desperate, breathless cry—

"LYAN—YES—YES—YES—!!"

Finally, with a shuddering gasp, she slumped against his chest, her silver hair clinging to her damp cheeks, her voice a weak, breathless whisper. "T-Too much... Lyan... too much..."

But even as her strength faded, her arms remained wrapped around his neck, her lips pressing weak, desperate kisses against his.

"Don’t let go..." she whispered, her voice a trembling, breathless plea.

And even as they sank onto the massive bed in their tent, even as the other women snuggled against Lyan’s sides, Alice’s slender form clung to him, her silver eyes half-lidded, her lips still pressing soft, desperate kisses against his chest.

The cool moonlight seeped through the canvas of the massive tent, casting a pale silver glow over the enormous king-sized bed that dominated the space. The thick, plush blankets were half-kicked aside, leaving the tangled, flushed bodies of the women bare, their limbs draped lazily over one another, chests rising and falling in slow, heavy breaths. The scent of heated skin, sweet musk, and lingering passion filled the warm air.

Lyan lay at the center, his powerful, toned body stretched beneath the soft sheets, his storm-gray eyes half-lidded but still sharp. His breathing was steady, a faint sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. His right arm wrapped around Josephine, her fiery red hair a wild cascade over his chest, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, her emerald eyes drowsy but still alight with satisfaction. She let out a soft, lazy sigh, her lips brushing his collarbone.

"That was... too much," she whispered with a drowsy smile. "But I don’t regret it... not even a bit."

Lyan’s other arm was claimed by Ravia, her black hair splayed over his chest, her pale, flawless skin aglow in the moonlight. Her silver eyes were half-shut, but a small, content smile played at her lips. Her toned, slender leg was hooked over his waist, pressing herself against him. "I’m surprised... I didn’t pass out first. That was... dangerous... but so, so good..."

Belle lay to his right, her purplish-pink hair spilling over the pillows, her soft, bountiful body pressing against his side. Her lips brushed against his shoulder, leaving faint, lazy kisses. "I told you girls... he’s a monster," she giggled, her flushed cheeks glowing. "But I wouldn’t trade this... for anything."

Next to her, Xena’s slender, athletic figure curled against his side, her short, wild orange-brown curls clinging to her damp forehead. Her amber eyes were half-closed, her voice a faint, teasing whisper. "If this is what war spoils feel like... I’ll never go back to being a mercenary..."

Wilhelmina, usually so composed and dignified, lay sprawled against his other side, her pink braid loose, her sapphire eyes closed, her body trembling faintly with the aftershocks of pleasure. "You... you reckless man... taking me like that... even in front of the soldiers..." Her voice was a soft, dreamy murmur. "But I... I didn’t want you to stop..."

And there was Alice, her platinum blonde hair a shimmering halo around her head, her usually stoic expression softened into a blissful daze. Her silver eyes fluttered weakly, her slender body pressed to his side, her fingers trailing gently across his chest. "Even now... I can still feel you... inside me..."

Indeed, his thick, heated length remained inside her, Alice’s slender form nestled atop him, her arms wrapped around his chest. She let out a faint, breathless whimper, her body still faintly trembling.

The other girls exchanged knowing smiles, each of them reaching out, their fingers tracing soft, lazy patterns across Lyan’s chest, his shoulders, his arms. Their bodies pressed close, their soft, warm curves molding against him.

"This... is heaven..." Ravia murmured, her lips brushing his chest. "I feel... so warm... so safe..."

Josephine chuckled, her voice a warm, playful purr. "If we die tomorrow... at least we die... with a smile..."

Belle’s finger traced circles on his chest. "Don’t say such dark things, Jo... we’re alive... we’re all together..."

Lyan’s hands shifted, gently squeezing each of them, his storm-gray eyes softening. "And you’re all here... because I’m the luckiest man in the world."

A soft, comfortable silence settled over them, their soft breaths and faint, sleepy giggles filling the tent. But even as they basked in the afterglow, the girls seemed to quietly take turns, shifting and adjusting, each of them pressing against Lyan, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

Wilhelmina, her cool demeanor now completely melted, leaned up, pressing her lips to his jawline, her body shifting over him. "It’s... my turn, isn’t it...?" she whispered, a soft blush warming her cheeks.

Lyan smiled, his hand sliding to her back, guiding her gently. "If you want... but I don’t think any of you need to take turns..."

But Wilhelmina only smiled, her soft, warm lips pressing against his. "Let me... just for a little while..."

She eased herself onto him, her slender, toned figure sinking down, a soft, breathless gasp escaping her lips. Her body trembled, a faint shudder of pleasure rippling through her. The others watched, faint, knowing smiles on their faces, each too spent to do more than snuggle against his sides.

"Ahh... it’s... it’s so much... even now..." Wilhelmina whispered, her sapphire eyes fluttering. "I can feel... everything..."

Her slender figure rocked slowly, her arms draped around his shoulders, her lips seeking his, her breath mingling with his. But even as she moved, even as her soft, desperate gasps filled the air, she felt the comforting warmth of the others around her, their soft, sleepy giggles, their warm touches.

And then, as Wilhelmina’s strength faded, her body slumping against his, Josephine slipped in next, her wild, playful smile returning. "You had your fun, Minnie... now it’s my turn..."

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