Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love-Chapter 495: The Secret Thrill (End)

Lyan’s hands found her waist, guiding her, her fiery red hair cascading over his chest, her emerald eyes glowing with mischief. "Lyan... never change... never stop..."

Her soft, breathless cries mingled with his gentle, loving whispers, his hands exploring her curves, his lips tasting her skin. But even as she moved, even as her body trembled, she leaned back, her voice a playful, lazy laugh. "Don’t... don’t forget me..."

And then Belle shifted, her plush, warm body pressing against his chest, her lips finding his, her soft, hungry kisses tasting of sweet berries. "My turn again... Lyan... make me feel alive..."

Her soft, breathless moans were a sweet, soothing melody, her lips never leaving his, her soft, bountiful curves molding perfectly against him.

One by one, they took their turns, basking in his warmth, his strength, his touch. Each of them felt the soothing comfort of his embrace, the heated, gentle passion that only he could give.

Finally, Alice, still nestled against his chest, whispered faintly, "My turn... again..."

Lyan chuckled, his hand stroking her silken platinum hair. "Still want more, Alice?"

Her silver eyes fluttered, her lips brushing against his. "Always..."

And even as the moonlight dimmed, even as the cool, fresh breeze stirred the tent’s canvas, they all settled around him, pressing close, their warmth a comforting blanket. His strong arms held them, his soft, steady breathing lulling them to sleep.

In that tent, beneath the cool silver light, the world seemed to fade away, and all that remained was the quiet, blissful peace of their shared warmth.

"Good night..." Lyan whispered, his voice soft and warm.

The girls murmured their replies, their soft, sleepy voices blending together.

"Good night, Lyan..."

"Stay with us..."

"Don’t ever leave..."

And so, throughout the night, they continued to shift and snuggle, each of them taking turns, their warm, trembling bodies easing onto him, holding him close, his thick, heated length buried within them, a gentle, loving reminder of their shared warmth and desire.

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The first rays of dawn slipped through the gaps in the tent’s canvas, bathing the enormous, plush bed in a soft, golden glow. The cool morning air whispered through the camp, but inside the tent, warmth lingered—warmth that had nothing to do with the blankets or the dawn’s light.

Lyan stirred, his storm-gray eyes fluttering open, and he immediately felt the familiar, comforting weight of soft bodies pressed around him. Silver hair brushed against his chest, platinum blonde locks tickled his shoulder, and the faint scent of wildflowers and lavender teased his senses.

Alice was the first to move, her slender form nestled against his right side. Her platinum blonde hair was a shimmering halo, her lips brushing faint, lazy kisses against his collarbone. Her silver eyes, usually so calm and sharp, now half-lidded with sleepy satisfaction, lifted to meet his. "Good morning..." she whispered, her voice a gentle, dreamy melody.

Before he could answer, Josephine’s fiery red hair tumbled across his chest, her emerald eyes glittering with mischief. "Morning already? Feels like we just started..." She let out a soft, playful giggle, her warm lips trailing kisses down his shoulder. freewёbnoνel-com

"Only because you’re insatiable, Jo," Ravia teased from his other side, her silver eyes half-closed, her dark hair a silky curtain that cascaded over Lyan’s arm. Her pale cheeks were faintly flushed, a satisfied smile lingering on her lips.

Belle, with her lush, purplish-pink hair, was already sitting up slightly, her soft, bountiful curves pressed against Lyan’s chest. "I told you... he’s an endless fountain," she whispered with a lazy grin, leaning down to plant a soft, lingering kiss on his lips.

Wilhelmina, whose usual stern composure had completely melted away, lay against his shoulder, her pink braid undone and splayed across the pillow. Her sapphire eyes glimmered with gentle warmth, and her lips brushed a faint, tender kiss against his jaw. "Good morning... Lyan."

Xena’s wild, curly orange-brown hair tickled his chest as she nuzzled closer, her amber eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Mmm... I’m still not done... can we just stay here forever?" Her playful pout made the others giggle.

But even as they all leaned in, soft lips meeting his, warm hands exploring his chest, Alice’s slender fingers slipped lower. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, as she wrapped her fingers around his length, which even in the cool morning air, remained warm and throbbing.

Her silver eyes met his, a faint blush warming her cheeks. "I... want to start..."

But before she could lower her lips, Josephine leaned in, her emerald eyes gleaming with challenge. "No fair, Alice. I want the first taste." Her fingers joined Alice’s, and she leaned down, her warm breath washing over his sensitive length.

Alice’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t protest, instead shifting to his chest, her lips pressing to his while her delicate fingers traced soft, soothing circles across his skin. Josephine’s tongue flicked out, tracing the length slowly, savoring the warmth and taste. Her eyes never left his, her smile playful, her touch teasing.

"MMMH... SLURP... NNHH..." The wet sounds of her mouth, her tongue swirling around his length, sent a shiver of pleasure through Lyan. But even as Josephine’s mouth moved, Belle’s soft, full lips found his, her tongue seeking his in a deep, hungry kiss.

Wilhelmina leaned over, her soft hands exploring his chest, her lips trailing faint, tender kisses along his jawline. "Lyan... you taste so good..." she whispered, her voice a gentle, dreamy murmur.

Xena’s hands traced his shoulders, her lips pressing warm kisses along his collarbone. "I can’t get enough... Lyan..."

Josephine’s mouth moved faster, her warm tongue swirling around his tip, her lips sealing over him with a slow, steady rhythm. "MMPH... MMH... SLURP..." Her muffled, hungry moans vibrated against him.

But then Ravia leaned down beside her, her silver eyes meeting Josephine’s with a playful spark. "Save some for me, Jo." She joined in, her warm lips pressing to the base of his length, her tongue tracing along his shaft, the two women sharing the task, their tongues dancing over his heated flesh.

Alice’s lips never left his, her kiss soft, sweet, but desperate. Her fingers traced faint, lazy patterns across his chest, her slender body pressing against his side.

Wilhelmina’s kisses trailed lower, her soft lips exploring his neck, his shoulder, her delicate fingers caressing his toned chest. "Lyan... you feel so warm... so strong..."

Belle’s mouth moved to his ear, her soft, breathless whispers a sweet, soothing melody. "I love this... I love all of you..."

The warm, wet heat of Josephine and Ravia’s mouths moved faster, their tongues swirling, their lips pressing, their muffled moans a sweet, sinful harmony. "MMPH... SLURP... MMH..."

But then Xena leaned forward, her lips pressing to his cheek. "My turn, girls." Her slender fingers brushed them aside, and she leaned down, her warm mouth enveloping his length, her tongue swirling, her muffled, hungry moans sending sweet, electric shivers through him.

Her amber eyes lifted to meet his, a wild, playful spark dancing in them. "MMPH... MMH... NNHH..."

Alice’s kiss deepened, her soft, breathless moans mingling with his, her silver eyes half-lidded, her lips hungry, her slender body pressing against his side.

Lyan’s hands moved, one resting on Belle’s soft, plush waist, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles. His other hand found Wilhelmina’s braid, his fingers combing through the silky pink strands, drawing a faint, contented sigh from her lips.

As Xena’s warm, hungry mouth moved faster, Belle leaned down beside her, her purplish-pink hair tumbling over his chest. "Let me... help, Xena." She joined in, her soft, warm lips pressing against his length, her tongue swirling alongside Xena’s, their tongues dancing, their muffled moans mingling.

"MMMPH... SLURP... MMH..."

Josephine leaned up, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. "I’m not done either." She leaned down to his chest, her lips pressing soft, lazy kisses along his toned muscles.

Ravia’s silver eyes sparkled, her lips brushing his ear. "I can’t believe... I want more... even now..."

Lyan’s breath quickened, his storm-gray eyes half-lidded, his hands exploring their soft, warm bodies, his lips finding Alice’s, her kiss deep, sweet, and desperate.

One by one, they took turns, their warm mouths, soft tongues, and hungry lips exploring him. Each touch, each taste, each kiss sent sweet, electric pleasure racing through him.

But even as their mouths moved, their soft, warm hands explored his chest, his shoulders, their bodies pressing against his, their voices a sweet, desperate, muffled melody of moans and whispers.

"Lyan..."

"I love you..."

"Please... more..."

"Don’t ever leave..."

Finally, Alice leaned down, her silver eyes half-lidded, her soft, warm lips pressing against his length, her tongue swirling, her muffled, desperate moans sending shivers through him. But even as she moved, Belle’s lips found his, her kiss deep, her tongue seeking his.

Wilhelmina leaned closer, her lips pressing against his ear. "Lyan... we’re all yours..."

And even as the morning sun bathed them in its warm, golden light, even as the soft, sweet scent of their passion filled the tent, they continued—soft kisses, warm touches, and gentle, whispered confessions of love, each of them taking turns, their hearts and bodies entwined.

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