Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 303: Rebuilding Grafen with Passion (2) Budget in Bed

Chapter 303: Rebuilding Grafen with Passion (2) Budget in Bed

Josephine’s breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with desire. "Lyan, please," she whispered, her voice filled with need.

Lyan’s hand slipped lower, parting her folds and finding her clit. He rubbed it gently, then more firmly, his fingers moving in slow, circular motions. Josephine’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking against his hand. He slid a finger inside her, then another, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Her body responded eagerly, her muscles clenching around his fingers as he brought her closer to the edge.

Belle watched with hooded eyes, her own desire mounting. She reached out, her hand sliding over Lyan’s chest, down to his waistband. She tugged at his pants, her fingers brushing against his hardness. Lyan groaned, his attention shifting to her. He kissed her deeply, his hand sliding between her legs, finding her as wet and ready as Josephine. He teased her clit, his fingers moving with the same deliberate slowness, drawing soft moans from her.

Althea, not to be left out, moved closer, her hands exploring Lyan’s body. She kissed his neck, her lips trailing down to his chest, her tongue flicking over his skin. Lyan’s breath hitched, his body responding to her touch. He turned to her, his hand sliding between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it gently. Althea’s moans joined the chorus, her body trembling with desire.

Lyan moved between them, his hands and mouth exploring each woman, their moans filling the room. He kissed Josephine deeply, his fingers thrusting inside her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. He turned to Belle, his lips and tongue teasing her breasts, his hand sliding between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it firmly. He kissed Althea, his fingers moving inside her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm.

The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the air thick with desire. Lyan’s movements were deliberate and unhurried, savoring every moment, every touch. He could feel the tension building, the need mounting.

Josephine’s body tensed, her muscles clenching around his fingers. "Lyan, I’m so close," she moaned, her voice filled with urgency.

Lyan’s fingers moved faster, his thumb brushing against her clit. "Come for me, Josephine," he whispered, his voice a low growl.

With a cry, Josephine’s orgasm crashed over her, her body shuddering with pleasure. Lyan’s fingers moved inside her, drawing out every last wave of her climax. He turned to Belle, his hand moving faster, his fingers thrusting inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit. "Come for me, Belle," he whispered, his voice filled with command.

Belle’s body tensed, her moans growing louder. With a scream, her orgasm hit her, her body convulsing with pleasure. Lyan’s fingers moved inside her, drawing out every last wave of her climax. He turned to Althea, his hand moving faster, his fingers thrusting inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit. "Come for me, Althea," he whispered, his voice filled with command.

Althea’s body tensed, her moans growing louder. With a cry, her orgasm hit her, her body convulsing with pleasure. Lyan’s fingers moved inside her, drawing out every last wave of her climax.

The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the air thick with desire. Lyan’s movements were deliberate and unhurried, savoring every moment, every touch. He could feel the tension building, the need mounting.

He took a moment to breathe deeply, his eyes sweeping over the women before him. Each of them radiated a unique beauty, a strength that had drawn him to them. Lyan’s heart swelled with affection as he considered how far they had come together, and he felt a profound sense of connection and responsibility.

He started with Josephine, whose purplish-red hair framed her flushed face beautifully. "Josephine," he whispered, his voice a low murmur as he leaned in to kiss her softly, his lips brushing against hers. She responded eagerly, her hands moving to caress his shoulders, pulling him closer. His hands moved to her breasts, kneading them gently, his thumbs teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress.

Josephine’s moans were soft, filled with longing. Lyan’s kisses trailed down her neck, sucking gently at her pulse point, making her shiver. He moved lower, his hands sliding under her dress to caress her thighs, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns on her skin. Her breath hitched as he found her clit, rubbing it through the thin fabric of her underwear, eliciting a soft cry from her lips.

As Josephine trembled beneath his touch, Lyan’s attention shifted to Belle. She watched with hooded eyes, her desire evident. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hand slipping under her dress to cup her breast. Belle arched into his touch, her moans muffled by the kiss. His fingers played with her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Lyan’s hand moved lower, sliding between her legs. He teased her clit, rubbing it gently at first, then more firmly. Belle’s body responded eagerly, her hips rocking against his hand. He slid a finger inside her, then another, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing soft moans from her lips.

Next, Lyan turned his attention to Althea, who had been watching with a mixture of anticipation and desire. He kissed her deeply, his hands exploring her body, tracing the curves of her hips and waist. His fingers found her breasts, kneading them gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Althea’s breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with need.

Lyan’s kisses trailed down her body, his lips leaving a path of heat on her skin. He paused at her belly, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin, making her shiver. His hands moved lower, sliding between her legs, finding her wet and ready. He teased her clit, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, drawing soft moans from her lips.

Each woman received his undivided attention, his touches and kisses eliciting moans and gasps of pleasure. Lyan’s movements were slow and deliberate, savoring every moment, every touch. The foreplay was long and unhurried, each woman brought to the brink of pleasure before he moved to the next, ensuring they were all equally aroused and ready.

Josephine’s breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with desire. "Lyan, please," she whispered, her voice filled with need. Lyan’s hand slipped lower, parting her folds and finding her clit. He rubbed it gently, then more firmly, his fingers moving in slow, circular motions. Josephine’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking against his hand. He slid a finger inside her, then another, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Her body responded eagerly, her muscles clenching around his fingers as he brought her closer to the edge.

Belle watched with hooded eyes, her own desire mounting. She reached out, her hand sliding over Lyan’s chest, down to his waistband. She tugged at his pants, her fingers brushing against his hardness. Lyan groaned, his attention shifting to her. He kissed her deeply, his hand sliding between her legs, finding her as wet and ready as Josephine. He teased her clit, his fingers moving with the same deliberate slowness, drawing soft moans from her.

Althea, not to be left out, moved closer, her hands exploring Lyan’s body. She kissed his neck, her lips trailing down to his chest, her tongue flicking over his skin. Lyan’s breath hitched, his body responding to her touch. He turned to her, his hand sliding between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it gently. Althea’s moans joined the chorus, her body trembling with desire.

Lyan moved between them, his hands and mouth exploring each woman, their moans filling the room. He kissed Josephine deeply, his fingers thrusting inside her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. He turned to Belle, his lips and tongue teasing her breasts, his hand sliding between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it firmly. He kissed Althea, his fingers moving inside her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm.

The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the air thick with desire. Lyan’s movements were deliberate and unhurried, savoring every moment, every touch. He could feel the tension building, the need mounting.

As the intensity of their pleasure mounted, Josephine’s breath hitched as she tried to form words. "Lyan... about the budget... we need to... discuss it..."

Lyan’s movements didn’t falter, his fingers still working her skillfully. "Mmm, the budget," he murmured between kisses. "We need to find ways to... generate more income."

Belle, her breath coming in short gasps, added, "We could... invest in more... trade routes. The town’s... strategic location... should attract more merchants."

Althea moaned softly, her body arching against Lyan’s touch. "And we should... consider improving... the town’s infrastructure... better roads... will facilitate... trade and travel."

Josephine’s hips rocked against Lyan’s hand, her body trembling with pleasure. "We also need to... focus on agriculture... increase our... food production... to support the growing population."

Lyan’s fingers moved faster, his thumb brushing against her clit. "Yes... more efficient farming methods... and perhaps... introduce new crops... that are more... profitable."

Belle’s body tensed, her moans growing louder. "And we should... look into... developing local crafts... and industries... to create more jobs."

Althea’s breath came in short gasps, her body writhing beneath Lyan’s touch. "Yes... encourage artisans... to settle in the town... and offer incentives... for new businesses."

Lyan’s movements were deliberate and unhurried, savoring every moment, every touch. "We should also... improve education... train our people... in various skills... to increase... their employability."