Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 318: Passionate Interrogation (1) Aphrodisiac

Chapter 318: Passionate Interrogation (1) Aphrodisiac

Lyan’s smile widened, and he closed the distance between them, capturing Lara’s lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. She gasped, her body reacting instinctively to the intensity of the sensation. The kiss deepened, Lyan’s tongue exploring her mouth with practiced skill, leaving her breathless.

Tara watched, her eyes wide with a mix of fascination and arousal. The room seemed to spin around her, her senses heightened to an almost unbearable degree. She felt the pull of the aphrodisiac magic, her own body responding to the sight of Lyan and Lara.

Lyan broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. He turned his attention to Tara, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. "Now, Tara," he murmured, his voice low and inviting, "let me show you the same pleasure."

He reached out, gently cupping Tara’s face with his hand. She shivered at his touch, the warmth of his palm sending a tingling sensation through her body. Tara felt as though she were in a dream, the reality of her situation slipping away as she became lost in the moment. The magic that Lyan had cast was working its way into her mind, making her pliant and eager for his touch.

Lyan leaned in, his lips brushing against Tara’s in a soft, teasing kiss. She responded instinctively, her lips parting to allow him deeper access. The kiss was slow and sensual, each movement deliberate and calculated to stoke the fire of desire within her. Tara moaned softly, her hands coming up to rest on Lyan’s chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his clothes.

As Lyan kissed Tara, his other hand moved to caress Lara’s back, drawing her closer. He could feel the tension in their bodies, the mixture of fear and excitement that pulsed through them. The mountain barbarians were strong and fierce, but in this moment, they were vulnerable and open to his influence. Lyan’s touch was gentle but insistent, his fingers trailing over their skin with a light, teasing pressure that left them wanting more.

Breaking the kiss with Tara, Lyan stepped back slightly, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "You both feel it, don’t you?" he whispered, his voice like velvet. "The desire, the need. Let it consume you. Let me guide you."

Lara and Tara exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of confusion and longing. The aphrodisiac magic was potent, heightening their senses and amplifying their emotions. They were caught in a web of desire, unable to resist the pull of Lyan’s presence.

Lara, her voice rough and unrefined, spoke first. "Feel... strange. Hot inside. What you do to us?" Her eyes flicked to Lyan’s, searching for answers.

Tara nodded, her brow furrowed. "Magic... powerful. Make us want... more. What you do?" Her voice carried the same rough, unpolished tone, indicative of their upbringing.

Lyan smiled gently, reassuring them. "It’s a gift, a magic to make you feel good, to let go of fears and worries. Do you want more?"

Lara gulped, her eyes darting to Tara before returning to Lyan. "Want... more. Feel good. Never feel this before." She bit her lip, a mix of fear and desire in her gaze.

Tara nodded, her voice a whisper. "We... we take more. Show us."

Lyan moved closer to them, his hands gently pushing them down to the cold stone floor. The living statues continued to watch impassively, their stone eyes unblinking. The cell seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with the scent of arousal and the low hum of magic.

Kneeling between the two women, Lyan began to undress them, his movements slow and deliberate. He removed their simple clothing, revealing their toned, athletic bodies. The women shivered, partly from the chill of the air and partly from the anticipation of what was to come. Lyan’s hands were warm against their skin, his touch both comforting and electrifying.

He took his time, exploring their bodies with a practiced ease. His fingers traced the curves of their hips, the lines of their muscles, the softness of their breasts. Lara and Tara gasped and moaned under his touch, their bodies arching towards him, seeking more. Lyan’s lips followed the path of his hands, kissing and nibbling at their sensitive spots, drawing soft cries of pleasure from their lips.

As Lyan continued to pleasure them, he spoke softly, his voice a soothing balm to their anxious minds. "You are safe here," he murmured, his lips brushing against Lara’s ear. "No one will harm you. I will take care of you."

Lara moaned, her hands tangling in Lyan’s hair as he kissed her neck. She felt overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her, the pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced. Tara, lying beside her, was similarly affected, her breathing ragged and her body trembling.

Lyan’s hands roamed lower, caressing their thighs and parting their legs. He could feel the heat emanating from them, the slickness of their arousal. The aphrodisiac magic had done its work well, leaving the women desperate for release.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Lyan positioned himself between them, his gaze shifting from one to the other. He removed his own clothing, revealing his physique. Both women gasped, their eyes widening at the sight of him. Lyan’s size and presence were overwhelming, and they couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and excitement.

Lara gulped, her eyes fixed on him. "You... strong. Big. Like chief," she muttered, awe in her voice. "Never see man like you."

Tara nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "So big... never... how fit?" She looked both curious and anxious, her eyes darting between Lyan and Lara.

Lyan smiled reassuringly. "I’ll be gentle. You can handle it. Just relax and enjoy." He leaned in, capturing Lara’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss as he positioned himself between her legs.

As Lyan entered Lara, she gasped, her body arching against his as she felt him fill her completely. The sensation was intense, the heat of their bodies melding together in a dance of pleasure and desire. Lara’s hands clutched at Lyan’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to accommodate his size. Her eyes widened in shock and awe, taking in the sheer magnitude of him.

"By the gods... you’re so... BIG!" Lara’s voice was a breathless gasp, filled with both wonder and a hint of fear. She felt stretched and filled in a way she’d never experienced before, every inch of him pressing against her in a maddening mix of pleasure and pain.

Tara watched, her eyes wide with a mixture of jealousy and anticipation. Her gaze was locked on the sight before her, unable to tear herself away from the scene unfolding. The way Lara’s body reacted, the way her mouth opened in a silent scream, it was both fascinating and arousing.

Lyan noticed Tara’s gaze and reached out, pulling her closer. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he began to move within Lara. The sensation was intense, the heat of their bodies melding together in a dance of pleasure and desire. His movements were slow, deliberate, each thrust measured and controlled, building the tension between them.

Lara’s breath hitched, her voice breaking into soft cries with each movement. "AH! So deep... feels... TOO MUCH!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch. Her body was a tempest of sensations, the pain of his size blending seamlessly with the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Tara, feeling left out, leaned closer, her hands trembling as they reached for Lyan. "Me too... want... FEEL TOO!" she panted, her voice thick with need. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her lips parted as she watched Lyan’s every move.

Lyan’s hand moved to caress Tara’s body, his fingers finding her most sensitive spots. Tara moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as she sought more of his touch. Lyan’s fingers worked her skillfully, bringing her to the edge of pleasure and then pulling back, leaving her panting and desperate.

"NO! Don’t stop... please... more!" Tara pleaded, her voice a mix of desperation and desire. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.

Lyan switched his attention between the two women, kissing and caressing them, his movements fluid and practiced. Lara and Tara were caught in a whirlwind of sensation, their bodies responding to his every touch. They moaned and gasped, their hands clutching at him, their voices begging for more.

Lara, her voice hoarse, gasped out, "Strong... so strong. You... chief for us. Yes?"

Tara, her breath coming in ragged gasps, nodded in agreement. "Chief... strong chief. We follow," she echoed, her voice filled with awe.

Lyan’s thrusts quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt himself nearing the edge. He could feel Lara tightening around him, her body trembling as she approached her climax. Tara was similarly affected, her body writhing under his touch as she sought her own release.

"AHHH! CAN’T... HOLD... BACK!!" Lara screamed, her body convulsing as she reached her peak. The intensity of her climax was overwhelming, her muscles clenching around Lyan in a vice-like grip.

With a final, powerful thrust, Lyan brought Lara to her peak, her body convulsing around him as she cried out in ecstasy. The sound of her release echoed through the cell, a primal, guttural noise that spoke of complete and utter surrender.