Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 319: Passionate Interrogation (End) Spilling The Beans

Chapter 319: Passionate Interrogation (End) Spilling The Beans

Lyan pulled out of Lara, turning his attention fully to Tara. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands spreading her thighs apart. Tara’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, her breath catching in her throat. The anticipation and desire in her gaze were palpable, her body trembling slightly with a mix of excitement and nerves.

As Lyan entered Tara with a slow, deliberate motion, her gasp filled the room. Her body arched off the cold stone floor, her muscles tensing as she felt him fill her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and discomfort as she adjusted to his size. Tara’s skin was a deep, sun-kissed tan, her body firm and muscular from years of living as a warrior. Her large breasts heaved with each breath, the firm curves contrasting with the softness of her skin. Her long, jet-black hair spilled around her like a dark waterfall, framing her flushed face.

"Ah... so... BIG!!" Tara’s voice broke into a high-pitched cry, her hands clutching at Lyan’s shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin, a physical manifestation of the intensity of her feelings. The stretch and fullness were new sensations, unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

Lyan moved with a steady rhythm, his hands caressing Tara’s body, tracing the lines of her muscles and the soft curves of her breasts. His lips murmured soft words of encouragement, telling her how beautiful she looked, how well she was taking him. The contrast between Tara’s warrior’s physique and her soft, feminine curves was striking, each touch a reminder of her strength and vulnerability.

Tara’s moans grew louder, more urgent, as Lyan continued. Her hips moved to meet his thrusts, her body instinctively seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her. "More... need more!!" she gasped, her voice thick with need. The mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, each thrust sending waves of sensation through her.

Lyan adjusted his angle slightly, his movements more deliberate as he focused on maximizing Tara’s pleasure. He could feel her tightening around him, her body responding to his every touch. The sensation was exquisite, a tight heat that enveloped him completely. Tara’s body was firm yet yielding, her muscles quivering under his hands as he explored her.

Lara, still recovering from her own intense experience, watched with wide eyes. Her long, fiery red hair was spread out around her, her body glistening with sweat. Despite the exhaustion, there was a look of longing in her eyes, a desire to experience more.

Lyan, noticing Lara’s gaze, reached out a hand to her. He pulled her closer, positioning her beside Tara. The two women exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. With a nod, Lara leaned in, kissing Tara passionately as Lyan continued his movements. The sight of the two women together, their bodies intertwined, was breathtaking.

Tara’s climax came swiftly, her body shaking with the force of it. She cried out, her voice mingling with Lara’s as they both lay panting and spent on the cold stone floor. The sound was a chorus of pleasure, a testament to the intensity of the experience. Tara’s body convulsed around Lyan, her muscles clenching and releasing in time with her cries. The feeling of her tight, pulsing heat was almost too much to bear.

Lyan watched them, his eyes dark with satisfaction, his own breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of the two warrior women, strong and fierce, reduced to trembling, panting bodies, was a heady rush. He pulled out of Tara, taking a moment to catch his breath. The cell was silent save for the sound of their breathing, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex.

Not wanting the moment to end, Lyan guided the women into a new position. He had them kneel before him, their hands braced against the cold stone floor. Lara’s red hair spilled down her back, a fiery cascade that contrasted sharply with Tara’s dark locks. Their strong, muscular bodies were highlighted in this position, their curves and strength on full display.

Lyan entered Lara from behind, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. Her body tensed, the sensation of being filled again so soon after her climax both painful and pleasurable. "Oh... YES!! So... DEEP!!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the stone walls. The feeling of him stretching her, filling her completely, was almost overwhelming.

Tara watched, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and desire. She reached out, her hand caressing Lara’s back, offering comfort and solidarity. The two women were a picture of contrasting beauty, one dark and the other fair, their bodies moving in sync with Lyan’s thrusts.

Lyan’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he felt himself nearing the edge. The sensation of Lara’s tight, warm body around him was exquisite, a feeling unlike any other. Her cries grew louder, more frantic, as she felt another climax building.

"Can’t... hold... BACK!!" Lara’s voice was a desperate wail, her body trembling as she reached her peak. The intensity of her climax was almost too much, her muscles clenching tightly around Lyan, drawing him deeper into her.

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.

Lyan pulled out of Lara, turning his attention fully to Tara. He positioned himself behind her, entering her with a slow, deliberate motion. Tara gasped, her body arching as she felt him fill her. The sensation was intense, a tightness and fullness that made her breath hitch in her throat.

He moved with a steady rhythm, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her movements. Tara’s body responded instinctively, her hips moving to meet his thrusts, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her. The feeling of him inside her, stretching her, filling her completely, was intoxicating.

Tara’s climax came swiftly, her body shaking with the force of it. She cried out, her voice mingling with Lara’s as they both lay panting and spent on the cold stone floor. The sound was a symphony of pleasure, a testament to the intensity of the experience.

Lyan watched them, his eyes dark with satisfaction, his own breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of the two warrior women, strong and fierce, reduced to trembling, panting bodies, was a heady rush. He pulled out of Tara, sitting back and taking a moment to catch his breath. The cell was silent save for the sound of their breathing, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex.

Lara and Tara lay sprawled on the floor, their bodies glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, their expressions dazed and satisfied. Their strong, muscular bodies were a testament to their warrior training, yet in this moment, they were soft and vulnerable, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience.

Lyan looked down at them, his expression softening. He reached out, gently stroking their hair, his touch tender and soothing. "You did well," he murmured, his voice gentle. "You both did very well."

Lara and Tara looked up at him, their eyes filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude. They were exhausted, their bodies aching, but there was a new light in their eyes—a spark of something more, something deeper. They had been warriors, and now they were something else, something more complex and nuanced.

Lyan helped them to their feet, his touch gentle and reassuring. He guided them to a small bench at the side of the cell, where they could sit and catch their breath. He handed them their clothes, watching as they dressed, their movements slow and deliberate.

Once they were dressed, Lyan spoke softly, his tone gentle but firm. "Now, tell me everything you know about your tribe," he said, his gaze steady. "Tell me about your people, your leaders, your plans."

Lara and Tara exchanged a glance, their expressions thoughtful. There was a moment of hesitation, then Lara nodded slowly. "We tell you," she said, her voice rough and honest. "We tell all. No secrets."

Tara nodded in agreement, her eyes meeting Lyan’s. "You spared us, showed kindness. We repay with truth."

Lyan smiled, a warm, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Thank you," he said softly. "Your cooperation is appreciated. And know that you will be treated well here. You are safe."

Lara and Tara nodded, their expressions softening. They had come to Grafen as enemies, but now they felt a strange sense of belonging, a connection to this place and to the man who had shown them a different kind of strength.

Lyan stood, his gaze lingering on the two women for a moment longer. Then he turned and left the cell, the living statues closing the door behind him. As he walked down the dimly lit corridor, his mind raced with the possibilities that lay ahead. The information Lara and Tara provided would be invaluable in defending Grafen and understanding the broader threats they faced.