Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 325: The Mountain Tribes (5) Strong Seed

Chapter 325: The Mountain Tribes (5) Strong Seed

Lara broke the kiss, her breath coming in soft pants. "We take care of you, chief," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We make you feel loved."

Tara nodded, her hands moving lower to caress him intimately. "You our chief, our protector. We honor you."

Lyan felt a surge of warmth and connection with these women. Their touches and kisses were not just physical; they were expressions of trust and admiration. He knew that this was a special moment, a bond that would strengthen his connection with the tribe.

Lara guided him to the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She laid down beside him, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and reverence. Tara joined them, her hands continuing to caress and explore.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of their moans and the approving murmurs of the watching women. "He’s so vigorous... so enduring," one woman whispered to another, her eyes locked on the trio.

Lara and Tara took their time, their touches and kisses exploring every part of him. They moved with a grace and confidence that spoke of their deep connection to each other and to him. Their bodies pressed against his, their movements synchronized in a dance of intimacy and trust.

As the foreplay continued, Lyan felt his desire growing stronger. His hands roamed over their bodies, caressing and exploring with a tenderness that matched their own. He felt a deep sense of connection and responsibility, knowing that this moment was about more than just physical pleasure; it was about solidifying the bond between him and his tribe.

Lara’s hands moved to guide him inside her, her gasp loud in the silent room. "AH... so... BIG!!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise as she adjusted to his size. Her movements were slow, deliberate, savoring the feeling of fullness as she began to move her hips in a rhythmic dance that had been passed down through generations.

Tara, not wanting to be left out, positioned herself beside them, her touches on Lyan and her sister adding to the intensity of the moment. The room’s atmosphere grew thicker with desire, the air mingling with the sound of their unified breaths and the soft creak of the bed.

As the night progressed, the fervor increased. Lyan’s stamina and vigor were unmatched, each movement, each thrust met with cries of pleasure from Lara and gasps from Tara. "MORE... need MORE!!" Tara moaned loudly, her voice echoing around the room as Lyan complied, his pace unyielding.

The tribal women, fully engrossed in the display, commented amongst themselves, "His body... so strong, so capable!" and "Look at how he moves... like a true chief of our tribe!"

Eventually, the intensity of their union reached its peak. Lara and Tara, overwhelmed by the sheer force of their climaxes, cried out in unison, their voices a powerful chorus that rang through the chieftain house. "LYAN... SO GOOD!!!" they screamed, their bodies shuddering under the wave of their release.

As they lay spent, their breaths ragged and their bodies glistening with sweat, the tribal women approached, their eyes filled with a mix of respect and desire. One by one, they expressed their wish to join him, to feel the strength and power of their new chief. Even one who was already married whispered shyly, "Please, chief, show me too..."

Lyan looked around the room, the sight of eager, admiring faces filling him with a sense of pride and duty. The night was not over, and the bond with his tribe was to be solidified even further. He nodded, his voice firm yet kind. "Yes, all of you," he said, his eyes meeting each woman’s gaze. "Together, we make our tribe strong."

Lara and Tara, still recovering from their intense experience, smiled at him and then at the women. "Our chief... he make all happy," Lara said, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Tara nodded, her expression serious. "We show him our love, our strength. He deserves all."

The women began to approach, each one taking their turn to undress with shy, eager movements. The room filled with the rustling of fabric and soft, anticipatory murmurs. Lyan felt a surge of desire and responsibility as he watched them, each woman representing a part of his new tribe, a piece of his new life.

One by one, they came to him, their hands gentle and exploratory. The atmosphere was electric with the blend of reverence and desire. Lyan met each gaze with assurance, his touch firm and appreciative. The tribal women, though different in many ways, shared a common strength and beauty that captivated him.

A young woman, her eyes wide with awe, approached next. "Chief, you... so strong, so kind," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her touch tentative but filled with trust.

Lyan smiled down at her, his hands resting on her waist. "You are strong too," he said softly. "Together, we make our tribe stronger."

She nodded, her expression resolute. "Yes, chief. Together."

As the night wore on, the room became a symphony of whispered words, soft gasps, and the rhythmic sounds of bodies coming together. The bond between Lyan and the women of the tribe grew with each passing moment, each shared breath. The air was thick with the scent of pine, sweat, and the unique fragrance of the oil lamps, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that enveloped them all.

An older woman, her eyes filled with wisdom and a knowing smile on her lips, approached next. "Chief, you remind me of old days," she said, her voice strong and steady. "Strong men, strong tribe."

Lyan met her gaze, seeing the history and strength in her eyes. "We honor those days," he replied. "And we build a future together."

She nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, we do."

The rhythm of the night continued, each woman bringing her own energy and spirit to the union. Lyan felt a deep sense of connection and purpose with each one, understanding more about his role and the tribe’s unity. The bonds formed were not just physical, but spiritual, each encounter strengthening the ties that bound them all.

Lara and Tara, watching from the side, smiled with pride and satisfaction. They had been the first, but they knew that this was about more than their personal pleasure. It was about the unity and strength of the tribe.

"Look at them," Lara whispered to Tara, her voice filled with admiration. "They love him so much. He really our chief."

Tara nodded, her eyes soft with emotion. "He make us strong. We all one now."

The room, filled with the soft glow of the oil lamps and the warmth of shared bodies, became a sanctuary of strength and unity. The women’s voices, filled with desire and respect, echoed softly, creating a chorus of unity that resonated deeply within Lyan. The night was a testament to the strength of the tribe, the bonds of their new chief, and the future they would build together.

As the first light of dawn began to seep through the wooden walls, the room grew quieter. The women, spent and satisfied, began to settle down, their bodies intertwined in a tapestry of unity. Lyan lay among them, his heart full and his spirit high. He knew that this was just the beginning of his journey with the tribe, a journey that would be filled with challenges, triumphs, and the unbreakable bond of his people.

Lara and Tara, nestled close to him, their breaths even and content, were the first to speak. "Chief, we strong together," Lara murmured, her voice drowsy yet filled with conviction.

Tara nodded, her eyes half-closed. "We build strong tribe, strong future."

Lyan smiled, his heart swelling with pride and affection. "Yes, we will. Together."

As the sun rose higher, bathing the room in a soft, golden light, the tribe began to stir. The night of celebration had come to an end, but the bonds formed would endure, guiding them into the future. Lyan knew that he had found his place among these people, his people, and he was ready to lead them with strength, honor, and love.

The day ahead was filled with promise and the assurance that, together, they would face whatever challenges came their way, united as one tribe, one family. The women around him began to wake, their faces glowing with contentment and trust. They had shared a special night, a night that marked the beginning of a new era for the tribe.

One by one, they expressed their gratitude and admiration, their voices soft and filled with emotion. "Thank you, chief," one whispered, her hand resting gently on his arm. "You make us feel special."

Another woman, her eyes bright with affection, added, "We trust you, chief. You lead us well."

Lyan felt a deep sense of responsibility and pride. "I promise to protect and lead you," he said, his voice steady and filled with conviction. "Together, we will build a strong future."

The women nodded, their faces reflecting their trust and belief in him. They began to dress, their movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. The room was filled with a sense of calm and unity, a feeling that would carry them through the days ahead.

Lara and Tara, fully dressed, approached him, their smiles warm and reassuring. "We proud of you, chief," Lara said, her voice filled with sincerity. "You good leader."

Tara nodded, her eyes soft with affection. "We support you always."

Lyan smiled. "Yes. Of course. I never regret coming here,"