Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 391: Arielle’s New Daily Life (3)

Chapter 391: Arielle’s New Daily Life (3)

Arielle found herself in a strange place emotionally. It wasn’t that she wasn’t used to seeing people in love—she’d lived among families, seen marriages, and even watched her sister fall head over heels with some baker’s son. But this was different. Ever since she’d taken on her new role as stewardess, she’d begun to notice Lyan’s flirting becoming increasingly intense every day. It wasn’t just the occasional affectionate kiss; no, it was the long, intimate kisses exchanged in secluded corridors, the kind that made even seasoned servants avert their eyes. It was the way Lyan’s hand would linger on a woman’s shoulder, his gaze softening as he spoke to her.

Arielle had never been the kind of person to get wrapped up in other people’s relationships, but there was something about Lyan’s carefree way of expressing his affection—how easily the women around him seemed to fall into his arms, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She found herself unable to ignore it, her curiosity slowly growing day by day. How did it work, really? How did all these women coexist, knowing they shared him?

She was sitting at her desk in the castle’s office wing, staring blankly at a piece of parchment, her quill hovering over the inkpot. She didn’t even realize she hadn’t written anything until one of her aides came by, knocking lightly on her desk.

"Lady Arielle? You seem... distracted," the young man said, his brows furrowed with concern.

Arielle snapped out of her thoughts, offering him a quick smile. "Oh, I’m fine. Just... just thinking."

The aide nodded politely and walked away, leaving Arielle alone with her thoughts again. She sighed deeply, setting her quill down and rubbing her temples. She had to know—her curiosity was driving her mad. It wasn’t just about Lyan; it was about the whole dynamic. She wanted to understand it, even if she felt embarrassed by her own interest.

Finally, she gathered her courage. She found Lyan later that afternoon in the courtyard, speaking with one of his guards. He looked up as she approached, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "Arielle! What’s on your mind?"

Arielle hesitated for a moment, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening. She took a deep breath, then asked, "Lyan... I—I was wondering. How do all these relationships work? You and... all the women here. Aren’t there... issues?"

Lyan blinked, clearly taken aback by the question. Then, he laughed softly, a gentle smile spreading across his face. "Ah, I see. You’re curious, huh?"

Arielle’s cheeks turned pink, and she crossed her arms defensively. "I’m not—I mean, maybe a little. It’s just... unusual, that’s all."

Lyan nodded, motioning for her to sit on the bench beside him. "It might seem unusual, but it’s really about honesty. I care deeply for each of them, and they all know that. It’s not about possession or control—it’s about connection, understanding, and trust." He looked at her, his gaze softening. "All of them are my women, Arielle. And they chose to be."

Arielle stared at him, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his eyes. There was no deceit, no malice. Just honesty. It left her feeling a mix of emotions—confusion, admiration, maybe even a bit of envy. She wasn’t sure what to say, so she just nodded, her thoughts swirling.

The next day, Arielle found herself in the castle’s library. She had intended to grab a few books on city planning—there were some logistics she needed to work through for the upcoming trade agreement. She pushed the door open, her eyes scanning the shelves as she walked in. It was quiet, the smell of old parchment and ink filling the room.

But as she turned a corner, she came to an abrupt stop. There, in the far corner of the library, were Lyan and Belle. They were seated on a plush couch, Belle perched on Lyan’s lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. Their lips were locked in a passionate kiss, Belle’s fingers tangled in Lyan’s hair as his hands roamed her back.

Arielle’s eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest as she quickly stepped back, hiding behind the nearest bookshelf. She pressed her back against the wooden shelves, her breath coming out in shallow gasps. She could still hear them, the soft sounds of their kissing, the faint murmurs of affection exchanged between them.

She swallowed hard, her face flushing with embarrassment. She shouldn’t be here, she knew that. This was private. But she couldn’t move, her curiosity holding her in place. She peeked around the corner again, just for a moment, catching a glimpse of Belle’s smile as she pulled away from Lyan, her forehead resting against his.

Arielle’s heartbeat was deafening in her ears, and she bit her lip as she watched Lyan’s hands trail along Belle’s hips, squeezing gently before moving upward. She saw Belle’s cheeks turn red, a soft moan escaping her lips as Lyan’s fingers brushed against the sides of her breasts. Arielle couldn’t help herself, her hand drifting toward her own chest. Her fingers brushed over her breast, her nipple already hard under the fabric.

She felt ashamed, disgusted with herself for being so aroused. It wasn’t right—but how could she stop herself when it felt so good? She pinched her nipple between her fingers, biting back a gasp as a shiver ran through her body. She knew she had to stop, that she should leave the library and forget she ever saw anything, but her feet wouldn’t move. She stood there, frozen in place, her hand squeezing her breast, her palm pressing against her hard nipple, her eyes glued to Lyan and Belle.

Suddenly, Lyan stood up, lifting Belle with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried her to a nearby table, laying her down on top of it. Arielle’s heart leapt into her throat as Lyan kissed his way down Belle’s body, his hands tugging at the waistband of her pants. Belle arched her back, lifting her hips to help him remove them.

Arielle watched in awe, her eyes wide, her breathing ragged. She was mesmerized, unable to tear her gaze away. She couldn’t believe how beautiful Belle looked, her naked skin exposed to the library’s chilly air, her body flushed with desire. Arielle had never seen a woman look like this before, so raw and vulnerable. It was intoxicating.

Lyan knelt down, his lips brushing against Belle’s inner thigh, causing her to squirm. Arielle swallowed hard, her hand slipping inside her shirt, her fingers tracing over the swell of her breast. Her nipples ached for attention, and she gave in, her hand moving over them, her thumb circling the hardened buds.

Arielle could barely breathe as Lyan’s mouth moved closer and closer to Belle’s damp cave. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. The sight was too tempting, too erotic. She watched in fascination as Lyan’s tongue lapped at Belle’s folds, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them apart. Belle moaned, her back arching, her fingers tangling in his hair. Arielle squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then opened them again, her fingers moving faster over her breasts, her nipples aching for more.

She saw Belle’s body begin to tremble, her thighs clenching around Lyan’s head, her hands grasping his shoulders. Her moans became louder, more frantic, her hips bucking wildly as Lyan continued his assault. Arielle’s cheeks burned hot as Belle cried out, her voice echoing through the library. Arielle gasped, her knees buckling slightly. Her hand slipped under the waistband of her pants, her fingers seeking out the heat between her legs.

She watched in rapt attention as Lyan lifted himself off the ground, his hands moving to the belt around his waist. Belle sat up on the table, her legs dangling off the edge. Her eyes were wide, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. Arielle saw Lyan’s pants drop to the floor, his gigantic meat thing springing free, the tip glistening with precum. Arielle felt a jolt of pleasure run through her, her fingers moving faster between her legs, her clit aching with need and squirted when she saw it Lyan expose it fully when he moves.

It’s too huge!?

How could it be so huge!?

"Lyan... Fill me up," Arielle could hear Belle’s voice.

"With pleasure," Arielle saw Lyan move his gigantic meat rod closer, the tip brushing against Belle’s damp entrance.

She couldn’t take her eyes off it, her fingers moving faster, her body trembling with desire. She’d never felt anything like this before—this overwhelming lust. It consumed her, taking over her thoughts, her actions. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t hold back. She watched in amazement as Lyan entered Belle, her body stretching to accommodate him, her moans filling the library.

"Ohh... yes... fuck me..." Belle moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the table.

Arielle felt her heart race, her fingers sliding deeper inside her pants, the slick wetness making it easy to slide them in and out. She could see the muscles in Lyan’s arms flexing, his hips thrusting forward, his meat rod buried deep inside Belle. She bit her lip, her fingers moving faster, her palm grinding against her clit. She felt the pressure building, her body quivering, her breathing coming out in short, ragged gasps.

Arielle watched as Lyan pumped into Belle, his hips rocking forward, his cock disappearing inside her again and again. Belle’s body jerked with each thrust, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing. Arielle’s own body was on fire, her nipples aching, her pussy dripping wet. She could feel the tension rising, her orgasm approaching.

"MORE! LYAN! MORE!!" Belle shouted.

Arielle’s climax hit her like a tidal wave, her legs shaking, her body shuddering as her juices gushed out. She let out a soft whimper, her hand gripping the bookshelf behind her, trying to stay on her feet. She watched as Lyan and Belle’s bodies shuddered, their moans filling the air. Lyan’s meat rod swelled inside her, and Arielle could see his cum erupting into Belle’s tight pussy, the white cream oozing out around his cock, dripping onto the floor.

Arielle gasped, her fingers sliding out of her pants. She stared at the mess on the floor, her face burning with shame. She had no idea what had come over her.

Then suddenly, Xena appeared, saying.

"Hey! Let me join in!"