Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 392: Arielle’s New Daily Life (End)

Chapter 392: Arielle’s New Daily Life (End)

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 thing, 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!" Xena said as she started undressing herself.

As she saw her, only a thought crossed her.

She’s going to join in!?

"Ah... Xena-chan, wait up..." Belle tried to get it out but she can’t perhaps because it’s too big, and Lyan gently lift her up and his thing slip out.

Then she realized that Lyan’s thing hasn’t gone limp yet.

"It’s still towering huge..."

"There you go, but it’s my turn again after that, okay?" Belle said with a pout.

"Of course, of course," Xena said as she pointed at the chair and have Lyan sit at the chair.

Lyan did sit on the chair, and then Xena straddles him.

"Hehehe, I’ve been waiting for a library sex session, you know? It feels like a smart sex session-thingy?" Xena said with a giggle.

"Is that even a thing?" Lyan chuckled.

Then it first start with a foreplay. Xena’s lips approached his lips, and then their tongue clashed. They started their french kiss, and they also had their hand roaming at each other.

"Mmmm..." Xena moaned, her hands exploring Lyan’s body, feeling his muscles, his strength.

"You like that?" Lyan murmured, his lips brushing against her neck.

"I love it." Xena whispered, her hands moving to his chest, stroking his hard pecs.

"Me too..."

Lyan’s hands traveled down her body, his fingertips tracing her curves. She shivered with anticipation, her skin tingling where his hands touched her. He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, teasing her nipples with his thumbs.

"That feels good..." Xena moaned, her head leaning back, her hips rocking forward. But she don’t want to stop the kiss yet, she stuck out her tongue and have her tongue intertwined with his.

Their kiss was long, their tongues swirling around each other. Then suddenly, Lyan’s hands slid down to her hips, and then he lifts her and have her damp in contact with his thing.

"It’s time to enjoy this," he said, and then he slowly lowered her onto his thing.

"Ahhh!" Xena moaned, her body stretching to accommodate him. He felt amazing, filling her completely, sending waves of pleasure through her.

"That’s it..." Lyan growled, his hips thrusting forward, his thing sliding in and out of her.

"Mmmm... OHH... It’s big as always..." Xena whimpered, her body quivering with delight, her pussy clenching around him.

Lyan’s hands were on her hips, guiding her movements, his hips pumping, his thing slamming into her again and again. He leaned forward, his mouth finding her nipple, sucking on it hungrily.

"Yes... Ohhh, yes..." Xena cried, her body shaking with ecstasy, her climax building within her.

Their movement is intense, and so is the pleasure. Belle and Arielle is also getting aroused just by watching.

"Ah! Ahh!" Xena moaned, her back arching, her hips rocking wildly. "Fuck me... FUCK ME!"

Lyan grunted, his teeth nipping at her nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard nub. He slammed into her harder and faster, his thing throbbing inside her.

"I’m gonna cum..." Xena gasped, her body trembling with anticipation, her orgasm nearing.

Lyan’s grip on her hips tightened, his body tensing as his thing pulsated inside her. "Cum for me... Come!"

"Yes... Ohhh, YES!!" Xena screamed, her body convulsing, her climax hitting her hard. Her juices gushed out, spraying across the library floor. Lyan’s own juices shoot up deep inside her, filling her with his creamy goodness.

Arielle was stunned, her face burning with shame. She’d never imagined she’d witness something so erotic, so passionate. She felt ashamed, disgusted with herself. But her body wouldn’t listen, her fingers sliding back inside her pants, her clit aching with need. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t help herself. She watched in amazement as Xena climbed off of Lyan, her body glistening with sweat, her legs shaking.

Xena giggled, her hand resting on Lyan’s chest. "That was fun."

"Yes, it was," Lyan agreed, his arm wrapping around her, his fingertips trailing along her bare skin.

Arielle couldn’t believe her eyes, her heart racing, her breathing coming out in short, shallow gasps. How could they be so casual about it? It was almost like they were talking about the weather, not what they had just done.

"We should do it again sometime," Xena purred, her fingers teasing Lyan’s nipple.

"Definitely," Lyan said, his hand sliding down her back, cupping her ass.

"Hey, that’s enough for the day, you know?" Belle said as she’s pouting, "We’ll have it next time."

But then, the door got opened and Arielle got startled. It’s a maid. From her memory, it’s Belle’s personal maid. Lyan’s girls all have their own personal maid, but the weird thing is not just that.

"I’ve made the tea you requested, Lady belle,"

The maid casually approached them and put the two cups of tea on the table, which Belle then giggled as it’s evident that the maid is staring right at Lyan’s slightly exposed huge rod despite still having half of it inside Xena.

"Hehehe, Mona, do you want to taste Lyan as well?"

The maid nodded, "Yes... I would love to."

"What is going on?" Arielle muttered under his breath.

Belle took the tea from the maid and drank a little, and then she put the cup on the table. She’s standing beside Xena who’s straddling Lyan.

"You know what to do, Mona," Belle said.

Mona then took off her clothes.

"Whoa! I’m impressed by the maid’s bravery," Arielle said.

Xena and Belle looked at each other, and then they laughed.

"Of course, all of the girls inside this castle are Lyan’s women! So everyone has the right to enjoy him as well!" Belle uttered with a beaming smile.

"Don’t tell me like an object," Lyan uttered.

Then Arielle that is peeking through could only think of one thing.

The womanizing rumor about Lyan, it’s not just because of him, but perhaps almost all of his girls are pushing him to have lots of women and intercourse with lots of women as well!

She then saw Xena standing up then went to another chair while trembling, then said.

"Sit down, sit down,"

"If you excuse me," The maid then sits on top of Lyan, and her face is completely flushed.

"It’s been a while, Milord. I’ve been waiting for this, Lady Althea would be pouting if she knew this," She giggled.

"Hey, hey, Mona, you’re going to take it all at once? That’s dangerous, you know?" Belle said as she held his shoulder.

"I’ve been waiting for a long time, Milady, I’ll take my chances,"

Mona then puts the tip of Lyan’s meat rod inside her.

"Ughhh... Huhh," Mona groaned, her body shuddering as Lyan’s thick shaft stretched her tight pussy.

"Careful, you don’t want to hurt yourself," Belle cautioned.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be fine," Mona assured, her hips rocking slowly, taking Lyan’s enormous length inch by inch.

"Hahhh..." she breathed, her eyes rolling back, her body trembling.

Arielle watched, mesmerized, her hand sliding into her pants, her fingers seeking out her moist heat. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, the way Mona’s body reacted, the way Lyan’s meat rod filled her completely, stretching her tight pussy.

"Mmh!?" Mona exclaimed in surprise as her lips got close by Lyan.

"It’ll help you adjust painlessly," He said as she held her body to have his thing fully inserted slowly.

Then the both of them kissed, and Mona’s body started to relax. Arielle’s eyes widen in shock. She can’t believe she was watching someone else having intercourse with lyan. She didn’t know if she should look away or keep watching. But the scene in front of her was so hot, she couldn’t stop herself from playing with her pussy.

Arielle had never seen anything so beautiful. Watching someone else experience pleasure was the hottest thing she had ever seen.

It was so sexy.

Arielle couldn’t take her eyes off them. She could see the pleasure on Mona’s face, the way her body reacted to Lyan’s huge cock. She felt her own pussy getting wetter. She couldn’t help it.

Then suddenly, Arielle came, and her juices once again squirted.

The kiss between Lyan and Mona ends, and then Mona starts to move.

"Uhhhh... Ahhhh..." Mona moaned, her hips rocking back and forth, her pussy clenching around Lyan’s cock, milking his juices.

"You feel so good..." Lyan groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his cock throbbing inside her.

"Ohhh... Ohhhh..." Mona gasped, her body shaking, her climax approaching.

Arielle bit her lip, 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 thing slamming into Mona.

"Mmmm..." Mona moaned, her head leaning back, her hips rocking forward. But she don’t want to stop the kiss yet, she stuck out her tongue and have her tongue intertwined with his just like Xena, perhaps she has been watching since the beginning.

Their kiss was long, their tongues swirling around each other. Arielle felt like she could watch them sex forever. Their bodies moved in sync, the pleasure written all over their faces.

"That’s it..." Lyan growled, his hands moving up Mona’s body, cupping her breasts.

"Ohhhh!" Mona moaned, her back arching, her nipples hardening under Lyan’s touch.

"Come for me," Lyan commanded, his fingers pinching her nipples.

"YES!" Mona screamed, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around his thing.

At the same time, Arielle also moaned as she once again cum.

For a number that she no longer counted.

"I-I’m getting crazy..."