Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love

Chapter 190 The Bordering Village (4) Passionate Winter

Chapter 190 The Bordering Village (4) Passionate Winter

Lyan could feel his heart racing as he met her intense gaze. He knew exactly what she wanted, and he felt a rush of excitement at the thought of fulfilling her desires. Aisha's hand still covered his mouth, but he could feel the heat emanating from her skin, sending shivers down his spine. The accumulated lust inside him had been triggered, igniting the flame inside him.

Without hesitation, Lyan grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, pressing his lips onto hers. He could feel her body respond to his touch, her lips parting as she allowed him to deepen the kiss. Their tongues entwined, exploring each other's mouths as they lost themselves in the moment.

As they broke the kiss, Aisha's eyes were filled with desire, and Lyan knew he had to take control.

Without a word, Lyan took a step closer to Aisha, his eyes locked onto hers. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, the scent of her perfume filling his senses. Slowly, he reached out and ran a hand through her hair, savoring the softness of it as it flowed through his fingers.

Aisha let out a soft moan as Lyan's hand traveled down her neck, his fingers tracing the outline of her collarbone. She leaned into him, her body pressing against his as she tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him.

Lyan's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that made Aisha shiver with desire. He could feel her hands in his hair, pulling him closer as he nipped at her skin, leaving marks that would remind her of this moment for days to come.

He lifted her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the nearest bed inside the room she pointed. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he crawled up her body, his lips tracing a path over her skin.

Aisha's breath came in short gasps as Lyan's hands roamed over her body, finding every sensitive spot and exploiting it to the fullest. She felt like she was on fire, her body burning with need as Lyan's lips found hers.

He gently pushed her towards the bed, watching as she crawled onto it, her eyes never leaving his.

Lyan approached her slowly, his hands reaching for the hem of her shirt. He lifted it over her head, revealing her perfect breasts, perky and round, with small pink nipples that were already erect with desire. He leaned down and took one of them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, eliciting a moan from Aisha.

As he continued to worship her breasts, his hand traveled down her body, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her long, shapely legs. Aisha gasped as Lyan's fingers brushed against her panties, feeling the heat emanating from her core.

Lyan looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. He knew he would not be able to last much longer. "Aisha." His voice was hoarse; he needed her now.

She nodded and moved backwards, allowing him access to her dripping cave. Lyan wasted no time sliding one finger deep into her tight depths, enjoying the way her inner walls clung to his digits. With his free hand, he reached for his belt buckle and undid it, shoving his trousers and underwear down his legs and kicking them off.

When Lyan was finally naked, he climbed on top of her, spreading her thighs wide open and planting a kiss between them. Aisha moaned softly at the sensation of his warm lips caressing her most intimate area, her breath coming out in short gasps.

"Oh, gods…" She groaned, arching her back.

Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against Lyan's crotch as she tried to force herself on him. Her need was almost overwhelming, and she didn't want to wait any longer.

Lyan smiled, kissing her inner thigh again before moving up her body. He kissed her lips as they parted, giving her another taste of his tongue, which made her gasp.

His hands cupped her breasts, massaging them as he brought his lips down to her neck. He flicked his tongue across her skin, sending chills through her body.

Lyan's hands slid down her stomach, his fingers trailing over her hip bones, then along her thighs, caressing her smooth skin.

Aisha shuddered as Lyan's fingers delved into her, slipping under her panties. She arched her hips upward, meeting each thrust of his fingers as they explored her hot, wet channel. Lyan's fingers moved faster, causing Aisha to cry out, her pleasure building quickly.

Lyan paused, looking up at Aisha's face. He watched her eyes roll back in her head, saw how her muscles tightened, and bit his lip in anticipation. The tip of his finger slipped inside her, stretching her passage. As he felt her tighten around him, he pressed forward, pushing deeper and deeper until he buried himself completely within her.

The room was silent except for their heavy breathing. Aisha stared up at him, her expression one of complete bliss.

Lyan smiled and pulled back, withdrawing his fingers from her body. He removed her panties with his other hand, tossing them to the side. His gaze dropped to her beautiful forest, watching the moisture drip down her inner thighs. His cock throbbed painfully, but he held himself back, wanting to savor this moment.

He pushed Aisha backward, laying her out on the bed. He climbed onto the mattress, straddling her body, his erection still thick and hard.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," he breathed, his voice husky.

Aisha nodded, closing her eyes for a brief moment. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, then opened her eyes again, staring up at him.

Lyan leaned down, his lips brushing hers. His hands slid down her arms, caressing her soft skin. When he lifted his head, he smiled at her, his eyes dark with lust.

Aisha grinned up at him and gripped his shoulders. "Are you ready?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

Lyan nodded. "Yes."

She rolled her hips, rubbing herself against his erection. But as she focused on the warmth of his erection, she finally realized the strange thing.

(I-It's huge!! C-Could this thing even enter me safely...?) (Aisha)

Aisha looked up at him, worry clouding her mind.

Lyan chuckled. "Relax, Aisha. It will fit."

His words calmed her nerves just a little.

As Lyan spoke, Aisha reached between them, grasping his shaft. She gave it a few strokes, trying to get used to its size.

(No way! This is my first time here. I don't know what to expect!)

This was her first time having sex with another woman, though she'd been kissed before by men. Aisha felt embarrassed at the thought of her inexperience, but she knew better than to let Lyan see that. That would only make it worse.

So instead, she grew bolder and began stroking him, squeezing gently at his girth. Her eyes widened as she felt him swell beneath her touch.

Lyan watched her face as she explored his length. The sight made him grow harder still, and soon he was fully erect, rising up to meet her hand.

"You're very beautiful," he said.

Aisha blushed.

"But I want to enjoy you thoroughly," he added.

Her cheeks burned redder.

Lyan shifted, sliding off of her body and sitting next to her. He tugged her close, his arm around her shoulders as he drew her into his lap.

Aisha felt self-conscious, but she didn't let go.

"Tell me, Aisha," he murmured. "What do you like? What pleases you?"

His question took her aback. She had never been asked that before.

It's not just an empty question, Lyan knows about his thing's size, and since he has no place to unleash his desires along the journey, his thing is very raring to go and is very menacing, especially for Aisha that seems to be still a virgin. With his experience, Lyan knows that he needs to relax her even further.

"Well..." she stammered. "I love to kiss. And being touched all over."

Lyan smiled. "That sounds wonderful."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her softly.

Aisha gasped, surprised at how gentle his kisses were.

They broke apart after a moment, smiling at each other.

Lyan trailed kisses along her neck, nibbling at her skin. He pulled back and stared at her face, his gaze heated.

"Would you like to go further?" he whispered.

Aisha nodded.

Lyan slid his lips to her jawline, nipping at her earlobe.

Aisha shivered, her eyes closed tight. She slipped her hands through his hair, drawing him closer.

When they broke apart, he looked down at her. "I'll be gentle," he promised.

Aisha nodded.

Lyan pushed himself up onto his knees, taking her lips in a slow, deep kiss. His tongue teased her mouth, slipping past her lips until it found hers. They shared a long, sensual kiss while his hands roamed over her body.

Aisha whimpered, her fingers threading into his hair. She moaned softly as he slid his hands down to cup her breasts.

"Your nipples are so sensitive," he murmured.

Aisha nodded, biting her lip.

Lyan curled his fingers around her breasts, giving them firm squeezes. Their stiff peaks stood out from her soft flesh, and Lyan bent forward, capturing one nipple between his lips, sucking on it lightly. It quickly became hard against his tongue. He gave her other breast the same treatment before moving down her body, his lips trailing kisses down her stomach.

"Oh, gods!" Aisha cried when he moved lower, pressing kisses to her mound.

The feeling of his warm breath on her exposed pussy sent a thrill through her, and she wriggled, moaning as he licked her slit.

Lyan paused when he reached her clit, licking slowly up to her bud before flicking it with his tongue.

Aisha cried out and bit her lip, shuddering as Lyan sucked on her clit again. Her thighs trembled, and she squeezed them tightly together, trying to keep control.

"Please, Lyan," she begged. "Don't tease me."

"You're so sensitive," he said, stroking his hand along her thigh. "I can't help myself."

He kissed his way up her thigh, then moved back down to her pussy. Lying flat on his belly, he spread her legs open and dipped his head between her thighs. His tongue teased her folds, tasting her sweet juices as she spread her legs wider for him.

Lyan ran his tongue along the length of her slit, teasing her clit.

Aisha gasped. "God, that feels good."

Lyan's tongue continued to flick across her clit, sending a wave of pleasure washing over her. She moaned and writhed beneath him, pulling her knees up to her chest.

His tongue circled her clit, rubbing it gently. She closed her eyes, letting herself drift into that warm, delicious bliss.

She tensed when she felt something hard press against her entrance.

"Can I?" (Lyan)

"Yes... Please..." Aisha replied in a shaky voice.

Lyan pressed himself against her, pushing into her slick warmth.

Her eyes widened as he entered her fully, filling her completely.

Aisha let out a cry, her shoulders shaking as she gripped the edge of the bed.

Lyan held her close, kissing her lips and neck, whispering reassurances against her ear.

Aisha sighed and melted against him. "It's okay."

"I just want to make sure you're ready."

"I'm fine," she said, kissing his cheek. "Love me well,"