Chapter 468: The Cellar’s Heat (End)
"AAAAHHHHHHHH...! LYANNNNN...! TOO MUCH...! TOO FULL...! AHHHHH!"
Xena’s wild, desperate scream filled the room, her body trembling violently, her emerald eyes rolling back, vision swallowed by a white-hot storm. Her entire body quaked, her thighs clamping tight around Lyan, her nails raking across his back, leaving faint, reddened trails. Her lips hung open, breathless, shuddering gasps spilling forth—each exhale a whimper, each inhale a desperate plea.
But Lyan didn’t stop.
His thick, still-pulsing length withdrew, leaving her trembling, a slick, molten warmth trickling down her inner thighs. And then, without a pause, he surged forward again—this time into Ravia. His thick, scalding heat buried deep within her, flooding her slick, convulsing walls. The heat was overwhelming, a searing wave of molten ecstasy that crashed through her senses.
"LYANNN...! AHHHHHH... YES... YES... YES...! AHHHHH...!"
Ravia’s voice broke into a wild, breathless wail, her entire body spasming, her dark eyes wide, her head thrown back as the pleasure crashed through her like a thunderstorm. Her slick, trembling walls clenched around him, milking every last, burning pulse of his release, the thick, molten seed overflowing, spilling in thick rivulets that traced fiery trails down her trembling thighs.
Warmth pooled between them, hot and slick, dripping onto the cushions beneath them. The heady scent of their mingled passion filled the air, a sultry, intoxicating perfume that seemed to cling to their skin. The low glow of lantern light danced across their sweat-slick bodies, shadows rippling over their heaving chests and flushed cheeks.
Lyan’s breath came heavy, his powerful chest rising and falling, his storm-gray eyes smoldering with lingering hunger. His fingers tightened around their trembling thighs, feeling the soft, quivering flesh beneath his touch. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips, and he leaned down, his heated breath ghosting over their ears.
"Perfect..." he whispered, his voice a low, husky rumble, each syllable dripping with dark satisfaction. "The both of you... perfect..."
Xena’s dazed, emerald eyes fluttered, her lips parting in a weak, breathless smile. Her fiery orange hair clung to her damp forehead, her slender body still quivering, heat simmering beneath her flushed skin. "Lyan... you... you can do... whatever you want... with us... Anything... anytime..."
Her voice was a breathless, desperate promise, and the wild, smoldering hunger in her gaze spoke volumes.