Chapter 488: The Fun in The Woods (2)
Raine turned, silver hair shimmering in the misty moonlight, her smile lingering even as she disappeared into the trees. But her warmth, her taste, her desperate, whispered cries—they all remained, seared into Lyan’s memory.
"So why are you here, Belle?" Lyan’s voice cut through the mist, his tone calm but sharp. His storm-gray eyes turned toward the shadows, and there, stepping gracefully into the moonlight, appeared Belle. The silver glow bathed her figure, tracing the elegant curves beneath her emerald cloak, her long purplish-pink hair cascading in gentle waves over her shoulders. The moonlight seemed to enhance her beauty, her emerald eyes catching the silver glow with a soft, enchanting sparkle.
Belle giggled, a light, melodic sound that seemed to dance on the mist. Her cheeks were flushed, and her fingers shimmered slightly with a faint wet sheen—clear evidence she had been watching them from the beginning. "I was just... observing. Couldn’t help myself. It was quite the show."
Lyan sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You’re incorrigible."
She stepped closer, each movement like a slow, sensual glide. "Was that... Raine?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of mischief.
"Yes," Lyan replied simply, his gaze steady on her. "She was here."
Belle’s smile softened, but a faint flicker of concern crossed her features. "I can’t help but worry about Alina and the others. But they’re strong... I’m sure they’re fine." Her fingers absentmindedly brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, her gaze shifting to the mist-shrouded forest. "But will the mountain tribes really hear them?"
Lyan’s expression grew serious. "They should. Lara, Tara, and Sigrid are there too, representing me as the great chief’s mistresses—whatever those mountain tribes call them. It should be fine. But I still worry."
Belle’s lips curved into a gentle, reassuring smile, and she stepped closer, reaching out to touch his cheek. "They’ll be fine. You always choose capable women... and they’ve chosen you, too." Her voice grew softer. "But still..."
Her expression shifted, her pout playful yet tinged with a hint of longing. "It’s unfair, you know... you’ve had your fun with Ravia, Xena, Madam Josephine, Wilhelmina, Alice... and now even Raine. And yet... here I am, untouched and neglected."
Lyan chuckled, a low, warm sound that sent a shiver through Belle. He reached out, his hand smoothly sliding around her waist, his fingers gripping one of her bountiful, round buttocks, squeezing with a teasing pressure. "I’m sorry, okay?" he whispered, his tone both sincere and teasing. "I never intended to neglect you."