CHAPTER 535: SCHEMES AND CELEBRATION (3)

"Now time for next step heheheh"

The steam wove a thick veil, curling through the bath chamber like a living thing, turning candlelight into a molten haze that softened edges until the world was only heat, shadow, and pulse. The marble lip of the bath, cool against Lyan’s spine, anchored him as the rhythm of their bodies surged, a tide that owned them all. Josephine’s hand, bold and unyielding, gripped the swell of him, her fingers sparking fire where they moved—slow at first, then faster, a cadence that matched the quickening of her breath. "Wow, it’s like holding a log," she teased, her voice a husky laugh, her tongue flicking against the tip, tasting the salt and heat of him. The pulse beneath her touch thrummed harder, a river rising under her command, throbbing with a need that echoed in her own core.

Arielle’s eyes, wide with awe and hunger, locked onto Lyan’s, a silent question burning in their depths. He nodded, a quiet vow sealed in the steam’s embrace, his gaze steady as a promise. Her lips, tentative but ravenous, brushed the length of him, mimicking Josephine’s rhythm with a scholar’s precision but a lover’s fire. Her tongue traced the same path, hesitant only for a heartbeat before plunging into boldness, meeting Josephine’s at the tip in a fleeting, electric clash. "Slrp!" The wet, hungry sound of their mouths filled the air, a shared secret that sent heat spiraling through Lyan’s veins. His hips bucked, a low growl tearing from his throat—"Nnh, damn..."—as their tongues danced, a tangle of warmth and want that threatened to unravel him.

Josephine took him deeper, her mouth a searing glide, slow and deliberate, savoring the weight of him against her tongue. "Mm...!" Her eyes fluttered shut, bliss curling her lips as she moved, letting him slide deep, then pulling back with a teasing slowness that made him groan. Arielle, watching with a hunger she couldn’t hide, kissed along the shaft, her hands roaming his thighs, her breath hot and ragged. Her own need pulsed, a liquid ache between her thighs, and her fingers slipped there, stroking herself with a desperate moan—"MMHH... AAHH!"—that vibrated against him, making his breath catch in his chest.

"Oh?~" Josephine’s voice was a sultry tease as she paused, lips glistening, watching Arielle’s fingers move with brazen intent. "Does our little stewardess want to be fucked?" The words were playful but laced with fire, her eyes burning with the same need that trembled in Arielle’s touch.

"YES... PLEASE!" Arielle’s cry was raw, her cheeks flushed crimson, her fingers pressing harder, faster, as she bit her lip to stifle another moan. "I NEED IT...!"

"Me too." Josephine’s giggle was a spark, bright and unapologetic, igniting the air. She glanced at Wilhelmina, still resting against Lyan’s shoulder, her expression a careful mask over a pulse that betrayed her. "What about you, commander?"

Wilhelmina’s gaze flickered, the pulse at her throat a rapid drumbeat beneath her iron calm. "This is not my expertise," she said, voice steady but softer, fraying at the edges with unspoken want.

"Nope. We’re all in this." Josephine’s grin was a dare, her hands tugging Wilhelmina to her feet, pulling her into the circle of steam and fire. "Just be here." Her lips brushed Wilhelmina’s neck, a searing kiss that carried the scent of mint and wine, drawing a faint tremor from the commander. "Alright..." Wilhelmina murmured, her voice a quiet surrender, her body leaning into the touch as if drawn by a tide.

"GREAT!" Josephine’s squeal was pure, wicked glee. She pressed herself against Wilhelmina, their bodies brushing—nipples grazing, breath tangling—and kissed her deeply, tongues clashing in a fierce, hungry dance. "Slrp! Mmh!" The sound was wet, raw, a vow sealed in the steam’s golden haze.

Arielle, emboldened, climbed into Lyan’s lap, straddling his hips with a trembling urgency. "I’ve... never done this before," she whispered, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body quivering with anticipation and need.

"Neither have I," Lyan said, his smile warm, grounding, but burning with the same fire that lit her eyes. "Just follow my lead." He kissed her, slow and ravenous, tasting the vanilla cream still lingering on her lips, now spiked with the salt of her desire. Her breath hitched, and she pressed closer, her body aligning with his, a perfect fit in the steam’s embrace.

He guided himself to her entrance, easing inside with a care that belied the hunger in his touch. Arielle gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her, her warmth tight and welcoming, a pulse that matched the rhythm of their kiss. "OOOHH, FUCK...!" she cried, clinging to him, her body stretching to take him, her moan—"MNH! AAHH!"—melting into his mouth as their tongues tangled, a wet, desperate "slrp!" marking the moment. Her hips rocked, instinctive, chasing the heat that bloomed where he pressed deep.

Josephine, watching with a predator’s grin, leaned in, her lips finding Arielle’s neck, then her ear, nipping with a teasing heat. "Look at you, scholar," she purred, her voice a tease wrapped in fire. She kissed Arielle’s shoulder, then Lyan’s, her tongue flicking out to taste them both. "Slrp! MMH!" Her hand slid to Wilhelmina’s waist, pulling her closer, and she kissed her again, deep and unhurried, their tongues weaving a rhythm that echoed the pulse of the room, a hungry "slrp!" filling the air.

Wilhelmina, caught in the tide, let her hands wander—first to Josephine’s hip, then to Lyan’s chest, her fingers tracing muscle with a commander’s precision but a lover’s heat. She kissed Lyan, her lips firm, deliberate, tasting of peppermint and steel, now softened by want. "MM..." she breathed, her tongue brushing his, a quiet challenge that turned ravenous. He met it, deepening the kiss, his hand finding the curve of her spine, feeling the tremor beneath her skin. "Slrp!" Her breath hitched, a rare softness breaking through her iron as she pressed closer.

Arielle’s hips moved faster now, a frantic grind that matched the rhythm of their kisses. Lyan’s hands guided her, steady but not controlling, letting her set the pace as her moans grew louder—"MNH! AAHH! PLEASE!"—each one swallowed by his mouth, their tongues playing in a dance that was both tender and fierce. Josephine, never content to watch, kissed her way down Arielle’s back, her lips leaving a trail of fire, then returned to Lyan, stealing a kiss that was all teeth and laughter. "MMH! Slrp!" Her tongue clashed with his, a playful battle that sent heat spiraling through them all.

Wilhelmina shifted, kneeling beside them, her hands framing Lyan’s face as she kissed him again, deeper, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips with a quiet command. "Stay with us," she murmured, her voice rough with need, and he nodded, his breath ragged. She turned to Arielle, kissing her softly, their tongues meeting in a gentle glide—"slrp!"—that made Arielle shiver and press harder against Lyan, her cry—"AAHH!"—muffled by Wilhelmina’s mouth.

The rhythm built, a tide that swept them all. Arielle’s movements grew desperate, her body trembling as she chased the heat pooling inside her. Lyan’s hands steadied her, his own breath uneven as he felt her tighten around him, her warmth a pulse that drove him to the edge. Josephine, restless, kissed her way across Lyan’s chest, then Arielle’s, her tongue flicking against sensitive skin, drawing gasps—"MNH! OH!"—from both. Wilhelmina, quieter but no less fierce, kissed Lyan’s jaw, then Josephine’s shoulder, her lips a steady anchor in the spiraling heat. "Slrp! MM..."

Arielle’s cry came first, a raw, shattering—"MMHHH!!!"—as the wave broke, her body shuddering against Lyan’s, her warmth clenching around him. His mouth found hers, muffling the sound, his tongue sucking at hers with a fierce hunger, drawing out the moment. "Slrp! MNH!" Her forehead rested against his, her breath a trembling map of release as she gasped, "OH... FUCK..." He murmured, "It’s alright..." his voice a soft tether, holding her through the aftershocks as her body quaked.

Josephine, grinning with wicked delight, tugged at Lyan’s hand. "My turn!" she declared, her voice husky with want as she straddled him, her movements bold, unapologetic. She guided him inside with a moan that was half-laugh, half-plea—"MMH! YES!"—her hips setting a rhythm that was all fire and mirth. He kissed her, hard and hungry, their tongues tangling in a fierce, wet dance—"slrp! MMH!"—as she moved against him, her warmth a tight, pulsing grip that made him groan. Arielle, still breathless, kissed Josephine’s neck, her lips soft and exploratory, drawing a shiver—"AAHH!"—from the jester.

Wilhelmina watched, her eyes dark with unspoken hunger. Lyan reached for her, pulling her into a kiss that was slow and deliberate, tasting the peppermint of her resolve now molten with desire. "MM..." she sighed, her tongue tracing his, a quiet surrender that felt like a victory. "Slrp!" Josephine, caught in her own rhythm, leaned in to kiss Wilhelmina, their lips brushing, tongues clashing—"slrp! MNH!"—in a moment that was both challenge and invitation, their moans mingling in the steam.

Josephine’s pace quickened, her hips grinding with a desperate urgency, her moans louder—"MMHHH!!! OH, FUCK!"—as she reached her peak, her body tightening around Lyan in a shuddering release. His mouth caught hers, muffling the cry, his tongue devouring hers in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. "Slrp! AAHH!" She laughed, breathless, collapsing against his chest, her voice a trembling giggle. "It’s alright..." he murmured, his hand stroking her back, grounding her as her breath steadied.

Wilhelmina, last but not least, moved with a commander’s precision, straddling him with a quiet intensity that burned like a banked fire. "Your turn," Lyan said, his voice rough but gentle, his hands steady at her hips. She nodded, her lips finding his in a kiss that was both command and plea—"MM..."—her tongue tracing his, slow and deliberate, a dance that spoke of control giving way to raw need. "Slrp!" Her movements were measured, each one a step in a rhythm she set, her warmth taking him in with a quiet certainty that made his breath catch.

Arielle and Josephine, still flushed, kissed her shoulders, her neck, their lips leaving trails of fire. "Slrp! MNH!" Their tongues met Wilhelmina’s skin, drawing soft sighs—"AAHH!"—from the commander as she moved against Lyan. His hands guided her, steady but not controlling, letting her lead as her breath quickened, her moans growing—"MNH... MMHHH!!!"—as the wave crashed, her body trembling against his in a release that shook her iron core. His mouth found hers, muffling the cry, their tongues playing in a fierce, devouring dance—"slrp! MMH!"—that left them both breathless.

"It’s alright..." he whispered, his voice a quiet anchor, holding her through the tide as her body quaked, her forehead resting against his.

The steam draped them like a cloak, their bodies a tangle of limbs and breath, the candlelight casting gold across sweat-slicked skin. Josephine sprawled across Lyan’s chest, her laughter soft and drowsy, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his collarbone. "That was... so godly good..." she murmured, her voice a lazy grin, her lips brushing his shoulder in a soft "mmh." Arielle, tucked against his side, kissed the crescent mark she’d left on his shoulder, her lips lingering—"MNH"—her breath a contented sigh. Wilhelmina, her cheek against his, pressed a final kiss to his jaw—"MM..."—her hand resting over his heart, counting its steady beat.

The rhythm slowed, but the heat remained, a pulse that bound them in the quiet. Their kisses continued, softer now, a gentle weaving of lips and tongues. Josephine nipped at Lyan’s ear, a playful "slrp!" that made him chuckle, then kissed Arielle’s cheek, her tongue flicking out—"MNH!"—to tease a laugh from the scholar. Arielle, emboldened, kissed Wilhelmina’s shoulder, her lips soft and reverent—"mmh"—drawing a rare, quiet smile from the commander. Wilhelmina, in turn, kissed Lyan’s temple, her tongue brushing the skin—"slrp!"—a gesture that felt like a vow renewed.

Their tongues played, not with the urgency of before but with a lingering passion, each touch a note in a song they’d written together. "Slrp! MMH!" The sounds filled the air, soft and wet, a chorus of want and contentment. Josephine’s tongue tangled with Arielle’s in a playful dance, their laughter mingling—"AAHH!"—as they broke apart, breathless. Wilhelmina, quieter, kissed Lyan’s lips, her tongue tracing his with a slow, deliberate heat—"MM..."—that made his heart stutter. Arielle joined, her tongue meeting theirs in a gentle glide—"slrp!"—that sealed the moment.