CHAPTER 549: THE HUNTER’S CHALLENGE (1)

Lara and Sigrid stirred, their half-conscious haze lifting as they propped themselves up, their eyes glinting in the firelight. Lara’s red braid swayed like a flame caught in a breeze, her green eyes flashing with renewed hunger as she took in Lyan’s form, his thing still standing proud and tall, glistening in the firelight like a blade fresh from the forge. Sigrid’s blue eyes sparked, her blonde ponytail swaying as she leaned forward, her muscular frame taut with anticipation, her fur-lined vest creaking with a faint creak creak. "You can... do more..." Sigrid murmured, her voice a low rumble, a warrior’s challenge laced with a plea that sent a shiver through Arielle’s core, her spectacles fogging as she peered from the tent’s shadow, the plug pulsing within her like a second heartbeat.

Arielle’s breath caught, her heart thudding with a thump thump as she watched, her scholar’s hands trembling against the tent flap. They’re insatiable, she thought, her core tightening with a mix of awe and envy, the memory of Lyan’s touch—slap slap, quelch quelch—still vivid in her mind. The plug, a discreet secret from Grafen, thrummed warmly, tethering her to him even as her body burned with a need she couldn’t name. Sigrid’s muscular frame shifted, her fingers digging into the loamy earth with a scrunch scrunch, her blue eyes locked on Lyan, her lips parted in a hungry smile. "More, My Lord Husband," she said, her voice husky, a beast’s growl wrapped in devotion. "Rougher... please..."

Lyan’s half-smile bloomed, his scar glinting silver in the firelight, his dark eyes pools of quiet intensity. "Prepare for it," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a spark through Arielle’s veins, her thighs clenching as the plug pulsed. He knelt behind Sigrid, guiding her to all fours, her muscular frame braced like a mountain against a storm, her blonde ponytail spilling across her back like a golden cascade. Her vest creaked with a creak creak as she arched, her blue eyes blazing with anticipation, her breath a ragged huff huff. Lyan’s thing, proud and unyielding, entered her cave with a deep, forceful thrust, the slap slap sharp and relentless, a Slap! Slap! SLAP! that echoed through the clearing like a war drum, each impact a thunderclap that set Arielle’s nerves alight.

Sigrid’s cry tore through the night—"AHHNN! ROUGHER! MY CHIEF! MY BEAST!"—her voice a primal roar, a beast’s hymn that shook the stars, her muscular frame shuddering with each slap slap. The quelch quelch was a wet, urgent pulse, a rhythm that matched the thump thump of Arielle’s heart, her fingers brushing her own cave through the damp silk of her undergarments, a tentative shlick shlick that sent sparks through her core. She’s alive with it, Arielle thought, her spectacles slipping as Sigrid’s blue eyes rolled back, her lips parted in a silent scream, her ponytail swaying like a banner with each Slap! SLAP!. "HARDER! FILL ME!" Sigrid bellowed, her voice a growl that seemed to rumble the earth, her fingers clawing the ground with a scrunch scrunch, her cave stretching to hold Lyan’s relentless rhythm.

Lyan complied, his thrusts growing fiercer, the slap slap a storm of Slap! Slap! SLAP! SLAP!, each sound a lightning bolt that seared the night, the quelch quelch a primal tide that drowned out all else. Sigrid’s moans were beastly, a wild "GRRRAH! MORE! MY HUSBAND!" that echoed like a wolf’s howl, her muscular frame rocking with a force that seemed to shake the pines, her vest creaking with a creak creak

as she pushed back against him, her core a furnace of desire. Arielle’s own touch quickened, her shlick shlick a desperate echo, her core throbbing with a need that felt like a wildfire consuming her ledger-bound restraint. She’s a storm, Arielle thought, her breath a ragged huff huff, the plug pulsing in time with Sigrid’s cries, tethering her to this primal dance.

Lara and Tara watched from the side, their eyes wide in the firelight, their breaths soft huff huff as they leaned against the smooth stone where Lara had lain moments before. Lara’s red braid glinted like a flame, her green eyes flashing with a hunter’s hunger, her lean frame taut with anticipation. Tara’s fair skin glowed like moonlight, her thyme-scented hair swaying as she bit her lip, her brown eyes warm with awe and desire. "He’s unstoppable," Lara whispered, her voice a sharp spark, her freckled nose crinkling as she leaned closer, her leather armor creaking with a faint creak creak. Tara nodded, her fingers twitching with a rustle rustle against her tunic, her breath a soft "Mmh..." as she watched Sigrid’s wild surrender.

Lara moved first, her green eyes glinting as she slid beneath Lyan, her red braid a fiery streak against the grass. Her lips found his jewels, her tongue swirling with a soft slrp slrp that drew a low rumble from Lyan’s throat, his thrusts never faltering, the slap slap a relentless Slap! SLAP!. "Lara..." he murmured, his voice thick with heat, his scar glinting as he glanced down, her freckled face flushed with mischief. Her slrp slrp was deliberate, a reverent dance that matched the quelch quelch of Sigrid’s cave, her lean frame pressing closer, her hands gripping his thighs with a scrunch scrunch. "Keep going, Chief Husband," Lara teased between slrp slrp, her voice a playful growl, her green eyes blazing with delight.

Tara, emboldened, rose to her knees, her fair cheeks flushed a soft rose, her thyme-scented hair brushing Lyan’s shoulder as she leaned in. Her lips captured his in a fierce, hungry kiss, the slrp slrp a wet, urgent rhythm that drowned out Sigrid’s roars, her slender frame trembling as she pressed closer, her mmh! muffled against his mouth. "Mmh... Chief Husband..." she gasped between slrp slrp, her brown eyes half-closed in bliss, her hands tangling in his hair with a rustle rustle. Lyan’s hand found her peak, teasing the tip through her tunic with a pinch pinch that drew a sharp mmh!, her thighs quivering as she leaned into the kiss, the slrp slrp a fervent dance that wove into the slap slap and quelch quelch of Sigrid’s wild rhythm.

Arielle’s core tightened, her shlick shlick

a frantic pulse against the damp silk, her spectacles fogging as she watched, her breath a ragged huff huff. They’re all his, she thought, her heart aching with envy and awe, the plug pulsing like a second heartbeat, tethering her to this wildfire of desire. Sigrid’s cries peaked, a raw "FILL ME! GRRRAH!" that shook the clearing, her muscular frame shuddering as her cave clenched around Lyan’s thing, the quelch quelch a triumphant tide as her belly swelled slightly, holding every drop. The slap slap slowed, then stilled, Sigrid collapsing onto the grass with a thump, her blonde ponytail splayed like a golden banner, her blue eyes heavy with bliss, her huff huff a contented sigh. "My Lord Husband... perfect..." she murmured, her voice a husky growl, her vest creaking faintly as she caught her breath.

Lyan eased back, his thing still proud, glistening in the firelight like a warrior’s vow. Lara pulled back from her slrp slrp, her green eyes glinting with mischief as she crawled to the stone, her red braid swaying like a flame. "My turn, Chief Husband," she said, her voice bold, a hunter’s challenge laced with hunger. She lay back, raising her legs and parting them, her cave exposed to the firelight, glistening like a secret unveiled, her leather armor creaking with a creak creak as she shifted, her freckled nose crinkling with a smile. "Rough... like hers," she added, her green eyes blazing, her breath a sharp huff huff. Lyan knelt before her, his scar glinting, his dark eyes a quiet storm. "Prepare for it," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver through Arielle’s core, her shlick shlick quickening as she watched.

Lyan’s thing entered Lara’s cave with a deep, forceful thrust, the slap slap sharp and relentless, a Slap! Slap! SLAP! that echoed like a battle cry, each impact a spark that set the night ablaze. Lara’s cry was a wild "AHH! YES! ROUGHER!"—her voice a hawk’s scream, her lean frame arching against the stone, her red braid splayed like a fiery halo, her green eyes wide with bliss. The quelch quelch was a wet, primal pulse, a rhythm that matched the thump thump of Arielle’s heart, her own shlick shlick a desperate echo as she watched, her core throbbing with a need that felt like a storm breaking. "HARDER! CHIEF HUSBAND!" Lara roared, her hands gripping the stone with a scrunch scrunch, her freckles stark against her flushed skin, her cave stretching to hold Lyan’s fierce rhythm.

Lyan’s thrusts grew fiercer, the slap slap a storm of Slap! SLAP! SLAP!, each sound a thunderclap that seared the night, the quelch quelch a tide that drowned out all else. Lara’s moans were beastly, a wild "GRRRAH! MORE! MY HUNTER!" that echoed through the pines, her lean frame rocking with a force that seemed to shake the stars, her armor creaking with a creak creak as she pushed back against him, her core a furnace of desire. Tara leaned in, her lips finding Lyan’s again, the slrp slrp a hungry rhythm that drew a low mmh! from her throat, her thyme-scented hair brushing his cheek with a rustle rustle. Her hands teased her own peak, a pinch pinch that made her fair cheeks flush deeper, her brown eyes half-closed in bliss, her mmh! a soft hymn that wove into the slap slap and quelch quelch.