CHAPTER 551: THE HUNTER’S CHALLENGE (3)

"Try again," he murmured, his scar glinting, his hands guiding her to her feet. Arielle lunged, her soft frame pressing against his, her cheek grazing his thing once more, the brush brush drawing a soft mmh! from her throat. Her spectacles fell to the grass with a thump, her eyes wide as she leaned in, her lips finding his thing again, the slrp slrp a fervent dance, her core pulsing with a wildfire of desire. Lyan’s low rumble echoed, his hand steadying her with a brush brush, his mmh! a quiet encouragement. "Enough practice," he said, his voice a velvet rumble, his dark eyes blazing. "Now, the spar you wanted."

Arielle’s breath caught, her thump thump heart a storm as Lyan guided her to the grass, her soft frame yielding, her cave exposed to the firelight, glistening like a hidden spring, the plug pulsing within her. "Rough... like them," she whispered, her voice a shy plea, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow. Lyan knelt before her, his thing proud and ready, his dark eyes a quiet storm. "Prepare for it," he said, his voice a low rumble that set her nerves alight. His thing entered her cave with a deep, forceful thrust, the slap slap sharp and relentless, a Slap! Slap! SLAP! that echoed like a storm’s roar, each impact a spark that set her core ablaze.

Arielle’s cry was a wild "AHH! YES!"—her voice a scholar’s hymn turned fierce, her soft frame arching against the grass, her eyes fluttering in bliss, her spectacles forgotten in the grass. The quelch quelch was a wet, primal pulse, a rhythm that matched the thump thump of her heart, her cave stretching to hold Lyan’s fierce rhythm. "HARDER! MY LORD!" she cried, her voice a raw spark, her hands gripping the grass with a scrunch scrunch, her soft curves trembling with a need that felt like a wildfire. 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.

Sigrid leaned in, her lips finding Lyan’s in a fierce kiss, the slrp slrp a hungry rhythm that drew a low mmh! from her throat, her blonde ponytail swaying, her blue eyes blazing. "Give it to her, My Lord Husband!" she growled between slrp slrp, her muscular frame pressed close, her hands gripping his shoulders with a scrunch scrunch. Lara knelt beside Arielle, her lips teasing Arielle’s peak with a slrp slrp that sent sparks through her core, her green eyes glinting with mischief, her red braid swaying, her mmh!

a soft hymn that wove into the slap slap. "Feel the fire, Stewardess Warrior," Lara teased, her voice a playful growl, her freckled nose crinkling.

Tara joined, her lips finding Lyan’s jewels, her slrp slrp a reverent dance that drew a rumble from his throat, her thyme-scented hair brushing his thigh with a rustle rustle, her brown eyes warm with devotion. "You’re ours, Arielle," she murmured between slrp slrp, her voice a soft spark that set Arielle’s heart alight. Arielle’s cries grew louder, a beastly "GRRRAH! MORE! MY HUSBAND!" that echoed through the clearing, her soft frame rocking with a force that seemed to shake the stars, the creak creak of her movements a primal rhythm as she pushed back against him, her cave a furnace of desire. The slap slap and quelch quelch wove together, a primal symphony that drowned out all else, her breath a ragged huff huff as she surrendered to the wildfire.

Sigrid pulled back from her kiss, her slrp slrp fading, her blue eyes blazing with approval. "Stronger, Stewardess Warrior!" she growled, her blonde ponytail swaying as she clapped, her clap clap a warrior’s cheer. Lara’s slrp slrp intensified, her lips teasing Arielle’s peak with a fervor that drew a sharp mmh! from Arielle’s throat, her green eyes flashing with delight. Tara’s slrp slrp continued, her fair cheeks flushed, her thyme-scented hair swaying as she pressed closer, her mmh! a soft hymn that wove into the slap slap. Arielle’s core trembled, the plug pulsing like a second heartbeat, her cave throbbing with a need that felt like a storm breaking, her scholar’s restraint burned away by the fire of their bond.

Lyan’s thrusts grew fiercer still, the slap slap a relentless Slap! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!, each sound a lightning bolt that seared the night, the quelch quelch a primal tide that drowned out all else. Arielle’s moans were beastly, a wild "FILL ME! GRRRAH!" that shook the clearing, her soft frame shuddering with a force that seemed to shake the pines, her hands clawing the grass with a scrunch scrunch. "HARDER! MY LORD!" she roared, her voice a scholar’s hymn turned primal, her eyes wide with bliss, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow. Lyan’s dark eyes blazed, his scar glinting as he complied, his thing driving deeper, the slap slap a storm that matched her fire, the quelch quelch a tide that carried them both to the edge.

Sigrid leaned in again, her lips capturing Lyan’s in a fierce slrp slrp, her blue eyes blazing, her blonde ponytail swaying as she growled, "She’s yours, My Lord Husband!" Lara’s slrp slrp

quickened, her lips teasing Arielle’s peak with a slrp slrp that sent sparks through her core, her green eyes glinting with mischief. "Burn with us, Arielle," she teased, her voice a playful spark. Tara’s slrp slrp continued, her thyme-scented hair brushing Lyan’s thigh with a rustle rustle, her brown eyes warm with devotion. "Always ours," she murmured, her voice a soft spark that set Arielle’s heart alight.

Arielle’s climax hit, a raw "FILL ME! YES!" that tore through the night, her soft 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, Arielle collapsing onto the grass with a thump, her breath a ragged huff huff, her eyes fluttering in bliss, her spectacles forgotten in the grass. "My Lord... you’re everything..." she murmured, her voice a soft whisper, her cheeks glowing in the firelight. Lyan leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a deep, searing kiss, the slrp slrp a fervent dance that echoed through the clearing, his scar glinting as he held her close, his mmh! a quiet vow.

Sigrid, Lara, and Tara gathered around, their laughter a bright chorus, their hands brushing Arielle’s shoulders with a brush brush, their eyes warm with welcome. "Stewardess Warrior," Sigrid growled, her blue eyes sparkling, her blonde ponytail swaying as she clapped, her clap clap a warrior’s cheer. "One of us," Lara teased, her green eyes flashing, her red braid glinting as she grinned, her freckled nose crinkling. "Always," Tara murmured, her thyme-scented hair swaying, her brown eyes soft with warmth, her fair cheeks flushed with the night’s fire.

Arielle’s heart swelled, her core still humming, the plug a warm anchor that tethered her to this moment, this family of fire and starlight. She lay on the grass, her soft frame glowing in the firelight, her breath a contented huff huff as she looked up at Lyan, his dark eyes a quiet storm, his scar glinting like a promise. The mountain women knelt beside her, their bare forms radiant, their laughter a chorus that wove into the night’s rhythm, the tick tick of the acid ants a distant hum, the fire’s crackle crackle a steady heartbeat. I’m theirs, Arielle thought, her scholar’s mind finding peace in the chaos of desire, her heart full of the wildfire that bound them together.

Lyan’s hand brushed her cheek with a brush brush, his half-smile a vow that sent a shiver through her core. "You fought well, Stewardess Warrior," he said, his voice a low rumble, his dark eyes warm with pride. Arielle’s cheeks flushed, her thump thump heart a steady rhythm as she nodded, her lips curving in a shy smile. "I learned from the best," she whispered, her voice a soft spark, her eyes meeting Sigrid’s, Lara’s, and Tara’s, their laughter a bright chorus that filled the clearing with warmth.

Sigrid clapped once more, her clap clap ringing through the night, her blue eyes blazing with approval. "You’re a warrior now, Arielle," she growled, her blonde ponytail swaying, her muscular frame taut with excitement. Lara’s green eyes flashed, her red braid glinting as she leaned in, her freckled nose crinkling. "Keep burning, Stewardess Warrior," she teased, her voice a playful spark. Tara’s brown eyes softened, her thyme-scented hair swaying as she reached out, her hand brushing Arielle’s with a brush brush. "You’re home," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper, her fair cheeks glowing in the firelight.

The firelight danced across their bare forms, the clearing alive with the heat of their bond, the slap slap and slrp slrp of their spar fading into the night’s rhythm, the quelch quelch a memory that lingered like a vow. Arielle’s core hummed, the plug a warm anchor, her cave still throbbing with the aftershocks of their fire. This is my place, she thought, her scholar’s mind weaving a new ledger, one of fire and starlight, of strength and passion, of a family forged in the heat of the night. The stars above glittered, the pines whispered with a rustle rustle, and the group’s laughter wove a tapestry of warmth, their bond a flame that would burn through any storm.