The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 12
Seated on the bed, Lysian crossed her legs slowly. The movement drew Aslan’s gaze instinctively toward the subtle space where her legs met.
Noticing his reaction, Lysian chuckled softly, like a cat amused by the sight of catnip. Realizing what he had done, Aslan quickly lowered his head in embarrassment.
Kneeling at a distance from Lysian, Aslan wracked his brain to figure out why she had come to see him. Was she planning to send him back to Heiban? Or was he about to pay with his life for the crime of sullying the queen’s body? But none of these possibilities seemed to align with Lysian’s relaxed demeanor.
Lysian glanced nonchalantly at her perfectly manicured nails before addressing Aslan in a detached tone, not bothering to look directly at him.
“How old are you?”
“…Twenty-nine.”
Though Aslan had fallen for Lysian, he reminded himself that she was the queen of an enemy nation. Even as a captive, he had no intention of acting subservient. Perhaps the awareness of how easily Lysian unsettled him made him more determined to maintain his composure.
Lysian, however, seemed unfazed. At the mention of his age, her eyes widened in genuine surprise. Her unique eyes, a blend of milk and amethyst hues, sparkled as she reacted.
“My, that’s an age where you should be settling down. Do you have a woman back in Heiban?”
“Would it change anything if I did?”
“Hmm… Who knows? It could alter quite a lot, depending on your circumstances.”
A subtle smile played on Lysian’s lips.
It was an expression Aslan found difficult to read, but instinctively, he realized that his response would determine his future.
For a moment, he considered lying. But it felt dishonorable to deceive someone he had shared a night with, especially on the subject of a potential partner. So, Aslan decided to tell the truth.
“No, I don’t. There were women I spent time with occasionally, but I planned to marry after the war.”
“Oh my,” Lysian replied with a faint smile.
Lysian said it regretfully, though her expression betrayed no such sentiment. It felt like she was mocking him for being twenty-nine and still unmarried.
Twenty-nine was well past the prime age for marriage. If it hadn’t been for the war with Florea, Aslan would have married a Heivan woman he had been seeing the previous year or two. The war had separated them, and now he found himself in this predicament. Aslan sighed.
Curious, Aslan wondered how old Lysian was. She had been queen of Florea since the Heivan invasion. Though she looked young, he guessed she was around twenty. He asked directly, “How old are you, Your Majesty?”
“Eighteen this year,” she replied.
“…”
Aslan was speechless. He couldn’t believe that he had been so captivated by someone who was only eighteen years old during their previous encounter.
When he calculated the age difference, he realized that Lysian must have just been learning to walk when he’d lost his virginity. The fact that over a decade of experience was completely useless dealt a severe blow to Aslan’s male pride. Seeing Aslan speechless, Lysian elegantly placed her hand on her cheek and sighed.
“So, your majesty, that’s a rather cold title. You called my name so many times that day.”
As soon as the embarrassing incident from that day was mentioned, Aslan’s face turned beet red. Lysian urged him to call her name, but Aslan couldn’t bring himself to speak.
“You seem very shy. You won’t call my name in a situation like this, will you?”
With that, Lysian smiled meaningfully. Even that smile was as beautiful as a flower, and Aslan could only stare blankly.
Lysian tossed her long hair over her shoulder and slowly uncrossed her legs. The tip of Lysian’s straight leg brushed against Aslan’s g***n. It was too deliberate to be an accident. Aslan’s body tensed up in anticipation of the s****l atmosphere.
“That day, I was the one who prepared, but from now on, it’s your turn.”
As she said that, Lysian lifted her skirt slightly.
Her bare g******s, without any underwear, were clearly visible beneath the flowing skirt. Aslan, finally realizing why Lysian had come, swallowed hard. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he anticipated what was to come.
“Come here.”
Lysian’s command was undeniable.
The black lion of Heyvan, the incredibly brave Aslan, crawled towards Lysian on his knees. If it had been anyone else but Lysian, he would have refused even if it meant death. But now, his mind was filled with thoughts of s*x with Lysian.
Lysian watched Aslan’s twitching back muscles with satisfaction. His black hair was like a well-groomed mane, and his massive body, connected to his supple muscles, was truly like a lion. Lysian raised her skirt even higher, as if tempting Aslan.
Aslan lowered his head, and Lysian lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders. As if anticipating what was to come, a hint of white fluid appeared at her entrance.
Aslan gently parted Lysian’s entrance with his thumb. The moist opening slowly widened, revealing a crimson interior. The restraints on his arms limited Aslan’s movements. Aslan unable to hide his dissatisfaction, openly complained.
“Can’t you loosen this?”
“It’s my preference.”
Lysian covered her mouth with the back of her hand and chuckled. Then, with her other hand, she grabbed Aslan’s black hair and pulled his face towards her g******s.
Aslan, entranced by the scent of Lysian, opened his mouth and placed his tongue on her sensitive spot. Aslan’s tongue gently stimulated Lysian’s c******s. As he rolled his tongue over the round nub like a marble and prodded it, Lysian’s grip on Aslan’s head tightened.
“Mmm…”
Lysian twisted her hips. It seemed to be pleasing. Aslan, emboldened, moved his tongue more daringly. Aslan’s tongue parted the labia majora, then the labia minora, layer by layer, before delving inside.
