The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 13
With each stroke of his tongue, Lysian’s fluids gushed out. Her cheeks flushed as she gasped, unaccustomed to the sensation.
“So wet and slick…”
Floreans were not only beautiful like flowers but also smelled like them. At first, he thought she was wearing perfume, but as he tasted her fluids, he realized it was something else entirely. With the determination to consume every last drop of her sweet nectar, Aslan moved his tongue.
The deeper he went, the more fluid she produced. For a moment, Aslan lost himself in his desire, greedily exploring her.
“Ugh, ah, mmm…”
Lysian tightened her grip on his hair. Her thighs were tense, and her toes scraped against his back.
Aslan’s clothes bunched up beneath her feet, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he moved even faster.
With each thrust of his tongue, Lysian’s back arched. Her head tilted back, revealing the elegant curve of her neck.
“Ah, ugh, aaaaah…”
Lysian’s body trembled. She was on the verge of climax. Her violet eyes were clouded with pleasure. She wanted to surrender to the sensation.
She tried to resist, shaking her head. She didn’t want to climax so soon. Despite her heavy breathing, she clearly expressed her refusal.
“Stop, please…”
But Aslan ignored her. Although she asked him to stop, it didn’t feel like it. He felt she was about to reach her peak, and he could taste her sweet fluids.
Anticipating this, he moved his tongue to her c******s. He rolled and poked at the bud with his tongue, causing Lysian to moan.
“Ugh, wait, Aslan! Stop, ah, aaaaah!”
Lysian finally reached her climax and her body convulsed.
Unable to resist the intense pleasure, she fell back onto the bed. Panting, her face flushed, she struggled to catch her breath. Her trembling thighs throbbed against Aslan’s shoulder.
Aslan sat up and looked down at her. Lysian was beautiful even when she was disheveled, like a flower on a palm.
Aslan’s e******n was hard and visible through his pants. He took a deep breath and unfastened his pants. As soon as he did, his member sprang free.
Panting, he grabbed his e******n and positioned it at Lysian’s entrance. It was already so wet; it would slide in easily.
Remembering how tight, wet, and warm she was, Aslan’s member throbbed as he brought the tip to her entrance. He grabbed her hips and tried to push himself in.
But he was stopped.
Lysian, having recovered from her climax, kicked him in the chest. Aslan tumbled to the floor. He was both confused and annoyed that he had been interrupted just as he was about to have his way. He glared up at her.
But before Aslan could dwell on his dissatisfaction, Lysian’s voice cut through the air.
“What do you think you’re doing? Didn’t I tell you to stop?”
“…”
Lysian stormed, her eyes filled with tears. She was clearly furious.
Aslan was speechless. He hadn’t realized she meant for him to stop completely. He had thought she was just teasing. Apparently, he had misread the situation.
“I like to be sufficiently aroused before penetration! I didn’t want to stop! Why are you doing this without my permission?”
Lysian felt the need to teach Aslan a lesson.
Honestly, she had enjoyed his tongue and had anticipated the feeling of his member inside her. Just thinking about it made her lower half throb.
She considered ignoring his actions and continuing, but she knew if she did, he would repeat it. She decided to discipline him.
“Just because you’ve bedded me once, you think you can be so arrogant? I’ve lost my mood now!”
After her outburst, Lysian stood up abruptly. Despite lying on the floor, Aslan’s member remained stubbornly e***t.
Lysian’s gaze fell on it with a mixture of regret and desire. With a heavy heart, she turned away, ignoring his e******n. Her voice rose in frustration as she spoke.
“You should be ashamed of yourself!”
