The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 15
“This is a first for me since then,” Lysian said, climbing onto Aslan. Her soft body pressed against his firm flesh. The feel of her hips against his e******n excited him. Lysian’s fingers traced a line across his chest, where the welts from her whipping had faded.
“Of course, this is the first time I’ve done something like this, completely naked, using a whip. It’s even more exciting than I imagined.”
Aslan now understood why Lysian had chosen him. He was strong, powerful, and as a foreign prisoner, he was expendable.
A queen commanding a man to be her mount, naked and chained? It was scandalous for a noblewoman. Aslan didn’t particularly enjoy the situation, but it was better than Lysian doing this to someone else. He was grateful for his strength, which had made him her choice.
“I’m glad Your Majesty is enjoying it…” Aslan replied awkwardly. While he was relieved, there was something unsettling lingering in his heart.
Lysian kissed his lips, their tongues intertwining. Aslan slipped his hands around her waist. Her waist was so slender, it could be grasped easily with both hands. Her wrists, legs, waist, and neck were all delicate.
Despite her fragility, she possessed an innate authority that commanded respect. Aslan was completely captivated by her arrogant charm. His body moved at her command, his heart raced at her words.
It was frustrating to realize his feelings for her after understanding her reasons for choosing him, but in the end, he would have fallen for her regardless. She was simply that captivating.
Unconcerned with Aslan’s thoughts, Lysian pressed her lips against his thick neck and smiled.
She was deeply satisfied with Aslan’s recent obedience, although he still seemed somewhat reluctant, sighing as he followed her commands. It was incredibly attractive to her. She was completely smitten.
Though she didn’t know what love was, she was very fond of Aslan. She loved his strong body, his rugged appearance that was so different from the Floreans, and his seemingly naive nature despite his age. Even the size of his… well, everything about him was perfect.
“When I mentioned pregnancy to the nobles, I didn’t actually intend to make Aslan the father. I was just trying to get rid of them by constantly bringing up the topic of succession. But since I’ve grown so fond of him, his child would probably be cute too. Though it wouldn’t look like Aslan at all. Still, I’d love to see him awkwardly holding our tiny baby.”
Lysian lightly bit the bulging vein on Aslan’s neck that had caught her eye. She could feel his body stiffen beneath her and his grip on her tighten.
“He’s so sensitive. I don’t think I’ll get bored of him easily, no matter how hard I try. Well, if I do get pregnant, I can just make him the father.” Humming a tune, Lysian claimed his body.
