The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 27
Since she said it was okay, Aslan moved his hips slowly. Unlike before, he pressed down gently with each thrust, and Lysian let out a whimper. Even though he wasn’t moving very fast, Lysian’s arm gave out, and her body slid off the desk. Startled, Aslan caught her, but in doing so, he thrust deeper, causing Lysian’s body to tremble.
“I don’t think I can do this.”
Aslan shook his head.
Although Aslan wasn’t satisfied, he realized from Lysian’s condition that it was time for him to retreat. As Aslan slowly began to withdraw from Lysian, she grabbed him.
“I… didn’t I say it was okay?”
“I don’t know why you’re suddenly acting out of character. Your Majesty doesn’t need to accommodate me.”
Aslan sighed and said.
Pity. It must be pity…
As someone who gladly accepted it, he had no right to complain if Lysian pitied him. However, Aslan suppressed his surging desire because it was absolutely not good for Lysian to give someone like him such an opportunity.
Lysian bit her lip for a moment.
She was a little embarrassed to explain the reason. She was also ashamed of boasting that she could handle Aslan, and she was frustrated that she couldn’t do what other women could. Hiding her flushed face, she quietly replied.
“… I was just curious how you treat other women.”
“That’s a useless curiosity. I would never treat you like I treat other women.”
Aslan’s words were as firm as a descending sword. It was absurd to compare Lysian to other women.
There was no woman who made Aslan feel as uncontrollable and anxious as Lysian. Even now, Aslan was thinking more about Lysian than his own desires.
It was unprecedented.
Aslan’s fingertips traced the hollow of Lysian’s spine. Her milky white skin was in stark contrast to the dark desk.
“Other women mean nothing. The only one I’m with right now is you, Lysian.”
Aslan said so, and kissed Lysian’s neck. The pink strands of hair parted, revealing a slender white column. Aslan began to thrust slowly again. Lysian, collapsed on the desk, lifted her b******s to receive him.
“Ah, ugh, ugh…”
With each of Aslan’s movements, Lysian’s body tensed and relaxed repeatedly like lightning striking.
Even as she moaned in pleasure, the words Aslan had said about never treating her like other women echoed in her mind.
“So does that mean you’re even more violent and affectionate with other women?”
It was true that to Aslan, Lysian was merely someone who was forcing him to stay with her because of their statuses and obligations. She had considered the possibility that Aslan might not like her. But knowing it didn’t make her heart hurt any less, and tears welled up in Lysian’s eyes.
Even so, her body reacted faithfully. Lysian trembled within Aslan’s strong arms. Aslan held Lysian tightly, buried himself inside her, and released himself.
Exhausted from the second climax, Aslan caught his breath while still holding Lysian. With two releases inside her, his s***n flowed from the junction.
Lysian raised her body, and Aslan, afraid to face her, kissed her.
“Mmm…”
The third round of lovemaking proceeded without a word.
Their breaths intertwined strangely. Their breaths gradually synced, and soon their hearts beat as one.
Their entangled bodies were reluctant to separate.
Lysian resolved that even if Aslan disliked having her by his side, she would never let him go. His place was by her side.
Aslan felt that he couldn’t let go of the woman in his arms. Even if Lysian let him go, Aslan vowed he wouldn’t leave her, that he would stay by her side no matter what. Even if it meant becoming that damned Kaplan’s bodyguard.
A dream at cross purposes.
While they had similar thoughts, they were also thinking completely different things as they explored each other.
