The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 30
Lysian gently rubbed his member with the hand that was holding him. The result of his male instincts and his learned experiences was evident. Aslan’s member gradually grew larger under her palm. A moan of excitement escaped Aslan’s lips.
“Ugh, Lysian…”
“Yes, it’s Lysian now, Aslan.”
Aslan calling Lysian by her name instead of Your Majesty was a clear signal for s*x. Lysian smiled contentedly and stepped away from Aslan.
Aslan’s gaze, which had just mentioned Prince Kaplan, followed Lysian longingly. Lysian went to the wall, grabbed the hem of her voluminous skirt with one hand, and turned to face Aslan, leaning against the wall with her other hand. Her violet eyes looked at him provocatively.
Her white, round b******s were completely exposed beneath her skirt. Aslan swallowed hard.
His throat was dry. It felt like a lump of canapé was stuck in his throat. Aslan took a rough breath and impatiently pulled at the standing collar that was choking his neck.
Aslan could no longer resist her. Like a bee drawn to honey, Aslan instinctively approached her. His steps faltered as he approached Lysian. Aslan grabbed one of Lysian’s b******s tightly. A red mark appeared on her white skin. Aslan kissed Lysian’s neck lightly and whispered, his voice trembling.
“Your dress might get ruined.”
“Who cares about a dress.”
Lysian scoffed. The pale green dress, which a craftsman had painstakingly made, was already wrinkled. Aslan quickly pulled up Lysian’s skirt. Her round b******s, which had been slightly exposed earlier, were now fully revealed. Lysian leaned against the wall and stuck her b******s out towards Aslan. Her eyes glanced behind her, excited about what was to come.
Aslan reached between her long, slender thighs and touched Lysian’s intimate area. Lysian let out a small moan. Lysian’s inside was already quite wet from anticipation. Aslan’s finger easily slid into the slippery interior. Aslan smiled contentedly.
“I guess you really wanted this.”
“Mmm…”
A sound emerged, neither a moan nor an affirmation. With one hand, Aslan continued to probe inside Lysian, while the other cupped her b****t through her dress.
The soft lump of flesh, hanging loosely in the air, settled comfortably in Aslan’s hand. Aslan’s fingers pinched Lysian’s n****e. The soft, pinkish n****e soon hardened in Aslan’s grasp. As Aslan kneaded Lysian’s b****t, she let out a small moan.
“Ugh, yes…”
Lysian’s soft b******s brushed against his g***n through her clothing. Aslan rubbed his e******n against her b******s, but it wasn’t enough.
Aslan hastily unfastened his pants. Fumbling with the unfamiliar belt, it took him a while to pull down his pants.
He finally positioned his stiff member at her entrance and slowly pushed it in.
“Haah…”
Lysian exhaled as she felt his fullness enter her. Aslan’s member stretched her inner walls and pushed in with a thick, wet sound.
When Aslan was fully inside, Lysian looked down at her lower body, her eyes filled with a tingling sensation.
Her dress was pulled down, obscuring the joining of her legs. But Aslan’s dark uniform pants, standing stiffly behind her white legs, looked strangely provocative. Lysian licked her lips. She wanted to feel Aslan inside her more vividly.
The pale green dress was draped around Lysian’s waist. Her white, round b******s were completely attached to him, her core engulfed by his.
Aslan’s eyes widened. His grip on Lysian’s b******s tightened. Then, he pulled out and thrust in again. With each thrust, Lysian let out a sweet moan. He pulled out and thrust in again, and she moaned in rhythm.
Aslan continued to thrust, his hips moving rapidly. Lysian’s arms, which were gripping the wall, trembled. As she had felt before, this queen didn’t seem to have much strength. It was unlikely that she, who had no need to lift anything heavier than a fork or knife, had enough muscle to support her own weight. Aslan held Lysian’s b******s firmly and moved his hips forcefully.
“Huff, huff…”
“There, ugh, it feels so good… Ugh, Aslan, huh, ah!”
With each thrust, Lysian lost control. She shook her head wildly and trembled, her shoulders shaking.
Lysian’s hair swayed as Aslan moved his head against her neck. She clenched and unclenched her fists repeatedly. Her mouth gaped open, and saliva dripped down her chin. The floor was wet with fluids.
“You’re making more noise than usual. Huh, do you like this position?”
“Yeah, it feels so good, ugh…”
Even with Aslan’s teasing question, Lysian answered honestly. She had nothing to hide and nothing to be ashamed of. As if to prove her royal blood, she was confident in everything she did. Aslan admired, longed for, and worshiped such a Lysian.
Lysian, my queen.
Aslan regretted that he couldn’t bite her white, slender neck. He wanted to leave a mark on her, something more than just planting his seed inside her. Unable to do so, as he had to return to the banquet soon, he simply buried his face in her hair and inhaled her scent.
Creak, creak. A blatant sound of friction came from where Lysian and Aslan were joined. Aslan increased his speed. He lunged at her as if he wanted to pour everything inside her.
Lysian’s inner walls clung to Aslan’s as if to squeeze him. He felt he was about to reach his climax. Aslan pulled Lysian into a tight embrace. Lysian’s fingers dug into Aslan’s arm. Unable to move, she arched her back and reached her climax.
“Ugh, ugh, ah!”
A tingling sensation ran through her body, and she let out a loud cry. Lysian’s nails dug into Aslan’s arm.
After the wave of climax passed, Lysian went limp, like a jellyfish washed ashore. Her limbs flailed weakly in the air. If Aslan hadn’t held her tightly, she would have fallen to the floor.
