The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 31
“I guess you really wanted this.”
Aslan continued to thrust into Lysian, his lower body moving while he held her close. The sensation of their flesh meeting and separating was sticky. Lysian, having already reached her climax, let out pained moans as Aslan continued to grind against her.
“Ugh, huh, wheeze…”
“Khk…”
Aslan soon came inside her. Lysian finally had the chance to catch her breath. Aslan tightened his grip on her, feeling the aftereffects of his o****m.
Feeling a sense of peace from the delicate body held in his arms, Aslan relaxed. They both caught their breath, still connected.
Finally coming to her senses, Lysian pushed her damp hair back from her neck. Her neck was slightly sore from her earlier cries. She muttered in a breathy voice.
“I like it when you’re behind me like this, but I wish I could see your face. I like seeing you frown when you leave.”
“…”
Aslan tightened his grip on Lysian. He pulled out of her. A trail of s***n slid down her thigh and onto the floor.
“You should tell me when you’re going to pull out. It’s so sudden.”
“…”
Aslan remained silent despite Lysian’s complaint. He grabbed Lysian’s shoulder and pulled her towards the wall. Lysian frowned at the strong grip but didn’t resist. Aslan pressed her against the wall. Her light green silk dress was surprisingly wrinkle-free despite the vigorous movement. Aslan lifted her skirt. The cherry blossom-colored hair below was soiled with a thick white fluid. Aslan’s member rose again. Lysian looked at him intently and snorted, excited.
“What’s the rush?”
“After you said things like that, you expect me to be gentle?”
Lysian tilted her head at the mention of seduction. Aslan was going crazy seeing how genuinely confused she looked.
She had said such sweet things about wanting to see his face. But Aslan didn’t have the patience to explain to Lysian. He grabbed her thigh and said urgently.
“If you don’t want this, just say so.”
“As if I wouldn’t.”
Lysian smiled slightly, already anticipating his movements. Aslan pulled her leg up to his waist. She obediently lifted her leg.
“You’re being quite merciful these days.”
“Sometimes it’s good to have these moments. They say you shouldn’t only use a whip, right?”
Lysian said that, reaching out her hand. She stroked Aslan’s clean-shaven, firm chin, treating him like a pet. Aslan didn’t mind. He just wished Lysian would keep him by her side, even if she only used a whip on him.
Lysian’s entrance gaped open between her spread legs. Aslan aligned his aroused member with her entrance and thrust upwards, pushing deep inside her.
“Haak…”
Despite having been together once before, it wasn’t easy for her to accept Aslan’s sudden intrusion. She frowned slightly at the different angle.
Aslan slid one of Lysian’s thighs to his side and fully inserted himself. Balancing on the balls of his feet, he lifted her other leg, which had been supporting her body, straight up to his waist.
“Oh, what, what… haa!”
With both legs suddenly in the air, Lysian’s b******s dropped. Aslan’s member penetrated her even deeper.
Lysian’s face contorted in pain. Aslan held her b******s firmly and pressed her back against the wall.
“Put your arms around my neck.”
“Ugh…”
As Lysian did as she was told, her weight rested entirely on his neck, but it felt light to Aslan. He thrust his hips.
“Ah, ah, ah! Haah!”
With each thrust, Lysian’s forehead bumped against Aslan’s chest. She tightened her arms around his neck, clinging to him.
Her entire body was shaking. Feeling dizzy, Lysian clung to Aslan even tighter. She could feel him deeper than before. The sensation of being penetrated made her mind hazy.
“How does it feel? Is it good?”
“Ugh, too deep, ah, ahk! I’m going crazy…”
