The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 32
Lysian’s fingers dug into Aslan’s uniform. The front of his uniform, where Lysian had buried her face, was soaked with her tears and saliva. But neither of them cared. Lysian’s round b*****s were crushed against Aslan’s chest.
Aslan looked down at Lysian, who was buried in his chest, unable to think straight. With one hand supporting her body, he used the other to tilt her head back. Lysian’s violet eyes, clouded with pleasure, met Aslan’s. Aslan’s expression mirrored hers.
Aslan teased her.
“Huff, I said I wished I could see your face, so I changed our position, but now you won’t look at me… Huff, haak…”
Lysian was too lost in pleasure to respond. Waves of pleasure washed over her body. Her toes curled as they dangled in the air. The thick liquid she had released created a squelching sound as it rubbed against Aslan’s member.
Soon, Aslan released his own pleasure, pouring it all inside her. To prevent any leakage, he held himself inside her for a while, tightly embracing Lysian.
Lysian was almost unconscious, completely spent. Realizing that Lysian was too lost in pleasure to listen, Aslan quietly voiced the thoughts he had hidden deep inside.
“I like seeing your face when you’re like this too, Lysian… It’s just between us.”
Aslan smiled bitterly and kissed Lysian’s eyelid. Despite the weight and warmth of the body he held, it felt like an illusion, something that could disappear at any moment. Yet, Aslan couldn’t let go of her. He wanted to possess her, even for a moment, before she faded away.
After their intimate encounter, Lysian and Aslan took a moment to catch their breath and tidy themselves up. Aslan straightened his pants and smoothed out Lysian’s dress. Lysian obediently accepted his service, too exhausted to lift a finger. She sat on the sofa and mumbled,
“I didn’t intend to go this hard.”
“Then you shouldn’t have let me.”
Aslan grumbled and knelt before Lysian. Lysian’s white feet rested on Aslan’s strong thighs. Aslan helped her put on her jeweled shoes. Her slender, white feet disappeared into the shoes.
“How could I refuse when you look at me like that? Well, since I enjoyed it, it’s fine.”
Lysian leaned back against the sofa, her face full of weariness. It wasn’t easy to endure Aslan’s vigor in such an unusual position.
Lysian said it casually, but the man listening to her didn’t take it lightly. Aslan’s face turned beet red.
Not knowing what to do, Aslan abruptly stood up.
**Lysian’s gaze followed Aslan’s movement. A shadow fell over her. **
“I’ll go get us something to drink.”
Aslan turned and left the room.
Lysian didn’t stop him, but she was curious why Aslan’s face had turned so red. There were times when Aslan reacted excessively to her words. Lysian tried to figure out why by carefully recalling similar situations.
Emerging from the silver chamber, Aslan scanned the banquet hall for an attendant. Everyone seemed too busy to notice him. Aslan decided to get food himself, trying to remain inconspicuous.
Despite his efforts to blend in, his large frame and imposing presence made it impossible to go unnoticed. And who should approach him but Kaplan, the last person he wanted to see at that moment.
Aslan tried to ignore him by turning his head, but Kaplan strode over and addressed him, making it impossible to avoid.
“Is Her Majesty resting comfortably?”
“…Why do you ask me?”
Aslan replied curtly, making it clear that he wanted nothing to do with a conversation. Anyone else would have scurried away, but this was Kaplan Bash Heiban, his long-time rival, with whom he had exchanged countless sharp words. Kaplan responded without backing down.
“It seems as if Lord Yilmaz would know best.”
Kaplan’s damp hand poked Aslan’s chest. The gesture was elegant, almost leisurely, but Aslan lost his composure when he felt the poke. His ceremonial robes were made of fine silk, but stains were difficult to remove, and traces of Lysian’s saliva remained.
He had managed to compose himself upon re-entering the banquet hall, but the subtle aura of sensuality and the lingering evidence were impossible to hide.
Prince Kaplan’s lips curled into a strange smile, his expression tinged with a sinister satisfaction, as if he had found a weakness.
