The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 37
Aslan inhaled sharply at the touch of Lysian’s fingertips. He could feel the movement of his lips against her sensitive skin. Lysian’s long eyelashes fluttered.
She stared intently at Aslan. Her gaze was unwavering, as it always was. It was a more imposing look than any soldier Aslan had ever met. Trapped in her gaze, Aslan felt himself stiffen.
“Even if you don’t address me as Queen, you know I am.”
Lysian’s fingertips traced along Aslan’s firm chest, then settled on his heart.
Thump, thump. His heartbeat was transmitted directly to Lysian.
“Now, I will truly be your queen. Your mistress, your sovereign.”
Seeing the clearly positive response from Aslan to her declaration of making him consort, a mischievous smile played on Lysian’s lips. She tried to maintain her composure as a queen, but her heart was racing.
Aslan was now hers. As the consort of Florea, he would never be returned to Heiban.
Lysian’s fingertips began to undo the buttons on Aslan’s chest one by one. With each button undone, more of Aslan’s muscular chest was revealed. Satisfaction filled Lysian’s lips.
“I didn’t order you to be confined… but since things have turned out this way, shouldn’t we enjoy ourselves?”
“My queen is truly difficult to deal with.”
Lysian chuckled at Aslan’s embarrassed smile.
Aslan smiled wryly. He had never told Lysian no.
It wasn’t because he was a prisoner and she was the queen, but simply because of her. He didn’t want to see Lysian disappointed if he refused. Aslan held out his wrists and said in a resigned voice,
“I don’t think it’s possible in this state… Either you unlock the cuffs or come inside the prison.”
“It’s hard to give up either…”
Both options held different attractions, making it difficult for Lysian to decide.
The underground prison was far away and not a place she often visited. So, she didn’t want to give up the thrill of the barred window. But if she unlocked the cuffs, it would take away some of the excitement.
Aslan, with his chest bare, watched Lysian pacing back and forth in front of the cell like a bee. He didn’t think she’d be so indecisive about state affairs. Aslan waited silently for her decision.
After pondering for a long time, Lysian nodded decisively.
She pulled out the keys to the handcuffs and the prison cell from her waist. Aslan’s eyes followed her fingers suspiciously, wondering what she would choose. She held one of them up.
Lysian pulled Aslan’s hand and inserted the key into the handcuffs. With a click, one of his wrists was free.
Aslan shook his hand to relieve the stiffness. Leather cuffs were uncomfortable when he sweated, and iron cuffs dug into his bones. Assuming they had decided to continue through the bars, Aslan reached out to Lysian.
Lysian grabbed his wrist and pulled it back. Then, through the bars, she reattached the handcuffs.
The handcuffs, hooked between the bars, prevented Aslan from moving. Startled, Aslan cried out.
“…Lysian!”
But he was soon forced to shut his mouth.
Lysian knelt in front of Aslan and, through the bars, unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants. Aslan’s limp member was grasped in Lysian’s soft, white hand. She began to gently stroke it, then suddenly took it into her mouth.
“Wait, wait!”
Surprised, Aslan tried to pull away, but the handcuffs prevented him.
Lysian tried to take his entire length into her mouth, but her mouth was too small and his was too large. Her lips were stretched painfully. But she didn’t give up.
Giving up on taking his entire length into her mouth, she licked his length with her tongue and lips. She trailed her tongue along the prominent veins of his s***t while massaging his base with her hand.
“Ugh…”
Unable to move his hands properly due to the chains, Aslan groaned, gripping the bars. The sucking sound echoed clearly in the underground prison.
Aslan tilted his head back and forth, unable to control his body. He caught a glimpse of Lysian. Her suggestive pose, as she took him in her mouth, further aroused him.
It was always Aslan who served, so it was strange, almost foreign, to be on the receiving end.
