The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 38
Lysian wrapped her tongue around the tip of his glans, teasing him in and out of her mouth. Her hand moved to his muscular thigh. Aslan’s face flushed. The tendons on the back of his hand, gripping the bars, throbbed.
Just as Aslan was about to climax, Lysian pulled away. Aslan, who was on the verge of o****m, groaned in pain at the sudden stop. Lysian smiled at him.
“How was it? It’s your first time, but you’re pretty good, aren’t you?”
“…Is that a question?”
He realized why Lysian had done what she did. She clearly enjoyed seeing him in distress. Aslan replied gruffly. His member throbbed, demanding more stimulation.
“I asked if you were good.”
“I’m good. So good I could go crazy.”
Aslan replied impatiently.
He wanted her to take him back into her mouth, or hold him and stroke him. He was so aroused. Regardless of Aslan’s anxiety, Lysian was incredibly relaxed.
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Of course!”
Aslan blushed and shouted at Lysian’s cheeky question. He was annoyed that she was so obvious in urging his response, and at the same time, he was incredibly attracted to her.
“Heehee.”
Lysian laughed in satisfaction and pulled out another key, the key to the prison cell.
She opened the cell door and entered. The moment she stepped inside, the prison took on an alien atmosphere. Her emerald green dress and pink hair shone brightly even in the dark prison.
Aslan was still attached to the bars. Surprised by Lysian’s unpredictable actions, he twisted his body, but the chains prevented him from turning properly. Lysian commanded him,
“Sit down.”
Aslan obediently sat down as she commanded. He had no idea what she was planning, but anticipation for what was to come made his heart race.
“Sit on the floor with your back to me.”
As he followed Lysian’s instructions, the chains became tangled in an X shape. His wrist was scratched where the chains had rubbed against it. His hands were raised in the air as he sat and looked at Lysian. His member, slick with pre-c*m and Lysian’s saliva, pointed stiffly towards the sky.
Lysian approached Aslan step by step.
She stood over his lower body and slowly sat down on him. The skirt of her emerald green dress fluttered, covering his lower body. Lysian’s smooth legs wrapped around his waist.
Although it was hidden by her skirt, Aslan could feel something soft and curved pressing against his member, almost touching his belly.
He couldn’t ignore the sensation of being split by something soft.
Should he admire the queen’s audacity for coming to this underground prison without even wearing underwear, or should he worry about his future as she was clearly determined to drain him of his energy?
A cold sweat broke out on Aslan’s flushed cheeks.
“This reminds me of our first night. We did this then too.”
Lysian muttered, a faint smile on her lips.
Aslan remembered that night too. He had accidentally broken the wooden bedframe, which was as hard as iron, and had been scolded by Lysian.
He hoped the iron bars wouldn’t break. Aslan looked up worriedly, assessing their strength.
Lysian, displeased that Aslan was worried about the bars while she was sitting on him, pinched his side.
“You still have the nerve to think about other things while I’m right in front of you. You’ve grown up a lot, Yilmaz. Back then, you couldn’t bear to be away from me for a moment.”
“…Not much has changed…”
Aslan mumbled, averting his gaze.
Whenever he saw Lysian, his member throbbed. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her and feel the comforting pleasure. Aslan twisted his body, trying to free his member from the pressure.
Lysian chuckled softly.
“I can’t trust your words, so I’ll have to ask your more honest lower half.”
Lysian lifted herself up, causing Aslan’s member to spring up. She positioned her entrance over his member and slowly lowered herself. It was difficult to align herself without using her hands. When his member bounced off her, Aslan let out a frustrated moan.
Lysian chuckled.
“Your member is quite demanding… It’s just like you.”
“Demanding?…”
