The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 58
As she spoke, she lifted the hem of the slip that was neatly draped over her knees. The skirt fluttered, teasingly revealing a glimpse of her lower body.
Heat surged through Aslan. Lysian knew he would react this way. She dangled the skirt like a fishing lure, enticing Aslan.
But Aslan didn’t budge. He stood there, rooted to the spot, trying his best to avoid her gaze. Lysian’s lips curled into a mischievous smile.
“Hmm. Aslan, it seems you’re tired of me now?”
“N-no, that’s not true!”
Aslan replied hastily.
Just imagining what lay beneath her skirt made his lower body throb. The idea that he was tired of Lysian was absurd. Aslan, who had been standing there with his lips pursed, hesitated before speaking.
“…You’ve been overworking yourself lately. You should rest today…”
“I’m surprisingly resilient, you know? And it’s good to get some exercise. A little waltz isn’t enough to make me sweat.”
Lysian cut him off. As she said, her milky white skin was not damp with sweat but covered in fine, soft hairs.
Feeling the need to gamble once more, Lysian crossed her legs exaggeratedly. The thin slip wrapped around her legs, and a glimpse of her white thigh flashed past.
Only Aslan knew how pleasant that secret part of her body felt. As soon as he realized it, a fiery lust consumed him.
Unable to hold back any longer, Aslan fell on top of Lysian. Lysian’s legs wrapped around his waist as she opened wide. They fell onto the bed with a thud and passionately kissed. It didn’t take long for their clothes to be scattered across the room.
Lysian and Aslan’s lips met, their breaths tickling each other’s palates. Nothing else existed in their world except for each other.
Aslan hastily pulled his boots down past his calves. But his hurried hands caught the boots on his heels, and not having enough time to carefully remove them, he kicked them off with his other foot.
Lysian smiled expectantly, anticipating what would come next. Usually, she would initiate things and be on top of Aslan, but when it came to giving him a “reward,” it was different. She lay still on the bed, letting Aslan do as he pleased.
Lysian enjoyed watching Aslan squirm and fret as she toyed with him, but this was not unpleasant either. In fact, she enjoyed feeling how desperately Aslan wanted her.
Her slip rode up her thighs, revealing her bare belly. As Aslan slid the straps of her slip off her shoulders, her modest b*****s were exposed.
His thick hands grasped her b*****s, as soft as whipped cream, in a bruising grip. A red mark appeared on her white skin, as if she had been burned by his body heat.
Aslan reached for her underwear with his other hand. With a single tug, he pulled the tiny garment down, his fingers slipping through the knotted string. Aslan’s hand slipped between Lysian’s thighs.
His thick fingers parted her neatly groomed pubic hair and slid deep inside. Already amply lubricated, she easily swallowed his finger.
Aslan swirled his long middle finger inside her, pressing firmly on her c******s with his thumb and rotating it. Lysian’s body bucked and she let out a muffled moan.
“Ah… How long are you going to tease me?”
“Just a moment.”
Aslan, who wanted nothing more than to enter her, continued to stimulate her, making her wet and slick.
She was so aroused that her juices were dripping down her thighs, but her muscles were still tight. He could have entered her now, but Aslan didn’t want to rush her.
The sound of his finger slipping through her wetness was especially clear. Aslan quickened his strokes on her c******s. A fiery sensation spread from his fingertips to her limbs. Lysian’s toes curled as she thrashed against the bedsheets.
