The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 59
“Ah, ah, Aslan, wait, stop rubbing, just put it in, uh―!”
Her back arched and her chin tilted up. Her thighs trembled, and a torrent of precum flowed out. The slippery white liquid dripped down her red entrance.
Having finally brought Lysian to climax, Aslan finally lowered his pants. His member, standing at attention, was flushed red.
Aslan aligned the tip of his p***s with Lysian’s entrance. Lysian felt the weight of his p***s pressing against her. Anticipating the moment it would penetrate her, her mouth went dry. Lysian looked at Aslan with eyes full of heat and anticipation.
Aslan gently kissed her flushed cheek and pulled her legs towards him, smoothly thrusting his hips down. Aslan’s p***s slowly penetrated Lysian’s walls. It was an incredibly slow movement, allowing her to feel exactly how deep he was going.
“Ah-ah…”
“Hoo.”
Aslan let out a soft breath as he buried himself deep inside Lysian. The feeling of her walls gripping his p***s made him want to thrust wildly. For a moment, he almost lost control. Lysian’s interior was as smooth and sticky as honey, clinging tightly to his member.
Aslan and Lysian locked eyes. They knew exactly what the other wanted without having to say a word.
Aslan began to move slowly. His p***s slowly pulled out and then thrust in, again and again.
Lysian involuntarily cried out as his p***s thrust into her.
Her core ached.
“Ah, ugh, yes, uh, yes!”
Aslan’s tongue circled Lysian’s c******s.
His hands continued to caress her hips and b*****s. The feel of her elastic yet soft skin was ecstatic. Because he couldn’t touch her as much as he wanted, Aslan took full advantage of these opportunities to savor her body.
Lysian responded to every movement of Aslan’s. And with each of her responses, Aslan’s blood rushed to his member. Their coupling was reaching its peak.
Aslan had thought he could control his desire. But he was wrong. After holding out for quite some time, he was defeated by his lust, just as a broken dam collapses.
Unlike his slow, initial movements, Aslan thrust deep and fast, hitting her sensitive spot repeatedly. His strong upper body held Lysian still as only his lower body moved, sliding in and out. Aslan gritted his teeth as he felt Lysian’s body accepting him without resistance.
As if the pleasure they’d just experienced was a lie, the rapid thrusts of his p***s washed over Lysian like waves. She felt as if she was on the verge of another climax. The precariousness of it all drove her wild. Lysian’s cries grew louder as she took Aslan’s member.
“Ah, As-Aslan! Ugh!”
“Ugh…!”
Suddenly, Aslan’s member throbbed violently within Lysian. Unable to hold back, Aslan e********d. Lysian arched her back to meet his, also reaching her climax.
It had been a passionate encounter.
Aslan thrust a few more times before stopping and letting out a sigh of relief and satisfaction. Lysian caught her breath as well.
Aslan withdrew his p***s from Lysian. A thick liquid, a mixture of precum and s***n, slid down the tip.
Aslan stood up to clean himself, but Lysian grabbed his arm. Her slender hand held his strong arm firmly. Aslan had no choice but to lie back down beside her. A satisfied smile played on Lysian’s lips.
Aslan reached out and snuffed out the candle beside the bed. The room grew dim.
Lysian snuggled into Aslan’s arms. Aslan had no choice but to offer her one of his arms. He wrapped his other arm around her back. They could feel each other’s heartbeats.
Aslan’s nose brushed against Lysian’s scalp. She smelled of sweet flowers.
Aslan never forgot that the woman in his arms was the Queen of Florea. Lysian was truly special. Any man with decent taste would want her. But what about him?
“Come to think of it, you said you liked someone like me.”
Aslan’s mouth moved on its own.
A voice in his head warned him that his question was petty, but he couldn’t stop himself. Until now, he’d managed to suppress his anxieties, but Chrysanthemum’s appearance had been quite a shock.
“So what if someone else comes along who you like more? A younger, stronger man, for instance.”
Aslan looked at Lysian seriously. He knew she liked him, but…there was something that made him uncertain about the future.
