The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 6
With that, Lysian continued, one hand teasing his right chest while she leaned her head gently against his left. The violent thrum of Aslan’s heartbeat reverberated through her ear, resonating into her own chest.
He’s like a wild animal. Lysian wanted Aslan. She wanted to torment this man until he begged her.
“I will not sleep with you.”
Aslan spoke as if spitting out a bitter apricot. It was more like a vow to himself than a statement to Lysian. But Aslan knew it was almost impossible. Even at this moment, his lower body throbbed unbearably. As if the aphrodisiac he had taken earlier had belatedly taken effect, Aslan could not suppress the desire that was rising uncontrollably.
Lysian tilted her head curiously at Aslan’s attempt to suppress his s****l desire. Even that look was so captivating that Aslan gritted his teeth.
“Aslan, what kind of appearance do you like?”
“…”
“That’s strange. The nobles said that if I had an appearance like mine, I could take my pick, but you don’t seem to like me at all.”
Aslan agreed with the opinion of the Florean nobles. Lysian was so beautiful that comparing her to the women Aslan had seen so far was absurd.
If it had been a different situation, Aslan would have been staring at Lysian blankly. If Lysian had tried to seduce him, he would have welcomed it and frantically explored her. The reason why Aslan could maintain his sanity now was his suspicion of Lysian’s favor, which had fallen from her status as a prisoner, and his pride that could not be easily broken.
Not knowing Aslan’s desire, Lysian looked up at Aslan with innocent eyes and asked.
“Do you hate me?”
“This is…, it’s not a matter of liking or disliking…”
Unable to lie and reject the queen, Aslan trailed off.
Lysian thought that Aslan was acting that way because he didn’t like her. But even so, she couldn’t let Aslan go easily. Lysian was born the queen of the powerful Florea, and she grew up as a queen. She had never failed to get what she wanted. Lysian said firmly.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t like it. I like you, Aslan.”
Lysian gave a honey-sweet smile. Like a butterfly enchanted by the honey of a flower, Aslan was so intoxicated by Lysian’s smile that he couldn’t say anything. Lysian reached out and pulled the chain around Aslan’s neck.
Even though he was wearing a collar, there was no way Aslan’s sturdy body could be controlled by Lysian’s weak hands, but Aslan’s body swayed weakly. Was it because of the aphrodisiac he had taken earlier, or was he just not strong enough?”
“Aslan gritted his teeth, but the moment Lysian’s lips neared his, he gasped. For a split second, he felt their lips touch. There was a sweet floral scent in Lysian’s breath. Aslan had grumbled and complained throughout the rigorous bath the servants had given him. But now, standing before Lysian, who was as fragrant as a human flower, he deeply regretted not having scrubbed harder.
Lysian whispered, her lips almost touching his. “Don’t worry. Though it’s my first time, I’ve studied the art of pleasure. It won’t be boring.” She smiled, her violet eyes filling Aslan’s vision.
“Come to think of it…” He was the queen’s first. Aslan’s mind went blank. He couldn’t believe that he was the one who would take the virginity of this beautiful queen. Even if he returned to Hayvan and reported this, no one would believe him.
While Aslan was lost in thought, Lysian’s moist tongue slipped between his lips. Aslan unconsciously parted his lips, which had been tightly closed. Her small tongue explored Aslan’s mouth with elasticity.
Aslan stood stiffly, his mouth being toyed with by Lysian’s tongue like a minnow. After a long while, Aslan could no longer hide his panting and responded to Lysian. Driven by stubborn pride and surging desire, Aslan entangled his tongue with hers. It was a battle for dominance. But it wasn’t easy. Though Aslan was larger, the collar around his neck pulled him down, making him seem more like he was clinging to Lysian
“Mmm…” Lysian’s hand dug into Aslan’s hair. The cool touch on his scalp sent shivers down his spine. Aslan wanted nothing more than to smash the shackles on his wrists. He was frustrated that he couldn’t embrace the woman as he wanted. He wanted to snatch her slender waist, crush her in his arms, and take her however he pleased.
The long kiss ended with Lysian’s victory. She gently pressed her lips against Aslan’s and smiled playfully.
Aslan’s eyes gleamed with desire. He had to admit it. Even without the aphrodisiac, he would have fallen for Lysian. She was that captivating.
Aslan panted, unable to hide his urgency. “Loosen this,” he gasped, “and I’ll satisfy you.”
“There’s no need for that, Aslan. And it’s me who will satisfy you. If you just stay still, I’ll take care of everything.”
