The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 7
A radiant smile followed by Lysian’s incomprehensible words left Aslan dumbfounded as he stared at her blankly.
Tugging at Aslan’s collar, Lysian led him towards the bed. Aslan stumbled along, trailing behind her like a defeated lion. The queen hummed contentedly, as if she were leading a captured beast.
Aslan leaned back against the headboard, his body limp. Lysian fastened Aslan’s wrist shackles to a hook on the ceiling.
Standing on the bed, she struggled to reach higher, her heels barely touching the ground. It looked like she would fall over with the slightest resistance from Aslan.
Lysian’s b****t brushed against Aslan’s nose. Though hidden by her clothes, the thin fabric revealed her curves.
If Aslan had been slightly more out of his mind, he might have impulsively licked it. His breath fanned against Lysian’s lower abdomen. Tickled by the warm breath, she tightened her thighs and glared at him.
“Really, don’t be so impatient.”
“I won’t resist, so why do you have to raise my arms like this?”
“It’s my preference.”
Lysian replied seriously. Aslan thought, ‘What a strange preference.’
Aslan was almost losing his will to resist. Being tied up and treated this way was a blow to his pride as a man, but the fact that such a beautiful queen desired him was strangely gratifying.
While he wrestled with his complex emotions, Lysian finally finished what she was doing.
“There! I did it!”
She exclaimed happily, a small cheer escaping her lips. Amused by her expression, Aslan couldn’t help but chuckle. He didn’t realize how ridiculous he looked, bound to the bed with his arms raised.
Lysian looked at her handiwork with satisfaction. A faint pink tinged her lips as she smiled. Seeing the queen’s innocent joy, Aslan teased her.
“So, what are you going to do with me like this? Do you know how to play with a man?”
“I’ve studied, haven’t I? Just stay still.”
With that, Lysian slapped Aslan’s thigh. Aslan was a warrior who wouldn’t groan even if he were stabbed in battle.
He thought it was ridiculous to think that a small hand could hurt him, but the moment her hand connected with his thigh, a strange excitement shot up his leg, stiffening his body.
Lysian unfastened the belt around Aslan’s waist. The front of his shirt fell open with a soft rustle.
With a flushed face, Lysian eagerly undid Aslan’s pants. As she leaned forward, her thin clothing stretched, revealing her full b*****s and the tip peeking out.
In that instant, Aslan’s member shot up. Lysian’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I didn’t do anything.”
As if! She’d been teasing him and now she was denying it. Aslan frowned at her nonchalant attitude.
Half-standing, Lysian toyed with
Despite being in such a helpless position, like meat on a butcher’s block, this was the first time Aslan felt like a v****n being toyed with by a married woman.
And what a beauty she was. The visual impact of his manhood so close to her delicate face was overwhelming. Aroused by the e****c scene, Aslan’s member hardened. It was far larger than it had been half-hard, and Lysian recoiled in surprise.
“It’s bigger than I was told,”
Lysian muttered solemnly.
Aslan’s ears burned at the mention of reports about his size. Of course, he’d assumed they’d measured his member for some reason, but imagining the doll-like queen impassively discussing its length and girth made his face feel like it was on fire.
Regardless of Aslan’s embarrassment, Lysian continued calmly.
“I’ve been informed about your size. It’s quite impressive. So, I’ve prepared for it. But I don’t think that’s enough… Hmm, what to do…”
Prepared? How?
