The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 75
“But I can’t hold you. Not as a queen, but as your companion. I can’t believe what you’re going to do, and I don’t want to stop you with my selfishness.”
“I will certainly deliver you victory.”
Aslan vowed once again.
To reassure Lysian, you could speak like an old-fashioned tone over and over again. Lysian put his hand on his cheek and asked carefully, looking at Aslan with a very loving and sad look.
“Can I hug you?”
“As much as you wish, Lysian.”
As soon as Aslan’s answer fell, Lysian kissed him. It was like a picture of a breakup lover kissing in the moonlight.
Aslan lifted Lysian as it was. Lysian’s thin ankles shook like water in the air.
Entering the bedroom, Aslan carefully put Lysian down on the bed. The bed was still, steady under the weight of Lysian’s bird hair, but as soon as Aslan put his knee on it, it went off.
Aslan’s touch first peeled off Lysian’s clothes. The familiar touch was relentless and quick enough to not be intrusive. White neck, round shoulders, soft chest.
Aslan’s subsequent lips carefully brushed Lysian’s body as if it were a sacred ceremony. Aslan, who had passed through her navel and even reached a neat plot, looked through the deep valley in her bushes with her tongue.
“Sigh……, Aslan……!”
Lysian frequently breathed and called Aslan. Her hand stirred the bed blanket and found Aslan’s temperature. Aslan reached out and held Lysian’s hand, soft and pampered underneath her. Relieved by Aslan’s warmth, Lysian desperately clung to his hand.
Aslan’s saliva helped his tongue navigate Lysian’s sensitive areas smoothly. Aslan’s thick, mushy tongue tip pressed tenaciously against her sensitive area. Lysian’s voice shook thinly with excitement that seemed to flicker her head. Her body shook and tried to escape from Aslan, but Aslan squeezed Lysian’s hips tightly to prevent her from escaping. The waves of pleasure, almost reaching, plagued Lysian near the critical point.
“Oh, there, stop……! Put me in, Aslan……!”
“As ordered.”
Aslan was also on the verge of losing patience.
Aslan was waiting for the time to let go of his self-indulgence that was bouncing up. The way Lysian, who is always calm and still, was disturbed by Aslan’s movements and bristled at him was what stimulated him.
Aslan quickly loosened his waist and settled between Lysian’s legs. Lysian’s feverish eyes were covered with anticipation as he took out his oversized g******s and matched them to Lysian’s entrance.
Aslan’s g*****l tip penetrated the v****a of Lysian, who was soaking wet. Relaxed with excitement, Lysian’s inside swallowed Aslan’s.
“Oh, my……!”
“Ugh…….”
Aslan’s hit the inside of Lysian to the root. Aslan breathed out a jaw-dropping and exhaled under the pleasant pressure of tightening for a moment.
Lysian’s insides quivered as they welcomed Aslan’s. Sweat streamed down Aslan’s face, forming droplets on his chin. He looked down at Lysian, who lay beneath him, her body completely open, receiving him fully.
Beneath Aslan’s large frame, her already slender body seemed fragile, as if it might break. Aslan gently lifted a strand of Lysian’s rose-pink hair, which was scattered like a blooming flower across the bed, and kissed it, whispering, “For your sake, I will return victorious. My victory goddess.”
“You must, promise, ugh, ow, ugh!”
Aslan thrust his hips up as if to emphasize his words.
Lysian wanted to tell him to promise, but the powerful thrusts that shook her whole body made it impossible for her to form proper words, and she could only moan. However, it was enough for him to understand what she wanted to say. Aslan kissed Lysian’s cheek, which was flushed with excitement, and whispered into her ear, “I will, I promise, hu, I will.”
“Ah, Aslan…”
Lysian reached up and wrapped her arms around Aslan’s neck. Her manicured nails dug into his back, but Aslan didn’t mind. In fact, he welcomed it, as if it were a sign of her obsessive love. And so, the royal couple’s bedchamber grew hotter and hotter as they reached the peak of pleasure.
That night, a red star fell across the dark night sky. Its long tail shone brightly against the darkness.
Aslan led the Florean army toward Heiban.
No matter how warlike the Heibanians were, their morale had inevitably been dampened by the overwhelming military power of the Bullet Kingdom. However, as soon as they heard that Aslan was leading a reinforcement army, they cheered.
Well-aware of Aslan’s martial prowess, the Heibanians were once again brimming with confidence, believing that with Aslan and the Florean army, the Bullet Kingdom was nothing.
Even though he was their king, he was still a Heiban.
