The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 8
In his mind, the image of Lysian impassively reporting measurements transformed into one of her writhing in desire, m**********g. He pictured her sitting where he was, wriggling her body, and sliding a slender finger inside her skirt, stroking herself between her legs.
While Aslan was lost in fantasy, Lysian made a decision and moved. Instead of reaching into her skirt with her fingers as he’d imagined, she parted Aslan’s lips and captured his tongue.
Startled by the queen’s long, white finger invading his mouth, Aslan struggled to free his tongue. Saliva dripped from the corners of his parted lips, but the queen seemed unbothered.
“Lick it hard,”
Lysian’s words were laced with lewdness, twisting Aslan’s face in disgust. Once his finger was sufficiently wet, Lysian withdrew it from Aslan’s mouth.
She glanced at the saliva-covered finger and then slipped it deep inside her skirt.
“Mmm…”
Lysian inserted a finger into herself. Thanks to her earlier preparations, it slid in easily. Excited by the prospect of taking Aslan, she squeezed her fingers, and her wetness clung to them.
She inserted another finger. With two inside her, she could barely support her weight. Leaning against Aslan’s chest, her b****t rubbed against his n****e.
Lysian continued to widen herself, her body writhing and her breaths growing ragged near Aslan’s neck.
“Ugh, ah…”
Aslan was at his wit’s end.
His e***t member was right next to her v***a, yet he couldn’t penetrate her. The pre-c*m dripped from Lysian’s fingers onto his member, making it throb painfully. He desperately wanted to grab her hips and thrust into her, spreading her legs wide.
Noticing his struggle, Lysian nipped at his neck and said,
“Be still. It’s cute how eager you are, but don’t get out of hand, you naughty lion.”
*”…”
Aslan felt like a lovesick teenager experiencing his first time. Despite being a seasoned man, he was floundering like a novice with the virgin Lysian, his embarrassment mounting with each passing moment.
Lysian, who had been widening her inner walls by rubbing against Aslan, finally pushed her sweaty hair back over her shoulder. The line of her neck, revealed by the pink strands, whetted Aslan’s appetite.
“Alright, I think this is enough. Okay, Aslan. I’ll give you what you desire so much.”
With that, Lysian supported herself on Aslan with one hand and guided his e******n with the other. The swollen tip of his member met the moist, gaping entrance of her. Anticipation for what was to come made Aslan’s heart pound.
Slowly, Lysian lowered herself. Aslan’s member pushed deep into her, gradually parting her walls.
“Ugh…”
“Ah, huu…”
It was her first time taking a man. Struggling with the insertion, Lysian panted heavily. Though hidden by her skirt, the sensation was vivid.
Aslan’s member was swallowed whole, parting a path within her. Lysian sat astride his hips, wiping the beads of sweat from her brow.
Aslan felt like he was going insane.
The wet, soft, and sticky sensation of being engulfed was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Despite having countless women, this was entirely new. The pleasure of this novel sensation made him gasp for air.
After catching her breath, Lysian began to move slowly. She explored his length with slow, deliberate strokes, then increased the pace. Her hips swayed like a silver fish above him. Aslan managed to force out a few words.
“Ugh, Your, Your Majesty…”
“Call me Lysian, haven’t I told you?”
“Ly, Lysian. Lysian. Ugh, it feels so good.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Hmm, I can feel your heat inside me.”
She smiled mischievously, her violet eyes sparkling. Her pink lashes fluttered like flower petals.
Aslan was losing himself. Lysian’s body was consuming him, eclipsing all the other women he had known.
The fact that he was the first to mark the pristine body of a queen, someone he was technically at war with, was an intoxicating thrill. Despite being bound, he felt a strange sense of conquest.
