I Became the Emperor’s Sleeping Pill - Chapter 52

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Whatever the reason, the unfamiliar intensity of the pleasure still left her legs trembling. She slowly lifted her head and glanced out the window. The sun hadn’t set yet, but the reddish hue suggested it was approaching evening. Noticing Edin’s absence, she sat up, a pang of sadness hitting her.

She had brought him here to rest, but it seemed she was the one who had slept. Had he left without a word due to some urgent matter? She slipped on her robe, a sense of melancholy settling over her as she swung her legs to the floor. A sudden, sharp pain shot through her back, forcing a groan from her lips. They had only made love once, hadn’t they? Why was the pain so intense? Had he continued while she was unconscious? Puzzled, she slowly made her way towards the bathroom.

“Ha…ah…fu…Sei…ugh…”

Reaching the bathroom door, Lysei stopped, her ears straining to believe what she was hearing. Edin’s voice, the voice she thought belonged to a man back in the Imperial Palace, was coming from inside the bathroom. And it was laced with a distinctly arovsed groan. Could it be? She cautiously reached for the doorknob, slowly opening the door. There he was, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, stroking himself. The sight of him mastvrbating was unexpected. She hadn’t imagined the Emperor, a man bound by duty and circumstance to Nyxna, would ever need to resort to such an act. She’d heard that s3x and mastvrbation were different, but seeing it firsthand was…novel.

“Ha…fu…Sei…”

“Yes?” Lysei answered, pushing the bathroom door open wider as Edin’s name slipped from his lips again. Startled, he looked up, his eyes wide with surprise, almost childlike.

“What are you doing?”

“…You’re awake…?” Despite the awkwardness and his obvious fluster, his voice remained remarkably calm.

“Was I that bad?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course not.”

“Then why are you doing this here, alone? Such a waste of time.”

“…I couldn’t very well satisfy myself with you unconscious.” Ah, so he hadn’t been satisfied.

“You could have woken me.”

“I didn’t want to.”

Lysei gazed at Edin’s hand still wrapped around his e******n. “So you couldn’t finish because of me?”

“.…”

“Shall I help you?” she offered, walking towards him.

The sensation of his length filling her warm, wet mouth was intoxicating. The sight of Lysei on her knees, pleasuring him, was equally so. Deep groans rumbled in Edin’s chest. Even though this wasn’t their first time, it felt different. For both of them. Lysei’s jaw ached as his e******n grew within her mouth, but she had no desire to stop.

She watched his face, gauging his pleasure, as she tightened her grip, then released, sucking him back in again and again. Her lips grazed his length, her tongue pressing and licking. Her hand gently massaged his t*******s, adding to his pleasure. She sucked on the tip, swirling her tongue around the crown before flicking it into the slit.

“Haah…” A delicious moan escaped Edin’s lips.

Encouraged, Lysei took him deeper, all the way to the back of her throat. Edin’s hands came up to cradle her head, the touch gentle and considerate despite his obvious need. She slowly, deliberately, drew him back out, repeating the motion.

Unable to bear it any longer, Edin gripped her arms and pulled her up, settling her on his lap. His er3ction, still slick from her ministrations, twitched against her thigh. As good as this felt, she preferred the feeling of him inside her. As if reading her mind, his lips found hers, and she instinctively opened to receive his tongue. Their swollen lips met, already bruised from their earlier kisses. Tongues tangled, creating a symphony of wet, needy sounds.

“You haven’t finished yet,” Lysei murmured, pulling back slightly.

Edin placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I can finish myself.” His voice was thick with desire.

Lysei’s hand instinctively went to his er3ction. His soft groan told her how much he was holding back. “I want you,” she whispered. “Inside me.”

Edin’s eyes flickered. “You don’t have to. I can take care of this.” The thought of this man, who likely had never had to pleasure himself before, showing such consideration for her, made her heart swell with affection.

She pulled his head down, pressing her lips against his. “I can’t take care of this myself.”