I Became the Emperor’s Sleeping Pill - Chapter 7 - R-18

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Lysei gasped, her body arching as Edin’s touch explored the sensitive landscape of her inner wall.

‘There,’ she thought. Edin pressed and circled the responsive spot, teasing the delicate flesh. Lysei’s back bowed, her hand, long since still, no longer held Edin’s p*nis. Instead, she moved her hips, grinding against his touch. Her eager response, surprising for a first time, further ignited Edin’s curiosity.

He reached out and circled a thumb over her peaked n*pple, sending a shiver through Lysei’s body. The sight was incredibly aro*sing. Though he enjoyed her straddling him, the urge to have her beneath him was overwhelming. With a strong hand, he grasped her waist and flipped her onto the bed.

Lysei’s eyes widened, her hand slipping from Edin’s p*nis as their positions abruptly shifted. Confusion flickered across her face as she looked up at him, now above her. Even this was aro*sing. Edin lowered his head, taking the n*pple he’d been teasing into his mouth.

“Ah…!”

Lysei’s fingers tangled in Edin’s fine blond hair.

‘Has anyone ever dared to touch the Emperor’s hair like this?’ she wondered. But Edin didn’t care. He was consumed by the desire to possess every part of this woman who so skillfully ignited his senses. The n*pple in his mouth swelled, its presence amplified. Edin flicked his tongue across it before drawing it deep inside, sucking hard. Lysei trembled. His hand moved to her other br*ast, kneading the flesh roughly before pinching and releasing the n*pple. Then, he rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger.

Lysei, caught in a whirlwind of sensation, moaned, her body writhing as her br*asts were worshipped by his mouth and hand. Suddenly, she reached up and grabbed Edin’s hair, pulling his head back. Edin’s jewel-like blue eyes darkened in surprise.

Lysei swallowed hard, captivated by the raw sensuality of Edin’s upturned face. “Your Majesty…” she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

She longed to spread her legs and urge him to take her, but this was her first time, and she wanted to savor the pleasure, to draw it out. Forcing the words past her dry throat, she made her request. “Touch me… down there.”

The words snapped the last thread of Edin’s control. He couldn’t resist. He dipped his head, capturing her moans with a kiss, his hand moving down to caress her s*x. Her wet folds pulsed, beckoning his touch. He slid a finger inside, and the already sensitized entrance tightened around him.

Edin stroked her, scraping his finger against the clenching walls. He deliberately grazed the hot flesh, sliding in and out, drawing high-pitched moans from Lysei’s parted lips.

Kissing, usually a perfunctory act performed at whim, wasn’t something Edin particularly enjoyed. Yet, Lysei’s moans, the way her lips moved against his, made it different. He usually took his pleasure quickly and carelessly, his encounters with countless Nyxna focused solely on his own gratification. The concept of s*x for his partner’s pleasure was foreign to him. He’d never been taught otherwise, never witnessed any other way. And since the Nyxna were always inexperienced, his encounters inevitably revolved around him.

But with Lysei, everything felt different. Even the kiss. She didn’t passively receive his tongue; she explored, teased, retreated, and returned, her small, soft tongue tangling with his. It was novel, exciting. Unlike the Nyxna who lay compliant and still, Lysei actively sought him, her tongue a captivating dance against his own. It was intoxicating. Edin tried to capture her tongue, pulling it deeper into his mouth, but she quickly nipped it with her teeth, preventing him and sucking hard.

“Hmm.” A breathy moan escaped Edin’s lips, a sound he’d never made while kissing, not once.

As Edin’s mind went blank, Lysei withdrew her tongue, unleashing the full force of her carefully honed kissing technique. She gently rubbed her tongue against his, then traced the outline of it with the tip, as if memorizing its shape.

A wave of pleasure, both ticklish and aro*sing, tightened Edin’s core. It had been a long time since he’d felt this. In the beginning, he’d craved the release, taking the Nyxna multiple times a day. But the act, born from insomnia, had become increasingly perfunctory, a duty performed for sleep. Eventually, he’d reached a point where the act was necessary but no longer pleasurable.