I Became the Emperor’s Sleeping Pill - Chapter 8 - R-18

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The kiss from Lysei was a profound shock. No woman had ever dared to twine her tongue with his, to rub and writhe against it, to suck it painfully and then soothe it with a gentle lick. Even less, to nip at it so playfully. It was a kiss unlike any he had ever experienced. The tingling, maddeningly ticklish pleasure that surged through him from a mere kiss was a novel sensation.

But that was the limit. His already fully engorged p*nis throbbed relentlessly, demanding entrance. An emperor wasn’t taught restraint. There were times he had to do things he didn’t want to, but never had he had to refrain from something he desired. So, naturally, he followed his instinct. He withdrew the fingers exploring her and nudged his tip against her entrance.

Suddenly, Lysei broke the kiss and pushed against his chest. Unwilling to end the kiss, Edin dipped his head, trying to recapture her lips with his own. But Lysei’s palm pressed against his mouth, preventing him from reaching her. Rejected for the first time, Edin stared at her, bewildered.

“Your Majesty.”

“….”

“That’s not how it’s done.” Lysei’s brow furrowed slightly as she spoke.

Edin was taken aback. No Nyxna had ever dared speak to him this way. No one had ever taught him how, no one had ever explained what was right. He had simply followed his instincts, colliding bodies. He had become afflicted with a need to take a Nyxna’s body to sleep, and they had become nothing more than sleeping pills, the act itself far removed from pleasure or play.

Yet today, with Lysei, he felt the same excitement he had experienced during his first time. The painful hardness of his er*ction, the thrilling sensation of the kiss, both were firsts.

But his lovemaking was wrong? Lysei’s words, telling him it shouldn’t be done that way, made his eyes flicker with uncertainty. He might have honed his technique with countless Nyxnas, but it was all for his own satisfaction. He was clumsy with foreplay, inept at waiting.

‘I’ll have to teach him properly,’ Lysei thought. The s*x scenes between Edin and the heroine weren’t supposed to be tender or affectionate, given the dark nature of the novel, but she wasn’t the heroine. S*x should be mutually pleasurable, shouldn’t it? Even if she was the emperor’s sleeping pill, she wasn’t going to service him in bed.

There were still months before the heroine appeared, and during that time, she would have to continue being Edin’s Nyxna while sampling other men. She had no intention of enduring his inconsiderate lovemaking. ‘I’ll have to correct his bad habits now so that when he’s with the heroine, he can be a tender and considerate lover.’

She had taught a few younger, inexperienced men about s*x in the past, and it had been rather enjoyable. Of course, with the emperor, her usual methods probably wouldn’t work. Still, until the heroine arrived, she was his s*x partner, so she decided to actively change his habits, starting with teaching him consideration.

“Before you thrust something that large into someone, you need to prepare them. Take your time, a lot of time, and be very thorough.”

“….”

“If you just shove it in like that, you could tear them.”

Lysei’s words gave Edin pause. He remembered. A Nyxna bleeding, torn. At first, he hadn’t realized the blood was from a tear. Nyxnas always bled the first time. But this one had bled so much that it soaked the sheets even after he’d fallen asleep. She had been treated and compensated the next day, then sent away. He had vaguely sensed it was his fault, but without the concept of preparation, he hadn’t truly understood.

“So you want me to keep stretching you with my fingers?” Touching and kissing Lysei, feeling her hands on him, stroking his p*nis, was intensely pleasurable. But ultimately, he needed the release of penetration. His aching, throbbing p*nis couldn’t wait any longer.

“Yes, you need to be very thorough….”

“I can’t wait any longer.” Edin cut her off, his brow furrowed.

‘I knew this wouldn’t be easy,’ Lysei thought. His p*nis, already difficult to grasp in one hand, had swollen alarmingly during their kiss. But she wasn’t ready. If he forced himself on her now, the pain would outweigh the pleasure, and s*x with this incredibly handsome man would become an unpleasant memory. Lysei pondered how to persuade this impatient emperor to prepare her.

“Your Majesty.”

An idea sparked, a way for both of them to find pleasure.

“Speak.”