The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 39

Aslan opened his mouth to retort, but at that moment, the tip of his member slipped perfectly into Lysian’s entrance. His words died in his throat.

Aslan’s member slid smoothly into Lysian’s wet interior. The sticky sensation against his shaft made him moan.

“Mmm…”

Lysian moaned softly.

Aslan’s handcuffed arm tensed, his muscles bulging. Sweat soaked through his clothes.

Lysian’s b******s pressed against Aslan’s g***n. Her rounded b******s and thighs wrapped around his hard hips, completely enclosing his member. Aslan gasped for air. His throat was parched.

Lysian began to slowly move her hips up and down. Aslan could only let out rough moans with each thrust.

It had been a while since he had been the passive one. Aslan was eager and impatient.

Lysian, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying the situation. Seeing the Black Lion, who led the charge in battle, panting beneath her was always exciting. However, maintaining the movement for so long was tiring.

Lysian placed her hand on Aslan’s abs and leaned forward. She swayed her hips rhythmically, lost in pleasure. A tingling sensation spread from her lower body to the rest of her body. Pleasure overwhelmed her. The feeling of his member rubbing against her walls and the tip pressing against her cervix was incredibly pleasurable.

“Ah, ugh, ah! Ugh!”

“Ugh, mmm…”

Lysian pulled Aslan’s face towards hers and kissed him. Their tongues entangled as they moaned.

“Lysian…”

Unable to hold back any longer, Aslan released his climax deep inside Lysian. The thick, warm sensation filled her, igniting a fire in her belly. The pleasure surged through her spine. She arched her back, her throat working.

“Ah, ahhh!”

Lysian’s body trembled as she climaxed. Aslan’s dark chest was marked with her handprints.

Lysian remained curled up on Aslan, catching her breath.

Her body, which had been so excited, now felt limp. She could feel Aslan’s breath on the top of her head. She rested her ear against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Feeling safe and secure, Lysian slowly got up. The evidence of their climax was a sticky mess between them.

Lysian pushed her pink, sweaty hair behind her ear. She took a deep breath and then uncuffed Aslan.

Aslan rubbed his now-free wrist. Lysian adjusted her clothes. She looked as if she hadn’t just been straddling a man and had him beneath her.

Lysian sat on the wooden bed where Aslan had been lying. She didn’t seem to mind that it was dirty.

As the Queen of Florea, she never wore the same dress twice. Perhaps the same would be true for this emerald green dress that was now so wrinkled.

Aslan got up awkwardly, pulled up his pants, and fastened his belt. His clothes were already a mess from lying on the prison bed, but after rolling around on the floor, they were completely covered in dirt. As he brushed off the dust, he noticed the traces of their intimate encounter on the floor. Feeling slightly embarrassed, he tried to hide the evidence by kicking up more dirt with his shoes.

Lysian watched him adjust his clothes with a knowing look. Feeling watched and slightly teased, Aslan quickly turned away. But he was forced to look back when Lysian asked a question.

“Come to think of it, what did Prince Kaplan do wrong that you beat him up so badly?” she asked casually.