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  I had just finished drinking when Aslan appeared behind me. God, I could feel the heat of his body against me, which, needless to say, made my head feel a little light.

  Suddenly, he bent down and lifted me up in his arms. I gasped in confusion.

  “Aslan?” I asked.

  “It’s time for my dessert,” he said, which made my heart race.

  I licked my lips as he carried me toward the door. I asked, “Are…are you going to cuddle me again?”

  He nodded. “I’ve missed you, sweetheart.”

  I buried my face against his chest and said, “But I’m not prepared yet.”

  He chuckled. “There’s nothing to prepare for.”

  Well, I guess he was right. There was nothing for me to prepare for but still…

  In a mere moment, I found myself on his large bed, which was, as expected, very soft.

  I nervously watched him as he took off his jacket, which was followed by his white shirt.

  His upper torso bare, I simply stared at him in awe. Aslan had a beautiful body. He looked big and just hard everywhere, which was completely different from me. I couldn’t help myself and reached my hands out, my fingers touching his skin, which was smooth, and the muscles beneath, as expected, hard and toned.

  I licked my lips as my eyes strayed up to his masked face. I noted that his green eyes were glinting with a sort of passion that made my tummy flutter and my heart race.

  “Aslan,” I said softly. “Are you putting a spell on me again?”

  He chuckled as his masked face came toward me. He said, “I would never put a spell on you, darling.”

  “Then why do I feel like this?” I asked.

  “Like this?” he probed.

  “Like…I don’t know,” I mumbled. God, it was simply too hard to explain my feelings right then. I didn’t know why, but I simply wanted to touch and caress his body. Not to mention the heat within me, it became alive again, like it had the last time Aslan had cuddled me, back when we had first met.

  I was still touching and feeling his chest when Aslan caught my wrists, stopping me in my tracks. I shifted my gaze to look up at him in question.

  He said, “Let me show you how caressing is done, sweetheart.”

  “Oh,” I expressed. Was that what I was doing? Caressing him?

  Aslan moved onto the bed and pulled me into his arms, my back against his massive chest and me between his legs. Once again, the moment I was intimately close to him, I felt his thing—hard and warm—poking against my lower back. So, it was signifying to me that Aslan was pleased with me, then.

  I made myself comfortable in his embrace as I tried to ignore his poking organ behind me. And without further ado, Aslan expertly undid the flimsy material that was tied behind my neck, peeling it away from my body and revealing my bare breasts.

  I gasped the moment I was exposed and reacted by covering my front with my arms.

  Aslan gently touched my arms and said, “Relax, Lilly.”

  I raised my eyes to him and asked, “Must you take my clothes off to caress me?”

  “Yes, sweetheart,” he said. “It’s part of the process.”

  I relaxed and reluctantly moved my arms away from my chest. Aslan immediately took over and cupped both my breasts in his large, warm hands.

  “They’re perfect in my hands,” he said.

  I had to nod in agreement with that statement.

  “This is how you do caressing, love,” he said, and then began stroking my flesh gently.

  I licked my lips as I watched him demonstrate, lightly touching and caressing me. Then he started playing with my nipples, rubbing the little buds between his fingers and thumbs simultaneously, then pinching them, and then rubbing them again until they turned hard.

  I groaned as my body shook in reaction to the enthralling sensations coursing through me.

  “Does it feel good?” he asked darkly, his hot voice near my ear.

  I nodded, as my body—which was hot and weak—melted against him. I snuggled my face against his bare chest as I enjoyed the delight of his touch on my flesh, my voice softly groaning out as he continued to cherish me. When I thought that I’d go insane with his caressing, he stopped, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my gown down my legs.

  In a mere moment I was naked, except for my panties. But of course, those didn’t get to stay on me for long either. Aslan hooked his finger around the side and gently slid them down my limbs.

  Now I was utterly naked, and I unconsciously closed my legs, for decency’s sake, obviously. Unsurprisingly, Aslan wouldn’t have any of that, and urged me by guiding me to spread my legs apart for him.

  I was too weak to resist him, and the moment he got me where he wanted me, he placed his warm palm against the flesh of my womanhood. The moment our skin made contact, I gasped out loud, my body shivered in heat.

  It just felt so good when he touched me there.

  “You’re already this wet,” he said in amusement.

  My face flushed hot in reaction, because I felt like I shouldn’t be “this wet” with just him playing havoc with my breasts and nipples. At least, his amused tone implied to me so.

  “Well, I’m sorry I’m already like this,” I stammered. “But it’s your fault for putting a spell on me.”

  He chuckled. “Playing the blaming game, are we?” he asked rhetorically, as he inserted one finger into me.

  I gasped loudly as I squeezed my eyes shut, my body tightening at his finger invading me.

  “Naughty girl,” he said, thrusting it into me deeply until he couldn’t go any farther.

  I writhed against him as my whole body shook in uncontrolled pleasure.

  “Fuck, your pussy is tight around my finger,” he said as he slid it in and out of me, as if teasing me.

  “Ohh…” I groaned softly in response.

  “Are you feeling good, sweet Lilly?”

  I nodded my head in the positive. “Good…” I managed to murmur. “It feels…very…good.”

  “That’s good,” Aslan said, chuckling. “Your pussy is so hot, darling.”

  Despite that my whole body was buzzing with this beautiful sensation from Aslan’s touches, I still managed to register the word pussy.

  Pussy?

  “What’s pussy?” I asked. “My pussy?”

  Aslan pulled his finger out and then pressed his palm once again on my womanhood. He said, “This is your pussy, darling. And it’s hot and aching for me, for my cock.”

  I blinked. So, my womanhood was a pussy. And Aslan’s cock? What was that?

  As if he understood my silent query, Aslan wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me against him, for me to really feel him. And indeed, I did feel him, especially his rock-hard thing poking against me.

  Then it hit me. Oh!

  I turned slightly to him and found myself boldly touching his thing. Despite that it was beneath his pants, I could still feel the hotness against my hand.

  “Your cock?” I asked as I raised my eyes to him.

  “Oh, my fucking lord,” Aslan expressed. “You’re so fucking adorable, Lilly.”

  I smiled at the compliment.

  “Who the hell taught you how to be so fucking bold and adorable and enticing?”

  I shook my head. “No one.” It was pure instinct, I supposed.

  Aslan leaned his masked face toward me, and with his forehead resting against mine, he asked, “Would you like to touch it?”

  I was hesitant for moment and then nodded as I licked my lips in anticipation. “Yes,” I said. “I…I would like to touch it, like you’ve touched me.”

  “Fuck,” he said darkly. “If this keeps going, I might just expire before the night is over.”

  I hadn’t a clue what he meant, but I quite looked forward to caressing his cock.

  As Aslan undid his pants, I watched closely, and when the little beast sprang out, I felt my body squirm at just the sight of it.

  It was sticking up prominently
, enticing me. With hands that were a little shaky, I touched it.

  It was hot and hard. Rock-hard.

  “Wrap your hands around it, darling,” Aslan instructed.

  I nodded and wrapped both hands around his cock, and doing just this, I felt my pussy aching and burning in excitement in response.

  “Now, rub it up and down,” he commanded softly.

  I licked my dry lips again, and nodded. Then I began rubbing the cock up and down per instruction. The more I rubbed, the harder and hotter Aslan’s cock became.

  “Good girl,” Aslan said. I noted that he was breathless.

  Aslan was breathless because I was caressing his cock. Amused, I rubbed harder and faster, and Aslan growled out loudly, “Fuck!”

  I giggled, feeling my own body growing hotter and getting even more enthralled when I saw his reaction. I didn’t know why this excited me, but it did, and I wanted more. I tightened my hands around his cock as I rubbed, and Aslan became even more breathless. He said, “It feels so fucking good, darling.”

  I enthusiastically continued with my caressing of his cock until Aslan wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled my hand away. He said, “That’s enough, sweetheart. I don’t want to come before I can fuck you.”

  I raised my eyes to him and asked, “Come? Fuck?”

  He pulled me to him and then we both fell onto the bed, me on top of him. He said, “Fuck is when I put my cock into your pussy, which will make us feel good together. Come is when…” He chuckled. “It’s hard to explain but you’ll see what I mean when I tell you I’m about to come.”

  I licked my lips as I nodded my head.

  Aslan flipped me under him then and as he guided me to spread my legs apart for him, I weakly obeyed. Then, when I felt the hotness and hardness of his cock being inserted into my pussy, I groaned softly in satisfaction.

  “Your pussy feels wonderful, darling,” he said as he started moving.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck as he thrust in and out of me. He was slow at first, taking his time, and then he became faster and harder.

  “Ohh…Aslan…” I whispered his name softly, between breaths. “It feels so good…”

  “Then I’m glad,” he said with a chuckle.

  I tightened my arms around his neck as he continued to move above me, driving into me.

  “This is lovemaking, sweetheart,” he said.

  I gazed up at him and said, “You’re making love to me?”

  He nodded. “Us—doing this—is lovemaking. I’m fucking you right now. Say ‘please fuck me harder, Aslan.’”

  I tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but it was difficult, what with him driving me mindless like this, thrusting in and out of me so ruthlessly.

  I licked my dry lips and asked, “What? I…I can’t think, Aslan.”

  He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted the bottom half of my body up slightly. In this new position, I could feel his cock even deeper inside me, which aroused my body even more with this electrifying sensation. Then Aslan started thrusting in and out of me again, his cock going in deeper than before, which made me feel so full inside.

  “Say, ‘please fuck me harder,’” he instructed.

  I groaned loudly and breathlessly as he continued to tease, torture, and command me to say those words.

  Mindlessly, I grabbed the goose-feather pillow above me and hugged it tightly in my arms as I snuggled my face against it. God, I couldn’t take control of my own body as Aslan continued to lovingly fuck me.

  Thud, thud, thud…went the sound of his cock fucking me, and with each thrust, I became even more mindless with pleasure. With each thrust, I felt like I was going to die if he were to stop his ruthless lovemaking.

  “Aslan,” I groaned out softly. “Please…” I swallowed hard and wetted my lips as I buried my face against the pillow. “Please…fuck me harder.”

  I heard a chuckle and then he said, “My pleasure, sweetheart.”

  And indeed, he did fuck me harder, and even more…faster. He was driving into me, so forcefully and powerfully that I cried out.

  “Are you about to come, Lilly?” he asked as he thrust, driving his cock deep into me so hard and so fast and with so much force I felt as though he’d break me apart.

  I nodded my head as I shut my eyes, feeling like every star in the night sky was about to burst and explode before my eyes.

  “Yes,” I cried out in pleasure. “Yes, I’m about to come, Aslan.”

  Just as I said that, Aslan moved slightly, lifted one of my legs up so that it rested on his shoulder, and then he continued to fuck me hard and fast again, and I screamed because his fucking felt so beautiful and powerful, and I just couldn’t help or control myself. I was so far gone in pleasure.

  “I’m coming, Aslan,” I screamed out breathlessly. Then my whole body tensed tightly and pleasure sensations overrode me, my mind going completely blank as an electrifying emotion erupted through me, leaving me in a state of ecstasy.

  God, I just felt so good.

  Once I had come, I relaxed and collapsed back, breathless and dazed. Aslan came up to me, resting his weight on his elbows, as he gazed down at me.

  He said, “You came, love.”

  I nodded my head. “I…I came,” I said, smiling up at him.

  “Now then,” he said. “Time for round two.”

  I blinked, still obviously dazed and breathless. I said, “But I already came.”

  He chuckled. “Who said you can’t come again?” he said. “In fact, we can make love as much as we like, and you can come as many times as you like. And, of course, I still haven’t come, yet.” He caught my wrist and guided me until I felt him down there. Indeed, his cock was still rock-hard and very hot.

  “When I come, this little beast will go limp, back to its normal self,” he explained.

  “Oh,” I said, nodding my head in understanding. “Then I’ll make you feel good and come, too.” I even grinned in delight at the thought of making him lose himself like he had made me.

  “I’m looking forward to it,” he said, his tone dark. And without further ado, he moved and made me sit on top of him, inserting his erected beast into me at the same time.

  I groaned softly in pleasure again the moment our flesh came into contact.

  “See? You’re eager and ready to go for round two,” he teased, which made me blush hotly.

  I unconsciously popped one finger into my mouth as he started caressing and stroking my breasts and nipples again. Then I started moving on top of him.

  The Man Behind the Beast

  The heat against my body was getting too hot and unbearable for my liking, and I automatically shifted away from the source of that heat, rolling over and flopping myself onto the other side of the large bed, where coolness resided. Still with my eyes closed, I sighed pleasurably, spreading my hands out against the silk sheets. Of course, my comfort was short-lived when I felt a strong, thick, muscular arm around my waist a moment later, and then just like that, I was pulled back again into the hotness of Aslan’s tight embrace.

  My eyes fluttered open and I found that my face and body were once again squished against his massive, bare chest and body. I wiggled myself to loosen this tight hug on me, and once I managed that, I then raised myself and propped on my elbow as I, for the first time, really looked at the beast.

  In his sleep, I sensed that he was fully relaxed, not only in his physical form but in his inner power as well. It was as though he was in a state of equilibrium. I could feel that his qi, which was a bright color of the sun, was at peace. Of course, I had no idea how I could have known or felt his powerful qi, but I just did.

  I cocked my head to one side as I marveled at his muscular chest and arms, and at that belly, which was very toned and had those ridged-like packs. I noted that there were eight of them. I didn’t know why I loved touching them.

  I raised my gaze to Aslan’s masked face and leaned closer to look. Gently and lightly as a feather, I touc
hed the mask, feeling the material against my skin. It was hard, obviously, and I wondered what material it was made from. Porcelain, perhaps? Yes, it felt like porcelain, smooth and cool to the touch.

  I marveled at the design of that demonic mask, noting the beast-like structure of the snouted nose, tiger-like eyes, growling, snarling mouth, and the protruding fangs. Then there were those red and gold lines and symbols, in whirls and circles, with scripts so small and intricate that I couldn’t even read them. Of course, it was in a language I didn’t know as well.

  I leaned over slightly to check the side of the mask, to figure out how it sat so perfectly on Aslan’s face, even when he was sleeping. Surely it would slip when he moved about, because he was obviously shifting about quite a bit last night. I felt him doing so, after all, and surely, the mask would have slipped?

  Strings. There had to be strings that were attached to the mask and tied around to the back of his head.

  I inspected closely. No. There were no strings. But how? It looked as though the mask was permanently attached to Aslan’s face, by magic.

  Suddenly, I felt Aslan’s hand tighten around my waist, and then I was moved over. In a mere moment, I found myself on top of the beast, my naked body intimately against his.

  “Like what you see?” the beast asked in a teasing tone. When he opened his eyes, I was mesmerized.

  His eyes, they always fascinated me.

  I smiled and greeted, “Good morning, Aslan. You were squishing me last night; do you know that? I don’t think I can handle sharing a bed with you.”

  He laughed, his voice rumbling out from deep within his chest. Once he stopped, he said cheekily, “Well, you’ll have to get used to that, won’t you, darling.”

  I pulled my face and asked, “Does that mean I have to share a bed with you often?”

  “Of course, sweetheart,” he said. “Now lean over and kiss me.”

  I cocked my head to one side. Kiss him?

  He must have understood my silent query because he said, “My lips. Or rather, my sneering open mouth of the mask.”

  I giggled. “Why would I want to kiss that?”

  “Because it’s a morning greeting between us you’ll have to get used to, sweetheart.”