Your Majesty is Annoying!

It felt dangerous.

An intuitive sense of crisis came up and warned Medea. If she continued to taste this pleasure, she would be a slave to lust and not wake up– falling into carnal desires.

Rather than getting what she wants and using her body as bait like today, she will live a life struggling with pleasure while Lyle wielded her as he likes… … .

‘Uh? I think that sounds good too… … . Oh, no! Wake up! Medea!’

Medea shook her head violently, trying to resume reason that would soon collapse in pleasure.

Then she looked at Lyle, thumping into her ass.

“Hick, ah, ah… … . Please, Your Majesty… … . Stop, ah, ah… … . Ah… … .”

“Stop, What? … … Why?”

Medea was distracted when Lyle, who had slowed his back for a moment, inquired.

What am I saying? Stop because it feels so good for you to put it me?

Medea appealed to Lyle, with her face dyed red.

“Ahhh…. Now, the stimulation is too big… … Sire, I think I will die. so… … Stop in this state… … . Later, after using the antidote…….”

“Cute Millie… … . There is no such thing as an antidote.”

Lyle said to Medea, with a beautiful face full of obscene laughter.

The absence of an antidote was not shown in the novel, so Medea was puzzled.

“What?”

“This medicine is made by the Suin tribe who live across the eastern continent. It was difficult just to get it, so I couldn’t have found a way to make the antidote.”

Medea was lost in thought after Lyle’s whispers.

“My lovely Millie …. Do you know how you look when you feel it?”

Whispering softly, Lyle grasped her breasts covered in aphrodisiac that had now become transparent.

Medea was embarrassed because that touch alone twisted her whole body with desire.

“I know that you are feeling it, that you are holding on to me and enjoying it. I will never let go… …”

Whispering, Lyle began to move his waist.

Medea was dizzy with the torrent of pleasure that swarmed her.

Oh, no…… !

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“Ahhhh, Ugnnhh!… … . Ahah… … . sire… …”

The woman, trapped between his strong arms, trembled. As if she couldn’t stand it, Medea wiggled, bursting out with sweet sighs.

“Please… … . stop… … . Stop, please… … . Yes, oh yes!… … . Oh I’m going crazy… … . Ahhhh!”

Lyle, who was massaging and licking Medea’s breasts, moved his penis into her again and melted Medea’s reason.

Medea orgasmed over and over again, slumping in Lyle’s arms.

When the aphrodisiac effect was thoroughly exerted, the feeling of insertion alone was about to make her climax.

In the meantime, Medea couldn’t come to her senses as he filled her up and stimulated her.

She cried and tasted the climax dozens of times, but Lyle did not let Medea go. It was also difficult to stay alert because the aphrodisiac was faithfully exerted.

“Haaa… . Millie… … .”

“Yes……. Hugnhh… … . I don’t want it anymore… …. There, uh…… melting, Ahhhh!”

Medea struggled, not knowing what she was saying.

Lyle pulled the ankle of Medea, trying to run away, pistoning into her. He couldn’t stand it; Medea was cute and intolerable, who whimpered every time he filled her up and moved his back.

“I would have punished you if you were whining… …”

Whispering, Lyle grabbed Medea’s wrist and pressed her onto the bed.

As he pressed her gasping lips with his lips and sucked on her softly, Medea cooed with pleasure even in the middle of wailing.

‘What a cutie.’

When Lyle moved his waist, she struggled again, but even that movement was becoming her pleasure.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Your Majesty, again… … . Ah… … . I can’t stand it… … . Ugh, Your Majesty… … !”

“Not yet, no. Ha… … . If you go without permission, tomorrow… … . Ugh… … . All day long, I’ll be putting it in… … “

Lyle warned, pushing in his penis hard.

Lyle continued to covet Medea with the excuse that he wouldn’t do it all day if she didn’t reach her limit before he allowed it.

Medea cried and sobbed as she was immersed in pleasure and unable to think rationally.

“No, no… … . Ahhh! Ohhhh! It feels so good… … . I feel so good! Aaahhhh… … . More… … !”

The body, suffering from sweet pleasure, reached its climax shortly. Lyle ecstatic, thrilled by her shrinking wet flesh, and pushed Medea into greater ecstasy.

“Ahhhh, Haaa, ah… … ! Sire… … . Your Majesty, aang… … .”

“Call me Lyle… … . Huuun… …”

Whispering, Lyle groped and explored Medea from head to toe. He was imprinting on her, gaining momentum, and wouldn’t leave a single hair unturned.

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