"Hmm... ... . Your Majesty, did you cough?"

The sun was shining through the elegant purple silk curtain.

Medea, who had been entangled in bed with Lyle, woke up to a familiar voice and opened her eyes.

"Your Majesty, may I go in?"

"May I?"

Medea's gaze quickly scanned over a wide bed that would allow five or six people to roll over.

Lyle, who was sucking and sucking on Medea's chest over the hem of her negligee yesterday, had ripped it apart to get better access and ravage her... One piece here, another part there. It was scattered in pieces. Next to the bed were the robes and pajamas that Lyle had thrown off... Sperm and traces of love .

"No! You can't come in! Never come in!"

Medea exclaimed when she came to her senses; a moment of silence passed over the far-off door.

"Okay, Your Majesty. I won't go far, so if you need anything, please call me."

Adrenaline had rushed through her body, waking her up completely. Medea, who sensed the maid leaving the door, released a breath in relief and wished She didn't want anyone to see her in this shape...

'What the...'

Medea grinded her teeth and glared at the blissfully sleeping Lyle sleeping who was hugging her waist.

'Why is he so energetic! Besides, why is his technique so good? —And I never refused! There... ... Not four or five times, you did eight times. Is he human? Even though he did that, his body is amazing.'

Medea shuddered in shame and slapped Lyle in the arm.

"Oye, you have a political meeting! Wake up!"

"Ummm... ..."

Even his low moaning voice was so pleasant to hear, Medea got goosebumps. Medea attempted to wiggle out of Lyle's arms and away from his chest. The arm holding her waist wasn't released and instead he tightened his hold on her putting her right against his chest.....

'Umm? How pretty... ...'

It seems that she have never touched Lyle's chest directly, even if she hugged Lyle's neck or hung it from his shoulder or he hugged her many times.

'Oh... ...'

Lyle gently opened his eyes and looked at Medea, regarding and touching his chest with admiration. There was a little redness on his neat face.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm touching your chest?"

She said it matter-of-factly as if it was natural without even an ounce of agitation.

Lyle glared at Medea.

"Did I say it okay to grope the Emperor's chest like that without permission?"

"Your Majesty has also touched my chest—Oh!"

Both wrists belonging to the hands touching Lyle's chest were held in one hand and pressed above her head.

When Medea looked at Lyle, with a confused look about his intentions, Lyle smiled and said, "It's forbidden to touch me because it tickles."

"Is that a law?! Hahaha... ... . No, I'll touch you too!... ... . Oh! Your Majesty is touching me now... ..."

Lyle rubbed Medea's breast with one hand, his other hand restricting her wrists.

Lyle laughed meanly, teasing her tight nipples with his fingers.

"If you think it's unfair, then try to escape on your own."

'What do you mean? You're too strong!'

Despite Medea's indignant expression, Lyle was buried his face in her breasts, fooling around. Although he felt good about biting and sucking up a standing nipple with his lips, Lyle's suspicious behavior seemed to be angry.

"Ah!"

"Millie... ... You want to try to escape on your own?"

With an innocent face, Medea pressed Lyle's penis with her knees. If there was a little more distance between the two, she would have done it with her feet.

"Impertinent... ."

He said that, but there was no anger or bite in his tone.

Medea cleverly rubbed Lyle's penis with her legs. Embarrassed Lyle hurriedly released her waist and tried to create distance, but then she fondled him with her feet.

"Really... !"

In a hurry, Lyle's eyes, who released Medea's wrists, grazed a sore expression. When Medea escaped him with delight, Lyle grabbed Medea's ankle.

"You bastard! Eh, wait! Wha?"

Lyle spread Medea's legs apart, pushed his fingers through her entrance. Since they had been active until dawn, there was still a lot of liquid and smoothly accepted two of Lyle's fingers.

"You unruly tomboy!"

"Hah! Huh! Aang, ahhh! Lyle!"

Relentless fingers stabbed Medea's sensitive spots; she freaked out and tried to get out from under Lyle.

"Ahhhh! Argh! Oh no!"

She was barely able to turn and tried to crawl forward, but that was what Lyle intended. Quickly, Lyle, who put Medea's hips against his side, began to crave another area with his fingers.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah! Ugh! Ahhhh! No!"

Medea, who was caught by her waist, struggling, slammed and jiggled her ass.

As Medea looked back, Lyle's finger broke through the crack.

"Huh, ah!"

He bent his finger like a hook and stirred it as if digging inside, and a spark broke out in front of her eyes.

When Medea reached her wailing climax, Lyle touched her convulsing interior and continued to tease her wet flower.

"Ah, ah....... stop....... There, Aang!"

"Will you never put your foot on the Emperor's place again?"