'!?'
Queen Astarra's cheeks flushed with a mix of fleeting feelings surging anger, but before she could retaliate, her body flinched as his hands wrapped around her back, tracing the white fabric of her dress as he grasped her possessively.
"What is the meaning of this?!!" Her lips parted to protest, and though her mind struggled to understand what he was doing, her mouth was now open under the hungry gaze of the man who seized the moment, instantly claiming her dewy lips in a fervent kiss.
"Mppffhh?!" Her muffled voice was all that remained beneath the sudden weight of his kiss.
thump thump
The Queen's already racing heartbeat stopped as she initially tried to pull back, but his tongue pushed into her mouth with insistence, seeking to conquer her reluctance.
"Umm...nhh," his hands began to explore her curves, fingers stretching downwards toward her rear before both hands gripped the peaks in their way.
"IEEKK~?!" Her body tensed with embarrassment and arousal as Akhil's hand moved boldly, molding her rear possessively and pressing her perky breasts against his chest.
The contrast of her pristine white wedding dress against the intensity of his touch sent a shiver down her spine.
"Mmmmmmh~!!", Despite her initial resistance, Astarra found herself glaring at the man as he assaulted her lips, not understanding what had just happened here considering it was Lysander who just kissed her.
Within a moment, she tried to summon her dominion, but under the effect of aphrodisiac, her body was melting down.
Slurp~
Her lips hurt, and her eyes became teary as she slowly loosened felt that due to the effect of her protease, her body was becoming more numb and hard to control even with her will.
"Mphhh....Hngh?!"
'....System, is establishing a connection the only way?' Akhil felt the plump softness in his palm while worrying if what he was doing was right. His hands tightened even more on Astarra's soft behind, molding it mercilessly.
Considering his memories of the future, if he didn't become strong and prepare for the upcoming hour when the holy knights would arrive, it was inevitable that he would be executed either by force or by betrayal.
So, it didn't matter to him even if he now became a lecherous monster.
[ Indeed, establishing a connection is the only way to first see the artifacts and then extract them. ]
"Mmgghh~?!"
He alternated between pressing and stretching her perky, plump backside outward with controlled force—her mature body causing his fingers to sink into her flesh, responding to the twitch in his crotch area.
Her lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against his own. He could feel the soft tickle of her haggard breath against his nose, her breasts expanding and relaxing as they pressed against his chest.
He could clearly feel the shape of her boobs, her tightened nipples beneath her bridal dress pressed on his firm chest, as his fingers caressed her voluptuous ass, the middle finger slowly making its way toward the center between both booty, trying to touch her Rosebud.
Lysanderic wasted no time.
'!'
With a firm grip, he lifted Astarra as though she weighed nothing.
"....HAhh..." Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried her toward the bed, her body trembling against his hardened chest.
She could feel the sculpted muscles of his torso, his six-pack abs firm and defined, each contour of his body a testament to years of rigorous sword practice.
The faint scars from battle lined his skin—marks of a man who lived by the blade.
His hands were rough, calloused from holding weapons, and yet they moved with surprising tenderness as they caressed her.
"W..wa..it!" Astarra's heart raced under the effect of drug—helpless and confused—as he threw her onto the bed, her back hitting the soft sheets with a a small bounce of her body.
Akhil, without a moment of hesitation, started to remove his clothes as if he knew that, within the whole empire, the artifact or strength that could save his kingdom was derived only from this woman.
Given her current condition, it was the best opportunity for him to claim it; otherwise, he would regret it.
If he survives this by becoming a wild animal and takes the revenge on those who will have destroyed him in the future of this life, then so be it.
The sharp lines of his jaw and the way his hair fell over his forehead made him look like a warrior out of a dream—and yet, it was his hands, those rough, battle-worn hands, which first streched towards her.
Astarra's body, soft and full, felt small beneath him, her curves filling out her delicate gown. Her flesh was pliable and inviting, given her mature build, not lacking in the slightest in the curvy, voluptuous features of hers.
She was a contrast to him—her skin smooth, without the callouses of a fighter, the plumpness of her hips and breasts.
Her heart raced as his already thin shirt fell to the floor, revealing his chiseled chest. Before she could respond, he reached for his belt, the sharp sound of the buckle sending a jolt through her already frazzled nerves.
"Th....is i..s m...ad....ness!" she spat, trying to push herself up, but her limbs felt weak, her mind hazy.
The aphrodisiac coursing through her veins made her body feel warm, her skin overly sensitive to every touch, every glance.
His hands gripped her thighs firmly, spreading her open as his body pressed against hers, the weight of him pinning her to the bed.
"Stay still," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
But her body couldn't obey—it twitched, arched, betrayed her at every turn.
Her lips parted in a soundless cry as he shifted, the rough fabric of his pants scraping against her sensitive skin.
Her dress was no barrier; it might as well have been made of mist.
His hands tore into it with a force that made her gasp, the fabric shredding easily under his grip.
Her breasts spilled free, the cool air hardening her nipples instantly.
"Beautiful," he muttered, his gaze devouring her like a starving man.
His hand covered one of her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh as his thumb rolled over the peak.
She whimpered, her voice barely more than a broken moan as her body quivered under his touch.
"Doesn't matter what you think right now," he growled, his other hand moving down, sliding beneath her hips to tilt her toward him. "Your body knows exactly what it needs."
Her thighs quivered as his fingers found the slickness pooling between them, the touch sending an electric jolt through her.