The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1065 - 164 - Snowstorm (6)

Her lips curved into that mischievous grin—one that always meant trouble was coming. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

That smile alone told me what she was thinking. She definitely came here planning to tempt me. She was absolutely ready to pull every cheap trick in the book.

The challenge was technically void already anyway. If we wanted to have sex, nothing could really stop us. But she wanted to wait until the snowstorm passed. She didn’t want to enjoy herself while her people were out there getting battered by the storm. I understood that. And she understood that I understood. That’s why we were both humoring each other.

"I don’t really mind," I said.

"Fufufu. I’m glad," she said softly.

She approached me slowly, her steps light and almost floating. As she came closer, her figure became even clearer. The moonlight streaming through the window wrapped around her petite frame, highlighting her curves and soft skin. Even though she was small, there was absolutely nothing childish about her. Her body was flawless—smooth, firm, and alluring enough to make anyone stare.

She looked sexy as hell. Too sexy for my current weakened, horny condition.

"Oh my... You seem rather curious, Leon."

Her eyes drifted downward.

She definitely noticed the tent in my pants. My dick wasn’t even trying to hide how desperately it wanted her.

"You really are an interesting fellow, Leon," she said with that familiar, mischievous smirk curling on her lips, the kind of smirk that made it look like she knew more than she should, and enjoyed every second of holding that advantage. Her eyes lingered on me with that same amused glimmer she always wore—half playful, half curious, and fully confident—as if she were watching some rare creature perform tricks purely for her entertainment. "I have never met any man like you... or a person, in general. I think you are one of a kind."

Her words carried this strange mix of teasing and sincerity, like she was throwing a compliment at me but trying really hard not to sound like she cared too much. And somehow, that just made it even more obvious that she did care.

"You seem rather kind of smitten with the words you just said," I replied with my own smirk, mirroring her energy. "Are those really okay for the Queen to say?"

"It’s fine," she answered without missing a beat. "I mean, I am the Queen after all. I can do anything that I want."

She said it casually, like she was stating her favorite color and not the authority of an entire race. But then again, that was part of her charm. The confidence she had wasn’t loud or overbearing—it was just naturally there, the same way a mountain didn’t need to announce that it was tall.

Well, I guess that was only natural. A queen held power—real, tangible power—and with that came the freedom to do whatever she pleased. Even going tyrannical was an option if she really wanted to, though obviously that was one of those incredibly stupid ideas you’d never want to try unless you were actively hunting for a rebellion. But still, the point stood: a queen could do anything she wanted, including teasing me in bed like this.

I shifted a bit, scooting over to give her some space. Not that there was much space to give. The bed wasn’t exactly built for two adults who weren’t trying to keep their bodies apart. In fact, the gap between us was laughably small—so small that if she scooted even an inch closer, we’d practically be glued together. And then at that point, hugging her would be the only logical move. Not that I’d complain.

"Fufufufu, this is kind of fun," she giggled—a soft, feminine sound that made her seem far more innocent than her words indicated. "I’ve never been with anyone together in bed. You are the first, Leon."

She said it with this adorable expression, like she was trying to sound sophisticated but was ultimately failing because excitement was bubbling beneath her voice. Her face softened, her cheeks slightly flushed in a way that made her look surprisingly gentle for a queen. And while she said that, she slid fully beside me, her naked body effortlessly slipping under the blanket and settling right into the warmth beside me.

My stiff hard-on, already awake and alert, pressed into the wedge of her ass cheeks, the soft roundness enveloping me even with that thin layer still separating skin from skin. I could feel her softness molding against me, warm and dangerously inviting. Even without direct contact, the pressure alone made it way too easy to imagine how it would feel if there were no barrier at all—if my cock was pressed entirely, completely bare against her.

"Why are you calling me Leon now?" I asked, the question slipping out partly because I was curious, and partly because I needed something to ground me before I lost control.

"You want to know something that mundane?" she teased immediately, that smirk returning like a reflex. "Here I thought you were going to ask something along the lines of ’Are you ready?’ while you are touching my breasts directly with your hands." Her lips curved up more. "I think you are that crude, after all."

"Well, I wouldn’t really call that crude," I said. "I think it’s only natural for a man to get horny in a situation like this. Crudeness has nothing to do with it." I paused for a moment, then shrugged lightly. "Honestly? It feels like second nature."

"Second nature, huh?" she repeated, her smile widening with subtle amusement. "Well, I think it’s more like a second nature to you than anyone else."

Then she shifted slightly beneath the blanket, making my cock press deeper between her cheeks. She looked at me over her shoulder, playful curiosity dancing in her eyes. "Now then, you want to know why I am calling you Leon, right? Well, that’s because I’m pretty interested in you, and you are someone worth remembering. Although... I think the name Sirion fits you better, and it just feels good to roll it on my tongue."

I guess she really was that type of person—someone who just said whatever she meant, even if it sounded overly bold or embarrassingly honest. Either way, hearing her say that made something inside me settle. I’d basically managed to completely enamor the dwarf queen herself—a detail that was very, very important to my larger goals. With her support, I could take on the advancement of the republic and the overwhelming force of the empire. She wasn’t just a queen; she was a key piece in the bigger game I was playing.

While I was thinking all of that, she kept rubbing her ass against my cock. And she wasn’t even trying to hide it—she was doing it slowly, rhythmically, like she wasn’t sure if she wanted something but was definitely fishing for a reaction... or maybe testing what kind of reaction she could pull out of me. And honestly, even if she was overdoing it, I didn’t think she was breaking any rules of whatever game we were tangled in right now.

I slid my arm around her body, the movement natural, instinctive, and pulled her just slightly closer as my hand cupped her breast directly. She was warm, soft, and fit perfectly in my hand—too perfect, almost. It felt almost unfair that her body matched mine this well.

"Oh? Are you only going to touch there?" she asked, her voice dripping with suggestion.

"You really are trying to gauge me out, huh?" I said with a grin. Then, keeping the same slow pace, I let my hand trail downward, gliding along her stomach until I reached her crotch. And once I did, I started playing with her pussy directly.

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t stop me. Instead, she let me pull my fingers back slightly, showing her the wetness that coated them.

"Look at this," I said, spreading my fingers so the thin strings of her love juice stretched between them. "You’re already wet."

"I guess it’s only natural for a female to secrete these kind of juices so that a penetration by the male would be much less of a hassle and much more in ease for us," she explained calmly, almost academically. "Secreting this is normal, no?"

"Well, yes," I said. "It’s very normal. What’s not normal, though, is the fact that you are leaking so much. It’s actually quite embarrassing."

I pressed my hand back on her crotch and continued to play with her pussy again.