The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Mikhailis shifted slightly, his arms holding the figure close, the unfamiliar scent still nagging at the edge of his mind. The person in his bed felt warm, their body pressed against his in a way that should have been familiar, but something wasn't quite right. His hand brushed up their side, fingers trailing along the curve of their waist, his touch gentle but with a hint of curiosity. The figure responded with a small sound, barely a murmur, that made Mikhailis's pulse quicken.

He moved his hand slowly, feeling the soft fabric of their nightclothes, the sensation oddly intimate in the quiet of the tent. His fingers trailed upwards, tracing the dip of their waist and the curve of their ribs. The figure shifted, arching slightly into his touch, a soft sigh escaping their lips—a sound that sent a jolt through Mikhailis's chest. It wasn't Lira, but something about the moment held him in place, his curiosity mingling with a strange sense of excitement.

Mikhailis pressed his face closer, his lips brushing against the nape of their neck. The scent was earthy, unfamiliar, but it carried a kind of warmth that was hard to resist. His lips moved up, planting gentle kisses along their neck, trailing up to the sensitive spot just below their ear. The figure shivered, their body pressing back against him, their breathing hitching at his touch.

Mikhailis could feel the way they responded, the subtle movements, the way they seemed to melt into his embrace. It was intoxicating—the warmth, the closeness, the mystery of who this could be. He couldn't help but want more, his curiosity overpowering the questions in his mind. His hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the swell of their chest, feeling the softness beneath his palm.

The figure let out a quiet gasp, their hand reaching up to touch his, their fingers intertwining with his own. Mikhailis felt the uncertainty in their touch, the hesitation, and it only spurred him on. He shifted his weight, rolling slightly to bring them beneath him, his lips trailing down to meet theirs.

The kiss was slow at first, tentative, as if both were testing the waters. Their lips were soft, warm, responding to his in a way that made his heart pound. As his lips pressed deeper into theirs, Mikhailis tasted something distinct—an unfamiliar mix that held a sweetness, almost like honey, yet there was a metallic tang lingering beneath, adding a strange allure to the kiss. It was intoxicating, a taste that was foreign, and yet somehow thrilling, making him want to explore it more.

Their tongues met hesitantly, touching for the first time in a dance that felt both cautious and curious. The texture of their tongue was unlike Lira's—a bit rougher, surprising him with its unfamiliarity. It moved with a tentative grace, brushing against his own in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. Mikhailis felt himself responding instinctively, his tongue moving against theirs, savoring the sensation, the unique texture, and the way they seemed to explore each other with every movement.

As the kiss deepened, Mikhailis could feel the figure's breath growing heavier, their arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, their body arching into his. He moved his hand back to their waist, pulling them tightly against him, savoring the heat between them. There was something about the moment that made him forget everything else—the mission, the Technomancer League, even the fact that this wasn't Lira.

His other hand moved, tracing the line of their body, feeling the curves and the warmth beneath his touch. The figure responded, their fingers tangling in his hair, their body pressing into his, the intensity between them building with each passing second. Mikhailis broke the kiss briefly, his forehead resting against theirs, his breath coming in short, heated bursts.

"I want you," he whispered, his voice a low, husky growl. The figure in his arms trembled slightly, their breath a warm, soft exhale against his lips. Mikhailis's fingers traced a path down their side, feeling the curve of their hip before moving inward, finding the heat between their legs. He could feel their arousal, their body arching into his touch, their legs parting slightly to grant him access. He teased them gently, his fingers stroking over their most sensitive areas, eliciting small gasps and shivers of pleasure.

Mikhailis couldn't hold back any longer, the desire within him burning too brightly to ignore.

His hand goes deeper, and he could feel the warmth and wetness of their entrance. He slipped a finger inside, feeling their tightness envelop him. The figure let out a soft moan, their hips pushing against his hand, urging him deeper. Mikhailis complied, adding another finger, feeling their inner walls stretching to accommodate him. He began to move his fingers, slowly at first, then faster, curling them to find that sweet spot that made the figure gasp and writhe beneath him.

Mikhailis lowered his head, his lips brushing against their neck once more, kissing and sucking gently as his fingers continued their rhythm, driving the figure closer to the edge of ecstasy. Their breathing grew ragged, their moans becoming more urgent, their hands gripping his shoulders tightly as if holding on for dear life.

The figure's climax was sudden and intense, their body arching up into his, their inner walls clenching tightly around his fingers. The sound of their unrestrained moan filled the tent, a sound of pure pleasure and release. Mikhailis held them close, his fingers continuing to stroke them through their orgasm, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until they lay trembling and spent in his arms. He finally withdrew his fingers, feeling their body relax against him, their breathing slowly returning to normal.

Mikhailis held the figure close, his own body still tingling with desire. He couldn't help but wonder who this was, this stranger who had ignited such passion within him. Yet, in that moment, he found he didn't care. The connection between them was too powerful, too real, to question. He would deal with the consequences later. For now, he simply wanted to lose himself in the warmth of their embrace, the lingering taste of their kiss, and the memory of the pleasure they had shared.

In the darkness, Mikhailis could feel the heat of the moment intensifying, his body responding to the touch of the figure's hands on his hardened member. The sensation was electric, sending shivers of pleasure through him as they guided him, moving their hands up and down in a slow, teasing rhythm. He could hear their breath, quickened and heavy, mingling with his own as they continued to stroke him.

Mikhailis's own hand moved to their underwear, his fingers gently tugging at the fabric, feeling the heat radiating from beneath. He could sense the figure's surprise at his touch, a brief hesitation in their movements, but it was quickly replaced by a willingness, a desire to continue the exploration.

As they helped him move, their hands guiding his length up and down, Mikhailis could feel the tension building within him, a primal urge that threatened to overpower his senses.

Then he asked in a whisper, "Is it fine?"

But the reply came in a soft and barely audible "Nn,"

Because of the volume, he could only sure that this is not Lira, so it is either Cerys or Vyrelda? But does the both of them have any chance of liking him?

No, it's difficult to say so.

Does it because of the fight before with the monsters? He remember that battles could make warriors aroused.

But none of it matters now.

The only thing matters now is that the figure just said it's fine for him to enter.

So that's what he is going to do.

Still in the darkness, he skillfully in their sleeping position, he could feel the breath of the opposition as they are facing each other, but he couldn't see her. But that's not important.

He already skilfully undress her lower half, and it is only a matter for him to enter.

Slowl...

He push his member forward, entering her.

She let out a gasp, the sudden intrusion causing a mix of pleasure and discomfort. Mikhailis paused, giving her time to adjust, feeling her body tense around him. Her hands clutched at his back, fingers digging into his skin, a silent plea for him to wait.

Mikhailis leaned down, his lips finding hers in the darkness, capturing her mouth in a gentle kiss. Her breath mingled with his, her body relaxing slightly under his tender touch. He could feel her tension easing, her muscles gradually yielding to the sensation of him within her.

"Relax," he whispered against her lips, his voice a soothing murmur.

"Take your time. We'll go slow."

Her nod was almost imperceptible, a subtle movement in the dark, but he felt it nonetheless. Slowly, cautiously, he began to move, his hips rocking gently, his length sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Her breath quickened, small gasps escaping her lips as he moved, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

As they continued, Mikhailis could feel her growing more comfortable, her body adapting to his, her movements becoming more synchronized with his own.