The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

The figure's voice was low, barely a whisper in the darkness that surrounded them. She was pleading, asking for something more, something deeper. Her words sent a jolt through Mikhailis, a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

But her plea was irresistible, a siren's call in the night. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a low growl, he shifted his position, his hands gripping her hips, lifting her up to meet his thrust. Her gasp turned into a moan as he entered her fully, her body arching against his, their bodies joined in a primal dance of pleasure.

"Mnnh!" The sound that escaped her lips was a mix of pain and pleasure, a sharp intake of breath that spoke volumes in the silence. Mikhailis paused, waiting for her to adjust, feeling her body tense around him before relaxing once more.

Slowly, carefully, he began to move, his thrusts gentle at first, allowing her to acclimatize to the fullness of his presence. Her breath came in short gasps, her fingers digging into his skin, holding onto him as if afraid to let go.

Mikhailis could feel the warmth of her body enveloping him, the slickness of her inner walls, the way she responded to each movement, each touch. He could feel the tension building within him, the primal urge to push deeper, to lose himself in the ecstasy of their union.

But he held back, mindful of the delicate balance between pleasure and pain. He wanted to savor this moment, to prolong the sensation of being one with her, to feel the way her body reacted to his every move.

As they moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that was uniquely their own, Mikhailis could feel her begin to relax, her movements becoming more fluid, more responsive. Her moans grew louder, her body arching into his, urging him on, begging for more.

Mikhailis complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding, each stroke pushing them closer to the edge of ecstasy. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the tent, a rhythmic thumping that seemed to echo the pounding of their hearts.

Her nails raked across his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her voice rising in a crescendo of pleasure.

Knowing that her moan was getting bigger, she had Mikhailis's cheeks, and asked for a kiss with her tongue. He accepted it, their tongue and saliva were now mixing, making the scene in the tent even lewder.

The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure and desire that threatened to consume them both. Mikhailis could feel his climax approaching, a wave of pleasure building within him, threatening to crest at any moment.

But then suddenly, a voice appeared.

"Your Highness...?"

It's Lira.

She opened the curtain that separates the rooms of the royal tent.

"I swear I heard something... I guess it's just my imagination...?" She uttered to herself.

Now this affirms that the figure in his arms is definitely not Lira.

At the moment Lira's voice appeared, the figure immediately pulled the blanket and covered the both of them.

Finally, Lira left and closed the curtain. The figure in his arm sighed in relief, and he could hear the cute relief voice, igniting his interest.

So this girl is either Vyrelda or Cerys.

But in a moment, his thoughts are all gone. He could only hear the sweet and sexy moans and feel the soft body of the figure.

He could feel her body tensing around him, her inner walls clenching tightly as she neared her climax.

The thrill of almost getting caught must have aroused her.

He then started moving again.

Her moans became higher pitched, her body shuddering with the force of her pleasure. And then, Mikhailis closed her lips and entangled her tongue with his, and with a final thrust, they both reached the peak of ecstasy, their bodies shivering and trembling as they rode the waves of their shared orgasm. The sensation was intense, and overwhelming, a moment of pure bliss that seemed to stretch on forever.

"Mnnnhh!!!"

As they slowly came down from the heights of their passion, Mikhailis held her close, their bodies still joined, their breaths mingling in the darkness. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest, her body warm and soft in his embrace.

"That was..." he began, his voice a husky whisper, but words failed him.

"Yes," she agreed, her voice just as soft and breathless.

"Yes, it was."

They lay there for a while, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowing, their hearts beating in unison.

Somehow, he tries to decipher whose voice that is, but he still has no clue. The voice is too smooth and too feminine for either Vyrelda or Cerys.

But it is impossible for there is suddenly someone else entering the tent.

"Want... another round...?" The voice asked. It's like the girl is trying to test him.

"Huh...?"

"We'll try a different position..." the figure replied in a low, sultry whisper, her voice barely audible in the quiet of the tent.

Mikhailis's heart raced, the suggestion stirring a mix of excitement and curiosity within him. The idea of exploring another position, of discovering new pleasures, was tantalizing. He had always been an adventurous lover, and the thought of pushing his boundaries, especially with this mysterious figure, was exhilarating.

The figure moved, her body shifting against his in the dim light, the blanket falling away to reveal her slender form. She turned, positioning herself on all fours, her back arched and her head lowered, offering herself to him in a way that was both enticing and submissive. Mikhailis could feel the anticipation building within him, his eyes tracing the lines of her body, the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the way she was presented to him, inviting and tempting.

But he still doesn't know whose body this is. He never saw the body of either Vyrelda or Cerys as they were always use a dress.

He moved behind her, his hands resting on her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his touch. The air in the tent was thick with tension, their breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as they waited, the anticipation almost unbearable.

With a low, guttural growl, Mikhailis entered her, the sensation of her warmth and wetness enveloping him as he slid into her depths. Her gasp was sharp, a mix of pleasure and discomfort, her body tensing around him in a way that was both exhilarating and strangely intimate. He paused, allowing her to adjust, feeling her body relax slowly, her breaths becoming more measured, more controlled.

Then, he began to move, his hips thrusting forward, his length penetrating her deeply, each stroke a symphony of pleasure and sensation. Her body responded, her muscles tightening, her hips pushing back against his, urging him on, encouraging him to go deeper, to give her more. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his control slipping as he lost himself in the heat of their coupling.

Their rhythm was frantic, their bodies coming together in a frenzy of passion and lust, their moans and gasps filling the air around them. Mikhailis could feel the tension building within him, the heat and intensity growing with each thrust, each movement, each moment of connection.

As they continued, the figure beneath him began to tremble, her body shuddering and shaking, her moans becoming more urgent, more desperate. Mikhailis could feel her climax building, her inner walls tightening around him, the pressure and friction driving them both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

With a final, deep thrust, he felt her body tense, her muscles clenching tightly as she reached her climax, her muffled cries of pleasure filling his ears. The sensation was overwhelming, her body trembling and shivering, her inner walls gripping him tightly, pushing him over the edge with her.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, they both collapsed, their bodies spent and exhausted, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Mikhailis held her close, his arms wrapped around her, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and blankets. The air in the tent was thick with the scent of their passion, their bodies still humming with the echoes of their shared release.

"That was... intense," Mikhailis whispered, his voice raw and husky, his body still tingling with the aftermath of their coupling.

"Yes, it was," the figure replied, her voice just as breathless and sated. She turned to face him, her body still warm and pliant, her eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity.

"But I want more..."

She whispered, and it's not hard for him to see what she meant.

She lay there, her legs spread wide, inviting him to explore further. The sight of her was intoxicating, her skin glistening with sweat, her body trembling with desire.

He reached out, his hand tracing a slow, teasing path down the length of her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath his fingertips. She arched into his touch, her breath catching as he reached the junction of her thighs, his fingers brushing against the soft, sensitive skin.

Her body is toned with muscles, and a very strong and alluring six-pack feeling when he touches her belly. Her legs are long and it is hard to see whose legs is this.

His touch was gentle but insistent, his fingers exploring her most intimate places, tracing circles around her most sensitive areas. She gasped and moaned as he touched her, her body responding to his every move, her hips bucking against his hand as he teased and stroked.

The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, the sound of her breathy moans and sighs urging him on. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh, his tongue darting out to taste the salty sweetness of her skin. She shuddered beneath him, her body arching into his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He continued to explore her with his mouth, his lips and tongue teasing and tasting, his fingers still working their magic. The sound of her breathless cries and urgent pleas filled the tent, the air thick with the scent of their passion. He could feel the tension building within her, the heat and intensity of their connection threatening to consume them both.

As the tension reached its peak, she let out a shuddering muffled cry as she took Mikhailis's four fingers inside her mouth to muffle her cry, her body tensing and shivering, her fingers gripping his hair tightly. The sensation of her release was overwhelming, her body trembling and shuddering, her inner muscles contracting around his fingers. He held her close, his mouth and fingers continuing to work their magic, prolonging her pleasure until she lay spent and sated in his arms.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, they lay together, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The air in the tent was thick with the scent of their passion, their bodies still tingling with the echoes of their shared release.

"That was... amazing,"