The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

"Hello? Is someone here?"

The three froze, breath caught, hearts racing. But at the tent's edge, Rodion's shimmering veil flickered—an illusion of an old woman's silhouette, quietly rocking, her shadow wavering in the soft lantern light. The silhouette leaned forward, a bony hand gesturing in the air.

Mikhailis leaned between them, his voice a breathless whisper. "Answer them. Swap between the two of you. Stay calm."

Serelith's voice came first, a perfect mimicry of a grandmother's rasp. "Yes, child… come for your fortune?"

The visitor hesitated. "Oh… yes… I just… I had a question about…"

But beneath that calm, Mikhailis's hips didn't stop. His length pushed deeper into Serelith, her body trembling beneath him, her violet eyes widening, her voice a muffled gasp. "M-Mmmhh…!" Her fingers clawed at his back, her teeth biting her lower lip to stifle the moan that built within her.

Cerys leaned back, her voice wavering but steady. "The spirits speak… yes… what do you wish to know…?" But even as she spoke, Mikhailis's fingers found her again, his touch a steady, teasing rhythm that made her legs tremble. Her voice shook, her breath catching. "N-NGH… M-Mik… mmhh…!"

The visitor shifted, their shadow lingering. "I… I was wondering if… if my sweetheart truly loves me…"

Serelith's voice came again, this time even raspier, like an ancient crone's whisper. "Love is a fickle thing, child… but true love can be seen… in actions… and in sacrifice…"

But beneath the false calm of her voice, Serelith's body tightened around Mikhailis, each slow, powerful thrust drawing another trembling gasp. Her lips sought his, desperate, her tongue meeting his in a wet, heated dance. "Slrp… mmhh…!"

Cerys's voice followed, steady but strained, her fingers gripping Mikhailis's arm. "T-Trust… trust in what you feel… but never forget to… to speak your heart…"

But her composure shattered as Mikhailis's fingers pressed deeper, her body arching, her voice a desperate, muffled whimper. "N-NGH… M-Mik… yes… mmhh…!"

Mikhailis's senses were a storm. Their warmth, their wet, desperate kisses, the taste of their tongues meeting his, the way they tried to muffle their cries. His pulse thundered in his ears, his breath coming faster, his voice a rough, hungry whisper. "Serelith… Cerys… I… I can't… I can't stop…"

"Then don't…" Serelith whispered, her voice trembling with hunger. "Make us yours… make us lose our minds…"

Cerys's lips found his ear, her breath a hot, shuddering whisper. "Make me forget everything… just you… M-Mikhailis…"

But the visitor outside lingered, their shadow shifting. "So… so you're saying… I should… I should tell them? That I love them?"

Serelith's voice shook, her words a rasping whisper. "Yes, child… always… speak your heart…"

But her body betrayed her, her legs tightening around Mikhailis's waist, her fingers digging into his back. Her lips found his again, her moans swallowed by his mouth. "M-Mmmhh… M-Mik… more… please…"

Cerys's turn came, her voice softer, almost breathless. "And… and show them… your… your true feelings…"

But even as she spoke, Mikhailis's length plunged deeper into her, a slow, powerful thrust that drew a gasping, desperate cry. "AAH…! N-NGH… M-Mik… Mikhalis…!" Her voice trembled, her legs shaking, her fingers gripping his shoulders.

"Th-Thank you… thank you, wise one… I… I will do it…" The visitor's shadow finally shifted away, their figure disappearing from the veil.

Mikhailis's lips found Serelith's again, his kiss fierce, his tongue tangling with hers. "Slrp… mmhh… you… you're too much…" His voice was a ragged whisper, his thrusts growing faster, each movement drawing desperate gasps from both women.

Rodion's voice whispered. <The perimeter is secure. No further intrusions detected. You may proceed without caution.>

But they were past caution. The thrill of being almost caught had ignited something wild within them. Serelith's lips crashed against his, her voice a trembling, desperate moan. "M-MIKHAILIS… I… I CAN'T…! I'M…!"

Her body tightened around him, her thighs squeezing his waist, her breath coming in frantic gasps. "YES…! YES…! AH…! M-MIKHAILIS…!"

Cerys's hands gripped his shoulders, her voice a low, needy growl. "N-NGH… DEEPER…! HARDER…! PLEASE…!"

Mikhailis's hands tightened around their waists, his hips moving faster, his own breath coming in ragged gasps. "Serelith… Cerys… I… I'm…!"

His length throbbed, the fierce, burning heat building, unstoppable. Serelith's body tightened, her voice a desperate, breathless scream. "AAH…! M-MIKHAILIS…! I'M… I'M COMING…!"

Her release washed over her, her body shuddering, her voice a wild, trembling cry. But even as her pleasure peaked, Cerys's fingers gripped his hair, her voice a breathless plea. "ME TOO…! M-MIKHAILIS… PLEASE…!"

Mikhailis's own release crashed over him, his body tensing, his voice a raw, desperate groan. His seed spilled into Serelith first, her body tightening around him, her voice a muffled, desperate cry against his mouth. "MMHHH…! SO… SO WARM…! TOO MUCH…!"

But he didn't stop. His hips moved again, his length slipping free, pressing against Cerys's warmth. Another fierce thrust, and she cried out, her body arching. "AAH…! YES…! M-MIKHAILIS…! FILL ME…!"

Hot, thick streams filled her, her voice a sharp, breathless scream. "M-MIKHAILIS…! I… I CAN'T…! TOO MUCH…!" Her body shook, her pleasure peaking, her fingers clawing at his shoulders.

Their desperate cries filled the tent, muffled by his eager, hungry kisses, their bodies trembling, pressed against his, their breaths mingling. Their hands tangled in his hair, their lips seeking his, their moans swallowed by his mouth. "Mmmhh… Slrp… Slrp… M-Mik… Mikhalis…"

The scent of desire thickened, their bodies pressed together, the heat between them almost unbearable. His strength finally faltered, his chest rising and falling, his breath a ragged, satisfied sigh.

Serelith's forehead rested against his, her violet eyes shimmering, a dreamy, satisfied smile curling her lips. "M-Mikhalis… you… you're… too much…"

Cerys's cheek pressed against his, her voice a soft, breathless whisper. "I… I never want this to end…"

Rodion's voice chimed, soft and polite. <The perimeter remains secure. Would you like me to maintain privacy for a longer duration?>

Serelith giggled, her voice weak but joyful. "Oh, Rodion… never change…"

Cerys's fingers tangled in Mikhailis's hair, her lips brushing his. "I think we need… another round…"

Mikhailis laughed, a low, satisfied rumble. "You both are insatiable."

Serelith's lips found his, her voice a teasing whisper. "And you love it."

Mikhailis didn't hesitate, his heated gaze shifting to Cerys. His hands gripped her thighs, lifting her slightly as she leaned back, her amber eyes wide, burning with need. His length pressed against her, teasing, and a desperate whimper escaped her lips. "M-MIKHAILIS… P-PLEASE…!"

"Don't worry, Cerys," he whispered, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. "I'll take care of you."

With one powerful thrust, he filled her. Her body arched, a sharp, breathless cry ripping from her throat. "AAH…! M-MIKHAILIS…! TOO… TOO DEEP…!"

Serelith's lips found his, her eager tongue meeting his in a hungry, wet dance. "Mmhh… slrp… mmhh… M-Mikhalis… you're too rough… but I love it…"

His other hand slid to Serelith's waist, his fingers tracing the soft curve of her body. His lips moved between them, capturing Serelith's desperate gasps and then returning to Cerys's trembling moans. His thrusts grew faster, each movement drawing another cry from Cerys.

"YES…! YES…! M-MIKHAILIS…! DON'T STOP…!" Her fingers clawed at his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him even deeper. Her body shuddered beneath him, her voice a sweet, desperate melody.

But his lips didn't leave Serelith's, her breath mixing with his. "Mmhh… you're so greedy, Mikhailis… so… so greedy…"

"M-Mikhalis…!" Cerys's voice broke into a desperate whimper. "I… I CAN'T…! I'M… I'M…!"

Her body tightened around him, her voice a sharp, breathless scream. "YES…! YES…! DON'T STOP…! PLEASE…!"

But then—

"Hello? Hello? Is someone there?"

Mikhailis froze, his heart pounding. Another guest? His lips broke from Serelith's, his gaze shooting toward the tent's entrance. A soft silhouette of an old woman still swayed in Rodion's veil, the illusion holding, but the voice beyond sounded sharper, a woman's voice.

"Rodion…!" Mikhailis's voice was a breathless hiss.

<Apologies, Master. Adjustments in progress. However, I recommend continuing. The two ladies are highly capable of maintaining appearances.>

Mikhailis felt like protesting, but Serelith's lips silenced him. Her voice came first, slipping into the familiar, rasping tone of the fortune-teller. "Yes, child… come… come for your fortune…"

"Please, I… I just need to know… my husband… does he still love me?"

Mikhailis's hips moved again, his body pressing deep inside Cerys. Her moan was muffled by his kiss, her teeth biting his lower lip, her fingers clawing his shoulders. "Mmhh… M-Mikhalis… more… please… I need… mmhh…!"

Cerys's voice followed, trying to remain steady. "Love is a fickle thing… b-but true love… can be seen in… in patience… and devotion…"

But even as she spoke, Mikhailis's thrusts grew faster, his own breath heavy against Serelith's lips. His fingers found her warmth, teasing her, his thumb tracing delicate circles. "N-NGH… M-Mik… yes… mmhh…!"

"Does he truly love me?" the woman's voice pressed, her shadow moving closer.

Serelith's voice trembled, but she maintained the act. "Yes… yes, child… b-but you must be true to him… as he is to you…"

Mikhailis's hips moved harder, faster. His lips pressed against Serelith's, swallowing her moans. "Slrp… mmhh… M-Mikhalis… I… I can't…! Not… not like this…!"

Cerys's voice came again, her breath catching. "N-NGH… m-most love… is… is found… when you… least expect…"

The woman's voice wavered. "I… I don't know… should I… should I trust him?"

But Mikhailis didn't stop. His body drove into Cerys, his fingers teasing Serelith's warmth, his lips catching her desperate, muffled cries. His senses drowned in their heat, their scent, their trembling, gasping need.

"YES…! YES…! M-MIKHAILIS…!" Cerys's voice rose, barely muffled by his lips, her body tightening around him.

"M-Mikhalis… I… I'm close… I'm… I CAN'T…!" Serelith's voice was a desperate, breathless whisper, her body arching, her thighs squeezing his hand.

"Trust him," Serelith whispered, her voice trembling. "Trust in love…"

The woman outside hesitated. "I… I will… I will try… thank you… thank you…"

Mikhailis's breath came faster, his voice a ragged whisper. "Serelith… Cerys… I'm… I'm going to—"

But his words dissolved into a rough, desperate groan. His body tensed, his hips pressing deeper into Cerys, her warmth surrounding him, her voice rising into a sharp, breathless cry.

"AAH…! M-MIKHAILIS…! I… I CAN'T…! TOO MUCH…! I'M…!"

Her body clenched around him, a fierce, trembling tightness that pushed him over the edge. A surge of heat rushed through him, his seed spilling deep inside her, the thick, hot pulse overwhelming. Cerys's voice turned to a muffled scream against his lips, her fingers clawing at his shoulders.

"MMHH…! TOO WARM…! IT'S… SO MUCH…!" Her words were a wild, desperate plea, swallowed by his fierce, hungry kiss. "Slrp… mmhh… mhh…!"

But he didn't stop. His hips moved again, his length slipping free from Cerys, still pulsing with desperate need. His gaze shifted to Serelith, her violet eyes wide, cheeks flushed, her lips parted in a trembling gasp.

"M-Mikhalis…" Serelith whispered, her voice a sweet, breathless whimper. "D-Don't leave me… I… I need you…"

His hands found her hips, pulling her closer, his length pressing against her, still hot, still throbbing. "Then take me… all of me…"

And with a slow, powerful thrust, he filled her. Her voice broke into a sharp, desperate moan, her body arching beneath him. "AHH…! M-MIKHAILIS…! I… I'M…!"

Her warmth wrapped around him, a fierce, trembling heat that sent another shudder racing through him. His breath came in ragged gasps, his lips finding hers, swallowing her moans, his tongue tracing the sweet heat of her mouth.

"Slrp… mmhh… mhh…!" Serelith's moans melted into their kisses, her fingers tangling in his hair, her hips bucking against him. "M-MORE…! I CAN'T… I CAN'T…!"

Cerys's lips found his neck, her teeth grazing his skin, her voice a low, needy growl. "Don't forget me… please…"

His other hand found her, his fingers slipping between her thighs, feeling the slick, desperate heat of her desire. His touch traced delicate, teasing circles, his lips moving between their gasping, trembling kisses.

"YES…! YES…! M-MIKHAILIS…! DON'T STOP…! MORE…!" Serelith's voice was a desperate, breathless plea, her body clenching around him, her thighs squeezing his waist, her violet hair spilling over her shoulders.

"F-FASTER…! HARDER…!" Cerys's voice was a raw, breathless cry, her lips finding his again, her tongue twining with his in a wild, hungry dance. "Slrp… mmhh… M-MIKHAILIS…! I… I CAN'T…!"

Their bodies moved together, a wild, tangled dance of passion, their gasping cries muffled by desperate, hungry kisses. The wet, needy sound of their lips—slrp, slrp, mmhh—filled the tent, mingling with the soft, rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

Mikhailis's senses were a storm—the heat of their bodies, the sweet, desperate taste of their kisses, the way they trembled beneath his touch. His voice was a rough, husky growl, his breath hot against Serelith's ear. "Serelith… Cerys… I'm… I'm close…!"

"YES…! YES…! M-MIKHAILIS…! PLEASE…!" Serelith's voice broke into a sharp, desperate cry, her body tightening, her voice a trembling whisper. "I… I CAN'T…! I'M… I'M…!"

"M-Mikhalis…! M-Mikhalis…!" Cerys's voice followed, her amber eyes wild, her body arching, her fingers clawing at his back. "DON'T… STOP…!"

His body tensed, a fierce, shuddering heat racing up from his core. His release came with a force that made his voice crack, a raw, desperate groan escaping his lips. His seed spilled into Serelith, thick, hot streams filling her, her voice a breathless, gasping scream.

"MMHH…! YES…! YES…! SO… SO WARM…!" Serelith's voice was a trembling, desperate cry, her body tightening around him, her violet eyes wide, tears of pleasure sparkling at the corners.

But he didn't stop. His hips moved again, his length slipping free, pressing against Cerys's warmth. Another powerful thrust, and she cried out, her body arching, her voice a sharp, breathless scream. "AAH…! M-MIKHAILIS…! YES…! YES…!"

His release flooded her, thick, hot streams spilling inside, her voice a desperate, gasping plea. "N-NGH…! SO MUCH…! I… I CAN'T…!"

Their voices mingled in desperate, trembling cries, their lips finding his, their kisses fierce and hungry. "Slrp… mmhh… mmhh… M-Mikhalis…!" Their bodies pressed against his, their warmth overwhelming, their breaths mingling, their fingers tangled in his hair.

But then—

The soft fabric of the veil suddenly shifted, the tent's entrance tearing open.

Light flooded the tent, and standing at the entrance, framed in the dim glow of lanterns, was a woman in a crisp maid's uniform, her black hair swept back in a long, elegant ponytail. Her dark eyes widened, a mixture of shock, cold amusement, and a faint, curious smile glittering in them.

"L-Lira…?" The name slipped from Mikhailis's lips, a breathless whisper, his voice trembling.

"LIRA…?!" Serelith's voice was a sharp, breathless gasp, her body still trembling, her cheeks flushed, his seed still spilling from her, dripping down her thighs.

"LIRA…?!" Cerys's voice followed, her amber eyes wide, her breath coming in frantic gasps, her cheeks burning, his warmth still pooling inside her.

Lira's lips curled, a faint, almost amused smile dancing at the corners of her mouth. Her voice was calm, but her dark eyes shimmered with an unreadable light.

"Well, Master Mikhailis… this is certainly… an unexpected sight."