The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Their foreheads stayed pressed together, the air around them heavy with unspoken words. The warmth of each other's breath seemed to fill the small space of the tent, creating a world where only they existed. Mikhailis felt Cerys lean in again, her eyes locking onto his. There was a flicker of hesitation in her gaze—uncertainty, maybe fear—but she moved closer, her lips brushing his once more.

This time, Mikhailis took the lead. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. It was more than just a kiss; it was a way of breaking through the walls she'd built up over the years. His hand moved up her back, fingers brushing through her hair, her ponytail loosening under his touch. Her lips were soft, tentative at first, but she began to melt into him. He could feel her giving in, her defenses dropping as she let herself feel—really feel—for the first time in a long while.

The kiss grew in intensity, both of them pressing into each other. Cerys's hand moved up to the side of his face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. The movement was hesitant, almost like she was afraid that this was a dream, something that could shatter at any moment. Mikhailis held her tighter, his lips moving against hers, coaxing her to let go.

His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears. She tasted faintly of the tea they'd shared earlier—a reminder of the warmth and comfort they'd found despite the circumstances. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss further, his tongue brushing against her lips. She responded, parting them slightly, inviting him in.

Cerys wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her breaths were shallow, her heart racing as she gave herself over to the moment. Their bodies pressed together, and she could feel the warmth of his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing. It grounded her, anchored her in a way she hadn't felt in years.

The kiss wasn't just passion; it was more. It was a promise. A promise that she wasn't alone anymore, that she had someone who cared—truly cared—for her. It was like a weight was being lifted from her shoulders, a burden she hadn't realized she'd been carrying all this time. She let out a soft moan, her hands tightening on his shoulders, and Mikhailis responded, pulling her closer.

They kissed as if they were trying to draw strength from one another, as if each kiss was a way of bridging the gap between them. Mikhailis's other hand moved to her waist, his thumb brushing against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. They were both breathing heavily when they finally broke the kiss, their foreheads resting against each other once more.

Cerys's eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen. She looked at Mikhailis, her voice shaky, filled with honesty.

"I think... I think I'm getting addicted to this," she whispered.

Mikhailis smiled, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip.

"Then let's make sure you get your fill," he murmured, leaning in once more.

This kiss was slower, more deliberate. Mikhailis took his time, savoring the taste of her. His hands roamed her back gently, tracing the lines of her muscles beneath her clothing. He could feel the tension in her body slowly melting away, her breath hitching as she pressed into him.

Cerys responded with equal fervor, her hands slipping under his shirt, her fingers brushing against the warmth of his skin. She felt the firmness of his muscles, the warmth radiating from his body. She wanted more—needed more. She let herself get lost in the sensation, the feel of his lips on hers, the taste of him, the way his hands moved over her back. She felt safe, for the first time in a long time.

Their lips moved together, slowly, deliberately, each kiss deeper than the last. Mikhailis's hand moved to her hair, undoing the ponytail and letting her red strands fall freely. He ran his fingers through her hair, holding her close as they kissed. She let out another soft moan, her fingers tightening on his back, pulling him closer still.

Time seemed to blur. The world outside the tent faded away, leaving just the two of them, wrapped up in each other. They were both breathing heavily when they broke the kiss again, their foreheads resting together, their breaths mingling in the small space of the tent.

Mikhailis looked into her eyes, his expression softening. He could see the vulnerability there, the fear she tried so hard to hide.

"You don't have to be afraid anymore, Cerys," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

Cerys's eyes welled up with tears, and she nodded, her fingers brushing against his cheek.

"I... I'm trying," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly.

"But it's hard. I've been alone for so long."

Mikhailis leaned his forehead against hers, his hand cupping her cheek.

"You're not alone anymore," he said softly.

"I'm here. And I won't let you go."

A tear escaped down her cheek, and Mikhailis wiped it away gently with his thumb. He leaned in to kiss her again, this time softer, more comforting. The kiss deepened once more, but it was different now—less about passion and more about reassurance. About the promise of being there for each other, about not letting go.

Cerys let out a soft sob into the kiss, her hands clinging to him, as if afraid he might disappear. The emotions she had kept bottled up for so long finally broke free—the fear, the loneliness, the longing for connection. She let herself feel everything, let herself trust, even if just for this moment.

Mikhailis held her tightly, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her into his lap. He could feel her trembling, her body shaking as she cried softly against him. He kissed her again, his lips brushing against hers in a way that spoke of comfort, of safety. He wanted her to know that she wasn't alone, that she never had to be alone again.

"Hold me," She whispered, her voice barely audible, her tears falling freely.

Mikhailis nodded, his hand brushing against her cheek.

"I'm here. I'll always be here," he whispered back, kissing her again. He pulled her closer, letting her settle against his chest, her arms wrapping around him. She buried her face in his neck, letting her tears fall.

As their kisses grew in intensity and passion, the need for more intimacy became undeniable. Mikhailis's hands began to wander, exploring her body. His fingers brushed against her skin, eliciting soft sighs of pleasure from her. He could feel her heartbeat, racing in tandem with his own.

Their breaths became ragged, and the warmth of the tent was soon filled with their gasps and whispers. The sounds of their passion echoed softly, the rustle of fabric, the gentle creak of the tent's frame. Their lips locked in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining, their bodies moving in sync. Mikhailis's fingers trailed down her neck, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She let out a soft moan, her hands clutching his back, pulling him closer.

He gently laid her down on the tent's floor, his body hovering over hers.

"C-Can you..." She whispered.
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"Hm?"

"Can you... Do me again...? I... Want your warmth..."

He nodded.

"Of course. But I'll need to do something before..."

He lowered his head, until he met her breasts. He gave it a few kisses, making the female gasped softly. His lips then moved towards her nipple. He started to lick it, sucking it with his mouth, while his other hand played with the other nipple, using his fingers to play with it. She could feel the electricity running through her body, and her face became hot as her breathing became ragged. She gasped and moaned softly, while gripping his hair with both hands.

"Y-Your Highness... A-Ah... H-Haa... N-No..."

She then pushed his head away, and he looked at her with a confused look. She stared at him with a flushed expression, before opening her mouth again to speak.

"I-I'm sorry. I just... Don't want... It to end yet..."

She then reached her hands behind his head, and pushed him towards her. Their lips meet again, and they began to kiss passionately. While they were doing that, his hand lowered down to her crotch. His fingers started rubbing her clit, which made her shudder and gasp. As he continued to rub, her gasps became louder, and she began to moan softly. She then broke the kiss, and whispered into his ear.

"Y-You... You can... Put it in... Now..."