The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

"YES… YES… ME TOO… I'M… I'M… AHHH… M-MIKHAILIS…!" Her voice broke into a sweet, desperate wail, her hips rocking faster, her body shuddering, her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving faint red marks.

"Mmm… slrp… mmmhh… mnn…" Their lips met again, fierce, desperate, their tongues swirling, tasting, drinking in the sweet, feverish warmth of each other's breath. Her lips pressed harder, her tongue danced with his, their breaths mingling in a hot, intoxicating rhythm.

"M-MIKHAILIS…! I… I CAN'T… I CAN'T… I'M… AHHH…!" Serelith's voice shattered into a sweet, trembling cry, her body arching against him, her thighs tightening around his waist, her warmth flooding, her entire body trembling.

His own breath came faster, his pulse pounding, his muscles tensing. He could feel it—an overwhelming, burning heat coiling in his core, rushing, surging, building until it crashed over him.

"Serelith… I'm… I'm…!" His voice broke, a low, desperate groan escaping his lips. His hips rocked harder, faster, a sweet, desperate frenzy, and then—

"AHHH—! M-MIKHAILIS…!" Serelith screamed, her body convulsing, her warmth tightening, pulsing around him. A sweet, blinding wave of bliss washed over her, her mind lost in a storm of heat and ecstasy.

At that same moment, he felt it—a rush, a flood, a wild, desperate release. His muscles tensed, his breath caught, and a thick, hot warmth surged within her, filling her, flooding her trembling, shuddering body.

"Haah… haah… Serelith…" Mikhailis gasped, his breath a ragged whisper, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. Her body trembled, her head falling against his shoulder, her breath hot and shuddering against his neck.

Mikhailis's entire body trembled with the fading aftershocks of their feverish embrace, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath. Serelith remained atop him, her lithe body pressed against his, her arms loosely draped around his neck, her violet hair a silken curtain that framed her flushed face.

The warmth of his release still surged within her, a thick, spreading heat that seemed to pulse with every faint movement. She shivered, a soft, barely audible moan slipping from her parted lips. Her slender thighs tightened around his waist, as if trying to cling to every last ounce of his warmth.

"I… I'm so happy…" she whispered, her voice a trembling murmur, her cheek resting against his shoulder. "So… so warm… so full… it feels… it feels so good…"

But even as the joy filled her voice, there was a faint shadow behind it. She shifted slightly, her hips pressing against him, and her breath caught—a faint, wet sensation spread between her thighs. A soft, warm trickle, a slow, inevitable leak that sent a faint shiver down her spine.

"No… no… don't… don't come out…" she whispered, her voice a soft, desperate plea. Her thighs pressed tighter, her body clinging to him, as if trying to seal the warmth inside her. Her fingers curled against his shoulders, her hips rocking faintly, trying to hold it all, trying to keep every drop.

Mikhailis couldn't help but chuckle, a soft, warm laugh that sent a shiver through her. He reached down, his large, strong hands cupping the soft, supple curves of her rear. His fingers squeezed, kneading the delicate flesh, and Serelith gasped, her eyes widening.

"Trying to keep it all in, are you?" he whispered, his voice a low, teasing growl. "You're so greedy…"

Her cheeks flushed, a faint whimper escaping her lips. "N-No… I just… it feels so good… so warm… I don't want to lose it…"

But then—SMACK!

His hand came down against her soft, round buttock, a sharp, ringing slap that echoed through the room. Serelith shrieked, a high, sweet cry that melted into a breathless, shuddering moan.

"AHHHH…!" Her voice broke, a sweet, desperate wail, her body trembling, her thighs tightening even more around his waist. But there was no pain in her voice—only a sweet, trembling pleasure, a faint, desperate need.

"You like that, don't you?" Mikhailis whispered, his voice a low, teasing growl. His hand squeezed the reddening flesh, feeling the faint heat beneath his palm. "Such a naughty girl…"

Her breath came faster, her lips trembling, her violet eyes glistening with a sweet, desperate hunger. "M-More… please… more… I… I love it… I love it when you… when you touch me… when you… punish me…"

"Oh?" he whispered, a faint smirk curling his lips. "Then maybe I should give you more…"

His hand came down again—SMACK!—another sharp, ringing slap, and Serelith's voice broke into a sweet, breathless wail. Her back arched, her body pressing tighter against his, her hips instinctively rocking against the firm, hot length still nestled between her thighs.

"AHHH… YES… YES…!" she cried, her voice a sweet, desperate plea. "Please… more… more… M-Mikhailis…!"

His grip tightened, his fingers kneading her soft, trembling flesh, his other hand sliding to her back, pulling her closer. His lips found her neck, his teeth grazing the soft, sensitive skin, leaving faint, pink marks that sent sweet, electric shivers racing down her spine.

"Such a needy girl…" he whispered, his voice a hot, teasing growl against her ear. "You love it when I touch you… when I make you cry out… when I fill you…"

"YES… YES… I… I LOVE IT…!" she sobbed, her voice a sweet, breathless wail, her hips pressing against him, a faint wet warmth spreading between them, leaking against his thighs. "So… so warm… so full… I want… I want all of it… please…"

"Then take it," he whispered, his fingers tightening, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. Her muffled moans filled his mouth, her tongue swirling, tasting, desperate, needy. Her hands slid to his hair, pulling him closer, her nails grazing his scalp.

"Mnn… slrp… mmmhh… mmm…" The wet, desperate sounds of their kiss mingled with her sweet, muffled whimpers, her hips rocking against his, trying to press him deeper, trying to cling to every inch of him.

But the faint, warm trickle continued, a slow, inevitable leak that only made her shiver, her breath coming faster. Her eyes shimmered with a faint, sweet sadness, a desperate need to hold on, to keep every last drop.

"No… no… don't… don't leave me…" she whispered, her voice a faint, trembling murmur between their kisses. "I want… I want to keep it all… I want to… stay this warm… please…"

"Greedy girl…" Mikhailis whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "But I love that about you…"

His hand came down once more—SMACK!—another sharp, sweet slap that sent a fresh wave of warmth surging through her, her voice breaking into another sweet, trembling wail.

"AHHH…!" she cried, her body shuddering, her thighs clenching, her fingers digging into his shoulders. But her lips found his again, another fierce, desperate kiss, her tongue swirling, tasting, drinking in his warmth, his taste, his breath.

"Mmm… slrp… mmmhh…" Her moans grew louder, her body trembling, her hips pressing harder against him. She rocked, desperate, needy, her sweet, breathless cries muffled against his lips.

But even as her hunger grew, she could feel it—feel the warmth spreading, leaking, slipping away. And a faint, sweet sadness shimmered in her violet eyes.

Mikhailis's hand caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing away a faint, glistening tear that had slipped free. "Don't be sad," he whispered, his voice a soft, soothing murmur. "I'm right here…"

Her lips trembled, a soft, breathless laugh slipping from her. "I… I know… but… it just feels so… so good… I don't want to lose it…"

"Then I'll give you more," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers, another soft, tender kiss. "As much as you want… again and again…"

Her smile widened, a faint, trembling joy shimmering in her eyes. "Really…? You promise…?"

"I promise…" he whispered, his voice a sweet, soothing warmth against her ear. "As many times as you want…"

Their bodies slowly stilled, their frantic, feverish rhythm fading into a slow, soft, trembling embrace. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her violet hair spilling over his shoulders, her soft, sweet breath brushing against his ear.

"M-Mikhailis…" she whispered, her voice a faint, trembling murmur, her lips brushing his cheek. "I… I love you…"

"I love you too…" he whispered, his fingers gently tracing her back, feeling the soft, warm skin beneath his touch. His heartbeat slowly steadied, his breathing calming, their tangled bodies pressing together, a sweet, warm, intimate embrace.

But then, as the haze of bliss began to clear, a faint chill swept over them. Mikhailis's gaze drifted to his hand—and his heart sank.

The green light had vanished. His focus, his mana control—gone.

"I… I lost it…" he murmured, a faint, rueful smile tugging at his lips. "I got too caught up… forgot…"

Serelith's tired, blissful smile softened, her violet eyes shimmering with a playful warmth. "Then… we just need to do it all over again…"

Mikhailis's lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Oh? That's quite the punishment… or perhaps, quite the reward…"

Her soft, sweet laughter filled the room, her lips pressing against his in another soft, tender kiss. "Let's see if you can keep the light this time… my sweet, stubborn prince."