The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Cerys's eyes widened, her tongue darting out, licking the warmth from her lips. "So much… as always," she whispered, her voice a mix of awe and hunger. Her lips closed around his tip, greedily swallowing the next pulse.

Serelith leaned closer, her tongue catching the stray droplets from Cerys's cheek. "We can't waste a single drop," she murmured, her voice trembling with desire. Their faces drew nearer, their tongues meeting, licking, tasting each other, tasting him.

Their soft moans mingled, the heat between them growing, their hands tracing each other's cheeks, smearing his essence across their skin, their lips locking in a heated kiss, sharing his taste.

Mikhailis's chest rose and fell, his mind a haze of pleasure and disbelief. His voice was a husky whisper. "You both… really know how to entice me, don't you?"

Serelith's gaze lifted, her violet eyes burning. "We've only begun." Her voice was a sultry promise.

Cerys's grin was wild, her amber eyes glowing. "Show us… that you can handle us."

Mikhailis's hands moved, a practiced grace in his touch. His fingers danced along the edges of their clothes, loosening ties, sliding fabric away. Serelith's robes slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her waist, her pale skin glowing in the lantern light. Cerys's tunic followed, her toned body bare, her muscles flexing beneath her flushed skin.

Without a word, he scooped them up, his strength making them gasp. With a single, fluid motion, he set them on the fortune-teller's desk. Their legs spread instinctively, hips lifting, inviting.

Serelith's lips curled, a breathy laugh escaping. "You've awakened the beast, Cerys."

"And we love it," Cerys whispered, her voice a purr.

At the corner of his vision, Mikhailis saw Rodion hovering, his calm blue glow shifting, a shimmering veil of mana stretching across the tent's entrance, creating an illusion of privacy—a misty figure of an old fortune-teller seated within.

Mikhailis's lips pressed against Serelith's, his tongue meeting hers with a wet, needy slrp, their breaths mingling in a heated, desperate exchange. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her grip tightening as she pulled him closer, her soft moans swallowed by his mouth. Her body pressed against his, her chest rising and falling with each shuddering breath, her violet eyes fluttering shut, lost in the molten heat of his touch.

Cerys was no less eager. Her lips traced along his jawline, her tongue flicking against his ear, a warm, teasing slrp that sent a shiver racing down his spine. "Don't forget me…" she whispered, her voice a sultry, breathless plea. Her hands roamed across his chest, her fingers slipping beneath his tunic, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hard muscle beneath.

Their kisses grew more heated, the tent filling with the wet, hungry sounds of their passion—slrp, slrp, mmh…—each kiss more desperate, each touch more feverish. Mikhailis's heart raced, his pulse pounding against his ribs as their bodies pressed closer, their warmth seeping through the thin fabric of his clothes.

His hands moved with practiced skill, slipping beneath their garments, fingers tracing the delicate curves of their waists, the soft rise of their hips. Serelith's dress slid from her shoulders, the silken fabric pooling at her waist, her pale skin glowing in the lantern light. Her chest rose and fell, her lips parted, her voice a soft, trembling whisper. "M-Mikhailis…"

Cerys's tunic followed, her toned, slender form bared to the warm glow. Her amber eyes burned with hunger, her cheeks flushed with a feverish blush. "I can't… I can't hold back…"

Mikhailis's touch was everywhere—tracing the soft curve of Serelith's back, caressing the firm warmth of Cerys's thigh. His lips moved between them, tasting the sweetness of Serelith's lips, the heat of Cerys's neck. Their breaths came faster, mingling in desperate gasps, their fingers clawing at his clothes, eager to feel him, to taste him.

With a firm grip, he scooped them both up, their startled giggles quickly turning to eager gasps. In one fluid motion, he set them on the fortune-teller's desk. Their legs spread instinctively, hips lifting, inviting, the soft lantern light painting their skin in a golden glow.

Mikhailis's breath caught, his eyes drinking in the sight of them—Serelith's violet hair spilling around her, her lips swollen and wet from his kisses. Cerys's wild crimson locks framed her fierce, hungry gaze, her chest rising and falling with each shuddering breath. They were both beautiful—wild, eager, and utterly breathtaking.

And they were his.

"I'll make you both lose your minds," Mikhailis whispered, his voice a low, hungry promise.

Mikhailis's hands tightened around their waists, his grip firm yet gentle, guiding them closer. His lips met Serelith's again, their mouths colliding with a fierce, desperate hunger. Her soft moan was swallowed by his mouth, her tongue meeting his in a wet, heated dance.

"Mmmhh! M-Mikhailis…! Slrp… Ah…!" Serelith's voice trembled between gasps, her body pressing against him, her chest rising and falling, her heart racing like a wild drum. Her violet hair spilled across his shoulder, her fingers tangling in his dark curls, pulling him closer, needing him closer.

Cerys's lips trailed along his jawline, her breath a scorching whisper against his ear. "Don't forget me… Slrp… M-Mikhailis…!" Her tongue traced the curve of his earlobe, leaving a wet, heated trail that sent a shiver racing down his spine. Her hands slid beneath his tunic, feeling the hard, warm muscle beneath, her touch bold and eager.

Their kisses were a wild, tangled dance, their breaths mingling, their moans swallowed by each other's mouths. The warm, incense-filled air grew thick with the scent of desire, their bodies pressed so close that Mikhailis could feel the frantic beat of their hearts against his chest.

Serelith's lips pulled away just enough for her to whisper, her voice trembling. "M-Mikhailis… please… more…! Don't… don't stop…"

"M-More…!" Cerys echoed, her amber eyes blazing with hunger, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses. "Show us… show us how much you want us…"

Mikhailis's voice was a low, husky growl. "You want more? I'll give you more…"

His strong arms wrapped around them, and with a single, fluid motion, he lifted them, their gasps turning to delighted giggles. Their legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, their warmth pressing against him, their kisses growing more desperate.

He set them on the fortune-teller's desk, the scattered trinkets clattering aside. Their legs spread, inviting, their eyes locked onto him, a mix of anticipation and fierce desire burning within their gazes.

"Slrp… Mmmhh…!" Serelith's lips crashed against his again, her tongue teasing his, her hands roaming across his chest, her nails dragging down his back, leaving faint, tingling trails.

Cerys leaned forward, her lips tracing his neck, her breath hot against his skin. "Don't you dare tease us… we can't wait any longer…!"

Mikhailis's hands slid over their thighs, his touch warm and firm, tracing the soft, sensitive skin, drawing shudders and gasps from both of them. His lips captured Serelith's again, his tongue dancing with hers, their moans mingling in a heated, breathless melody.

"Mmmhh… M-Mikhailis… Slrp… m-more…!" Serelith's voice was a trembling plea, her body arching against him, her violet eyes half-lidded, a dreamy haze of lust and longing shimmering within them.

His lips left hers, finding Cerys's instead, a fierce, hungry kiss that stole her breath. "Mmh… M-Mik… Mikhalis…! Slrp…!" Cerys's hands gripped his tunic, pulling him closer, her legs squeezing around his waist, her voice a desperate whisper. "D-Don't… don't make me wait…"

"I won't…" Mikhailis whispered, his voice a low, hungry promise. His fingers traced lower, finding the heat between their thighs, teasing, feeling their warmth, their bodies already trembling beneath his touch.

His length pressed against Serelith's entrance, her body shuddering, her voice a desperate, gasping cry. "AH…! M-MIKHAILIS…! IT'S… TOO MUCH…!"

And with a slow, powerful thrust, he filled her. Her body arched, her voice a sharp, breathless moan. "AAH…! Y-YES…! M-MORE…! AH… MIKHAILIS…!" Her fingers clawed at his back, her nails dragging down his shoulders, her legs locking around his waist, pulling him deeper.

His hips moved with a steady, rhythmic pace, each thrust drawing another gasping moan from her. "Slrp… mmhh… mmhh…!" Their lips met again, wet, desperate kisses, her breath hot and frantic, her moans swallowed by his mouth.

Cerys's voice came in a low, desperate growl. "M-My turn… please… I… I can't wait…!" Her fingers slid between them, guiding him, her body pressing against his.

Mikhailis shifted, his touch slipping between her thighs, his length pressing against her warmth. Cerys's breath caught, her voice a trembling gasp. "NNGH… M-MIKHAILIS…! AH…!"

And then he entered her, his powerful thrust drawing a sharp, breathless cry. "AHH…! M-MIKHAILIS…! DEEPER…! MORE…!" Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms pulling him closer, her lips crashing against his in a fierce, hungry kiss.

Their bodies moved together, a wild, desperate dance of passion. The wet, needy sounds of their kisses—slrp, slrp, mmhh—mingled with the soft, rhythmic slap of skin against skin, their gasping moans muffled by eager, trembling lips.

"YES…! YES…! M-MIKHAILIS…!" Serelith's voice was a desperate, breathless cry, her body tightening around him, her back arching.

"D-DEEPER…! MORE…! I… I CAN'T…!" Cerys's voice followed, her fingers clawing at his back, her amber eyes wild with need.

But then—

"Hello? Is someone here?"