The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

"Sorry, okay?"

Lira's lips pouted, but it only made her look more beautiful. Her cheeks were a fierce red, her dark eyes half-lidded, the fierce, sharp woman replaced by someone vulnerable, needy. Her fingers stroked him through the fabric, feeling his heat, his throbbing pulse. Her pout deepened. "Sorry isn't enough…"

Mikhailis couldn't help but stare, his heart racing. Her elegant beauty, her flawless composure cracked, her long black ponytail swaying with her every shuddering breath, her dark maid uniform still pristine, the silver trim catching the faint light of the lantern. Yet beneath that prim, perfect appearance, she was trembling, burning, desperate.

He leaned in, capturing her lips again. "Then I'll make it up to you." His tongue slipped between her lips, and this time she didn't hesitate. Her tongue danced with his, their breaths mingling, their moans swallowed by each other's mouths.

"Mmhh… slrp… mhh…!" Their kiss grew wilder, hungrier. His hands traced her waist, her back, her thighs. Her fingers fumbled at his trousers, her touch growing bolder. She didn't bother pulling them down—she only freed him, her delicate fingers wrapping around his searing heat, feeling the weight, the thickness.

A shudder ran through her. So big…! Even though she'd felt it before, the sheer size, the heat—every time it felt more overwhelming. Can… can it really fit…?

But her doubts melted beneath the heat of their kiss. She shifted, lifting herself slightly, her other hand sliding beneath her skirt. She didn't bother removing her undergarments—only shifted them aside, her warm, slick entrance pressing against his length. Her heart raced, her breath a frantic, desperate rush. "Mmmhh… m-mhh…"

Mikhailis felt her hesitation, felt her shiver. He broke the kiss, his lips brushing against her ear. "Don't worry. I've got you."

His hands gripped her waist, guiding her, his lips finding hers again, this time slow, comforting, drawing out her tension, her doubt. Their tongues danced, their breaths mingled, the wet, desperate sounds of their kiss filling the carriage. "Mmhh… slrp… mmhh…!"

Slowly, he guided her down, her warmth pressing against him, her slick heat enveloping his length. Her eyes widened, her voice caught between a gasp and a muffled cry. "MMHH—!"

He swallowed her voice, his tongue twisting with hers, his hands holding her steady. Her body trembled, the overwhelming heat, the impossible fullness stretching her. "NNGH…! S-SO… FULL…!" Her muffled voice was a desperate, trembling cry, her fingers clawing at his shoulders.

But Mikhailis's touch remained gentle, his kiss slow, deep, his hands stroking her back, calming her even as her body quivered around him. He kissed her, coaxed her, drowned her doubts beneath warmth and pleasure. "Mmhh… mhh… mhh…"

Outside, the carriage continued its journey, the rhythmic clatter of wheels drowned beneath the sounds of the bustling streets. Lira had chosen the rowdy route, the crowded festival lanes where cheers and music masked the muffled gasps and whispered moans within the carriage.

Mikhailis's lips traced down her jaw, his voice a soft, loving murmur. "Lira… you're beautiful…"

Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, her eyes squeezed shut. "D-Don't say that…" But her voice was weak, trembling. Her body shuddered, her hips shifting instinctively, pressing against him, feeling every inch, every pulse of his heat.

Mikhailis smiled, pressing a kiss against her lips, his voice a soft whisper. "I love seeing you like this."

Her glare was half-hearted, her pout dissolving into a breathless, desperate moan. "Y-You… you reckless… charming… mmhh… mmhh…!"

Their kiss deepened, their tongues twisting, tasting, exploring. Her body rocked against his, her movements growing bolder, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers gripping his hair.

"Mmh… slrp… slrp…!" Wet, hungry sounds filled the carriage, her gasps, her soft moans, the soft, rhythmic press of their bodies. Her perfect maid uniform, her neat black ponytail, her cold, composed face—all crumbled beneath the heat of his touch, his kiss.

Mikhailis's hands traced her waist, pulling her closer, his lips capturing her every trembling moan. "Mmhh… Lira… mhh… you're amazing…"

Her voice was a trembling whisper, her cheeks flushed, her breath hot against his lips. "Y-You… you reckless prince…" But even as she tried to scold him, her voice melted into another desperate, needy moan. "M-Mmmhh…! M-Mikha… M-Mikhailis…!"

Mikhailis's hands tightened around Lira's waist, his grip firm but gentle, guiding her as she straddled his lap. His hips began to rock, slow and steady at first, a gentle rhythm that sent soft waves of heat rippling through her. But as the carriage continued its journey, its path winding over the bumpy, hilly streets, each jolt sent her body pressing against him, his length driving deeper, her walls squeezing around him.

"MMHH… SLRP… MMHH…!" Lira's muffled moans spilled into his mouth, her lips never leaving his, her tongue twisting and dancing with his. The wet, hungry sounds of their kisses mingled with the soft, rhythmic slap of their bodies. Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck, her delicate fingers gripping his dark curls, pulling him closer, needing more.

The carriage's gentle sway became a wild, unpredictable ride. Each rise and fall of the cobbled streets sent her bouncing on his lap, the thick, pulsing heat filling her with every impact. "N-NNGH… MMHH…!" Lira's voice trembled, her chest heaving against his, her perfect maid uniform a stark contrast to the desperate, trembling woman now lost in pleasure.

Her thoughts were a chaotic storm. SO BIG…! IT'S TOO BIG…! BUT… BUT IT FEELS TOO GOOD…! Every time he pushed deeper, she felt a spark of pleasure racing up her spine. The warmth, the fullness—it was overwhelming. And yet, she didn't want it to stop. She wanted it to last forever.

Mikhailis's hands moved to her hips, his grip tightening, his pace increasing. He pulled her down with each thrust, her body shuddering against him. "Mmhh… slrp… mhh…!" His lips sealed around hers, his tongue teasing hers, tasting her, drowning her desperate gasps in a heated, hungry kiss.

Her hips moved on their own, rolling, grinding against him, her wet, slick warmth squeezing around his length. Her muffled moans grew louder, her body trembling. "MMHH… MMHH… M-MIKHAILIS…! I… I CAN'T…! I CAN'T…!"

Her voice was a muffled plea, but her body never stopped moving. The rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh grew louder, mingling with the clatter of the carriage wheels. Each bump, each jolt of the carriage sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her, her voice rising in a desperate, muffled whimper.

Mikhailis's lips broke from hers, trailing down her jaw, her neck, leaving a hot, wet trail of kisses. "Lira… you're incredible…" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "So beautiful… so perfect…"

Her cheeks burned, her body shuddering. "Y-You… you reckless prince… M-MMMHH…!" Her voice broke into another muffled cry, his lips sealing around hers again, their tongues dancing, twisting, tasting.

Her thighs quivered, her hips rolling faster, her body trembling with each desperate, eager motion. Her wet warmth tightened around him, her slick heat squeezing, her walls pulsing, and Mikhailis's breath grew heavier, his pace faster.

"MMHH… S-SO… FULL…! I CAN… FEEL IT… SO DEEP…!" Her muffled voice was a desperate, trembling cry. Her thoughts were a fevered storm. YES… YES… MORE… FILL ME… FILL ME…! Her body arched, her chest pressing against his, her perfect uniform wrinkled, her flawless, elegant hair swaying with each frantic motion.

The warmth in her belly coiled tighter, her breathing grew frantic, her moans wild and desperate. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, her legs squeezed around his waist. "M-MMMHH… M-MIKHAILIS… I… I'M… I'M GOING TO…!"

Mikhailis's grip tightened, his voice a rough, desperate whisper. "Lira… I'm… I'm close too…!"

Her body clenched, her walls squeezing, pulsing, her voice a muffled, desperate scream. "MMHHH…! YES… YES…! PLEASE… PLEASE FILL ME…! FILL ME… MIKHAILIS…!"

And then she felt it—a fierce, burning heat, a flood that filled her, overflowing, a thick, searing warmth that sent a shudder racing up her spine. Her voice broke into a muffled scream, her body quivering, her thoughts a wild, desperate plea. SO MUCH…! SO WARM…! I… I CAN FEEL IT… IT'S… IT'S TOO MUCH…!

Her belly seemed to swell, a faint, warm pressure pressing from within, a slight bulge forming just below her navel. Even as the warmth filled her, some of it spilled out, dripping down her thighs, pooling on the plush seat below. But she didn't care. Her heart raced, her body trembling, her lips pressing against his. "M-MIKHAILIS… I… I WANT… LET ME BEAR YOUR CHILD…!"

Her words sent another fierce pulse of heat through him, his body responding, another thick, searing stream spilling inside her. His lips pressed against hers, his voice a rough, desperate whisper. "Lira… Lira…!"

Her fingers gripped his shoulders, her body shuddering, her walls squeezing, her voice a muffled, desperate whimper. "N-NGH… MMHH… M-MORE… I CAN FEEL IT… SO MUCH…!"

Their breaths mingled, their lips barely parting. Lira's face was flushed, her dark eyes half-lidded, shimmering with a warm, dreamy glow. "D-Don't… don't pull out…" she whispered, her voice a trembling, breathless plea.

Mikhailis smiled, his lips brushing against hers. "Aren't you quite a perverted one, my lovely maid?"

A faint, teasing smile tugged at her lips. "Of course, your highness. I want to feel you… inside me… even more."