The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

"Of course, your highness. I want to feel you… inside me… even more."

Her words sent a fresh surge of heat through him. His length, still buried deep within her, pulsed, hardening again. Lira's eyes widened, her breath catching. "Y-You… you reckless prince…"

His lips captured hers again, his hands gripping her waist, guiding her. "Then let me show you just how reckless I can be."

The carriage continued to sway, each bump sending fresh waves of pleasure through her. Her voice melted into a muffled, desperate cry, her lips never leaving his, their tongues dancing, twisting, tasting.

"MMHH… SLRP… MMHH…!" Wet, hungry kisses mingled with the soft, rhythmic slap of their bodies. Her thoughts were a fevered storm. YES… YES… SO FULL…! MORE… I WANT MORE…!

Their passion continued, her body trembling, her fingers gripping his hair, her voice a muffled, desperate melody. And when he finally released again, another thick, searing rush filled her, her trembling body squeezing, pulsing, her thoughts lost in a blissful, hazy warmth.

Mikhailis's breath came faster, his heartbeat racing against Lira's chest as she leaned against him, her warmth wrapped around him. Her soft, steady breathing tickled his cheek, but her voice was a gentle, dreamy whisper. "M-Mikhalis…"

He blinked, struggling to catch his breath, his senses still flooded with her scent, her warmth, her touch. "What…?"

Lira's lips curled into a faint, mischievous smile, her dark eyes shimmering with a sleepy, sultry glow. "I took us… to another place… not to the palace."

His eyes widened, a playful grin teasing his lips. "You… what?"

"We're going to be out all day," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "So… let's sleep like this."

Her hand reached to the side, her fingers brushing a hidden lever. With a soft, mechanical whir, the plush carriage seat shifted, reclining, the space transforming into a comfortable bed. She leaned back, her arms still wrapped around him, her legs still straddling his waist, their bodies pressed together, her warmth clinging to him.

But even as they settled into the makeshift bed, his length remained buried deep within her, pulsing, thick, and warm. Her body trembled with every subtle movement, her slick heat squeezing around him. "M-Mikhalis…" Her voice was a soft, desperate sigh, her breath warm against his lips.

"Let's… do it until we can't stand…" she whispered, her lips pressing against his, her voice a soft, dreamy plea.

And they did.

Their bodies moved together, a slow, desperate rhythm at first, her hips rocking gently, his hands guiding her, their lips locked in a wet, hungry kiss. "Mmhh… slrp… mhh…!" Their tongues danced, twisted, tasting each other. Her soft, muffled moans spilled into his mouth, her fingers tangled in his hair, her perfect maid uniform wrinkled, her black ponytail swaying with every shuddering breath.

The carriage swayed, each bump in the road sending fresh waves of pleasure rippling through her. Her voice grew louder, her muffled cries a trembling, desperate melody. "MMHH… M-MIKHAILIS…! I… I CAN'T… I CAN'T…!"

His hands gripped her waist, his hips rocking faster, the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies filling the confined space. Her walls clenched around him, her slick heat squeezing, pulsing, her breathing frantic. "MMHH… MMHH… S-SO DEEP…! SO FULL…!"

Her thoughts were a fevered storm. YES… YES… MORE… FILL ME… FILL ME…! Her heart raced, her chest heaved, her body trembling beneath his touch. Her elegant, composed demeanor shattered, replaced by a desperate, hungry woman lost in pleasure.

Mikhailis's lips trailed down her jaw, his voice a rough, breathless whisper. "Lira… you're amazing… so beautiful…"

Her cheeks flushed a fierce red, her dark eyes half-lidded, shimmering with a warm, dreamy glow. "Y-You… you reckless prince…! N-NGH…!"

Her thighs squeezed around his waist, her hips moving faster, her body grinding against him, his thick, pulsing heat driving deeper, filling her, stretching her. "M-MMMHH… I… I CAN FEEL IT… SO MUCH…!"

Her voice was a desperate, trembling cry, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, her lips pressing against his, her tongue meeting his in another wild, hungry kiss. "Mmhh… slrp… mhh…!" The wet, needy sounds of their kisses filled the carriage, drowning out the rhythmic clatter of the wheels.

Their passion didn't wane. Each time her voice rose, each time her body shuddered, they moved together again, their breaths mingling, their bodies tangled in heated, desperate pleasure. Her slick warmth tightened around him, her walls pulsing, her muffled moans a sweet, desperate melody.

"M-Mikhalis… I… I CAN'T…! I'M… I'M COMING…!" Her voice was a muffled scream, her body arching, her walls clenching, squeezing around him, her slick heat flooding, her pleasure crashing over her in fierce, blinding waves.

And still, he didn't stop. His hands gripped her waist, his hips moving faster, his breath hot against her ear. "Lira… I'm… I'm close…!"

Her voice was a trembling, desperate plea. "YES… YES… PLEASE…! FILL ME…! FILL ME…!"

Mikhailis's body tensed, a fierce, burning heat racing up from his core. His release came with a force that stole his breath—a thick, searing warmth that flooded her, filling her. Her body squeezed around him, her voice a muffled scream, her fingers clawing at his shoulders.

"MMHH…! YES… SO… SO MUCH…!" Her thoughts were a wild, desperate cry. SO WARM… SO FULL…! I CAN FEEL IT… IT'S TOO MUCH…!

But she didn't stop. Even as her body quivered, her hips rocked against him, her warmth squeezing, her breath a trembling, desperate gasp. "M-Mikhalis… m-more… I… I WANT MORE…!"

And so they did.

Again and again, their bodies tangled, their breaths mingled, their moans a wild, desperate melody. The carriage swayed, the bumpy roads sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through them. Her thoughts became a fevered haze. MORE… MORE… I CAN'T… I CAN'T STOP…!

Six hours passed in a fevered blur. Their clothes discarded, their breaths heavy, their bodies pressed together, her warmth wrapped around him, his heat filling her. And still, they didn't part. Even as exhaustion claimed them, their bodies remained joined, her warmth clinging to him, his length buried deep within her.

Finally, at last, they lay still. Lira's body curled against his, her head resting on his chest, her breath soft and steady. Her dark hair, once neat and perfect, now a wild, silken curtain against his cheek. Her dark eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks a soft, dreamy pink.

And yet, even as they rested, the heat between them remained—a throbbing, pulsing warmth that refused to fade. His length still stretched her apart, buried deep within her, a thick, searing presence that filled her to the brim. Every subtle twitch sent a faint, rippling shudder through her, her body squeezing around him in gentle, instinctive pulses.

Mikhailis's seed pooled within her, a thick, hot flood that had stretched her belly into a faint, warm bulge. Her womb felt full, a soft, gentle pressure pressing against her from within, and yet, even as her body clenched around him, some of it slipped free, a thick, pearly trail that dripped slowly down her inner thighs, staining the plush seat beneath them.

Lira's breath came in slow, dreamy sighs, but her face remained flushed, a soft pink glow warming her cheeks. Her fingers traced lazy circles against his chest, her voice a soft, sleepy whisper. "M-Mikhalis…" she breathed, her voice barely more than a sigh. "I… want to sleep like this… with you… every night…"

Mikhailis smiled, his arms tightening around her. "I'd like that too."

Her fingers pressed a little harder, her touch warm against his chest, a faint tremor still lingering in her voice. "Then… let's sleep… like this…"

But even as she spoke, her body gave a faint, instinctive squeeze around him, her warmth clinging to his length, her slick heat a constant, gentle pulse. The swollen, faint bulge in her belly throbbed with each subtle movement, her slick warmth dripping, spilling, a slow, lazy trickle that painted her inner thighs.

Yet she didn't care. Her dark eyes fluttered shut, her breathing slowed, her soft, steady warmth a perfect, quiet comfort. The weight of his thick, pulsing heat inside her, the slow, steady drip of his seed pooling within her, spilling from her—it was all part of that perfect, intimate warmth that wrapped around her like a soft, silken blanket.

And as the carriage rolled on, lost in the maze of city streets, the two of them drifted into a warm, peaceful slumber—tangled together, a perfect, quiet warmth filling the narrow, comfortable space.

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Lira's heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floors of the palace hallway, each step precise, each movement a perfect, practiced grace. Her elegant maid uniform had been restored to flawless perfection—crisp, unwrinkled, and pristine, the silver trim catching the soft glow of the chandeliers. Her long, black ponytail swayed with each step, not a single strand out of place, the image of absolute composure.

But beneath that perfect façade, her body ached with a delicious, lingering soreness. A faint, pulsing heat still throbbed between her thighs—a bittersweet reminder of the hours spent tangled with Mikhailis. Her hips protested with every step, a subtle, dull ache radiating from her core. The thick, hot fullness that had stretched her belly to a faint, warm bulge had settled, but a deep, satisfying warmth remained.

And beneath her pristine, immaculate uniform, a tiny, discreet plug kept his lingering warmth from spilling out—an indulgence she had learned from Serelith's own methods. She could still feel the faint, warm trickle pressing against the barrier, a constant, subtle pressure that sent shivers of warmth up her spine. So full… she thought, her cheeks warming, but her expression remained flawlessly composed.

But even in the vast, bustling halls of the palace, Lira's perfect façade didn't go unnoticed. As she passed by a group of younger maids, their whispers danced in the air like faint, fluttering leaves.

"Did you see Head Maid Lira today? She's walking a bit… differently…"

"Maybe she's tired? She works so hard…"

"Tired? But she looks as elegant as ever… though… her cheeks are a little pink…"

One of the younger maids, a silver-haired girl with wide, curious eyes, leaned in, whispering. "Maybe she… you know… met someone special?"

"Shh! Don't be silly! Who could possibly make Head Maid Lira lose her composure?"

Lira's calm smile never wavered, her footsteps never slowed, but beneath that perfect, poised mask, a faint warmth bloomed on her cheeks. Oh, if only you knew…

Her fingers clenched lightly around the silver tray she carried, the polished surface reflecting her calm, collected expression. The subtle ache in her hips, the soft, lingering heat between her thighs, and the gentle pressure of the plug pressing against her warmth—each sensation whispered of the secret she carried beneath her flawless, elegant appearance.

But even as she walked, even as the whispers followed in her wake, she remained the perfect image of grace and composure—the head maid of the palace, unshakeable, untouchable.

And yet, beneath that calm, unyielding mask, her thoughts danced with the memory of his touch, the taste of his kiss, and the lingering, pulsing heat that still throbbed within her.

Fufufu! Serelith, Cerys, this time it's my victory!