The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort
Chapter 533 - 533: The Queen's Quality Time (End)

Her thoughts wavered, her breath hitching. No one else had ever seen her like this—her smooth, dusky skin, the dark hue inherited from her faint dark elf lineage, her long, pointed ears peeking through her silken white hair. These were parts of her she kept guarded, hidden from all but him. The man who held her now, who kissed her with such desperate hunger, was the only one she had ever let see her like this.

And yet, even as she melted into his embrace, another thought slid beneath her pleasure—a faint, uncomfortable whisper. So he's used this with the other girls as well now… She knew it was by her setting, her choice—after all, she was the one who encouraged him to explore, to live freely. But knowing and feeling were two different things. A faint, twisting ache stirred in her chest, an unfamiliar jealousy blooming, but—

Mikhailis's hand slid lower, his fingers teasing between her thighs, coaxing a soft, helpless gasp from her lips. "Mmhh… M-Mikhailis…" she whispered, her thoughts scattering. He knew. He always knew. The gentle pressure of his touch, the slow, soothing circles, each movement whispered comfort, a silent promise—You are mine, always.

Her heart raced, the ache dissolving beneath a wave of heated, desperate need. Her voice trembled, her fingers gripping his shoulders. "M-Mikhailis… please… please let it in…"

He didn't hesitate. His strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly from the warm water. Her damp hair cascaded around her shoulders, her body pressed against his solid warmth. His silver-blue eyes met hers, a quiet, knowing smile touching his lips. "Anything for you."

He guided her, one hand holding her waist, the other steadying her. The thick, searing heat of him pressed against her slick, trembling entrance, the water rippling around them. And then, with one smooth, powerful motion, he entered her.

"MMHHH—!" Her voice rose, a sharp, breathless scream, her body arching, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. Her warmth stretched, filled—too much, too thick, too deep. The heat pulsed within her, each subtle movement sending waves of pleasure racing up her spine. "H-HUGE…! SO BIG…!"

Her lips sought his, her voice swallowed in a desperate, hungry kiss. "Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… mmm…!" Their tongues danced, her soft, desperate moans muffled against his lips. Her body trembled, her legs wrapping around his waist beneath the water, pressing herself against him, feeling every pulse, every inch.

It's too much… it's always too much… But even as her thoughts trembled, her body moved instinctively, her hips grinding against him, her slick warmth clenching around his thick, searing length. "Nnnh… M-Mikhailis… I… I can feel it…! SO DEEP…!"

His hands gripped her waist, guiding her, his lips never leaving hers. "I've got you, Elowen… I've always got you…" His voice was a warm, soothing murmur between heated, hungry kisses. His hips rocked, slow at first, but each motion sent a fresh surge of heat rushing through her. Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the steamy air—the splash of water, the wet, desperate slap of their bodies meeting.

"Mmh… slrp… mhh… slrp… mhh…!" Their tongues danced, twisted, his lips sealing around hers, swallowing her gasps, her desperate, needy cries. Her fingers tangled in his silver-blond hair, her body pressing closer, the heat growing, burning.

Her thoughts blurred, feverish, desperate. No matter how many girls he does this with… Her chest tightened, her voice a trembling whisper. "M-Mikhailis… I… I want to… I want to be the first… to bear your child…"

His lips left hers, a faint, warm chuckle slipping free. "Oh?" he whispered, his voice a low, teasing murmur. "Well then… I'll just have to make sure you feel every bit of it."

His grip tightened, his hips moving faster, each thrust deeper, harder. Her voice broke into soft, trembling screams. "MMHH… YES…! M-MORE…! SO FULL…! M-MIKHAILIS…!"

Her mind shattered, every thought dissolving into white-hot pleasure. Her warmth clenched around him, her slick heat pulsing, squeezing with each desperate, needy thrust. His lips found her throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and a fierce, trembling moan slipped free. "N-NGH…! S-SO… SO BIG…! YOU'RE… YOU'RE TOO MUCH…!"

The bathwater splashed around them, the rose petals clinging to her damp, heated skin. Her voice rose, her cries mingling with the wet, desperate slap of their bodies meeting. His hands guided her, his touch both gentle and possessive, his breath a warm, ragged melody against her ear.

"Mmhh… slrp… mhh… slrp… mhh…!" Their kiss grew hungrier, their tongues twisting, tasting, their breaths mingling, their hearts racing together. His thick, searing length filled her again and again, each powerful thrust sending a sweet, electric shock racing through her.

Her nails clawed at his back, her voice a desperate, trembling plea. "M-MIKHAILIS…! I… I'M… I'M GOING TO…! I'M GOING TO…!"

His lips found hers, his voice a fierce, breathless whisper. "Then let go, Elowen… let go for me…"

And she did. Her body arched, her warmth clenching around him, her voice a shuddering scream swallowed by his hungry kiss. "MMHHHH…! YES… YES…! M-MIKHAILIS…!"

But he didn't stop. His hips moved faster, the water splashing, their bodies pressing together beneath the warm, shimmering surface. His breath came faster, his own voice a low, desperate growl. "Elowen… I'm… I'm close…!"

"Please…! Please fill me…!" Her voice was a trembling, breathless plea, her fingers tangled in his hair, her lips pressing against his. "I want it… I want all of it…!"

His body tensed, a fierce, burning heat flooding into her. His voice was a low, shuddering moan, his grip tightening. "Elowen…! Nnngh…!"

She felt it—thick, searing warmth spilling into her, filling her, her voice breaking into a soft, desperate scream. "YES… YES… I… I CAN FEEL IT… SO MUCH…! M-MIKHAILIS…!"

Her body quivered, her thoughts a fevered, blissful haze. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips pressing to his, her voice a soft, trembling whisper. "Don't… don't let go…"

Mikhailis's lips curved against hers, a soft, heated smile, his voice a gentle, teasing whisper. "Not planning to."

"More…" she whispered, her voice barely a breath, but the hunger in it was unmistakable.

In a single, fluid motion, Mikhailis lifted her again, his strong hands gripping her waist. Her long, silken white hair clung to her damp, dark skin, her emerald eyes gleaming with raw need. No one else in this world would ever dare to hold her like this, to touch her so freely. No one else would ever be allowed to see her like this—her smooth, dusky skin, the faint shimmer of her elven heritage, her long, elegant ears that twitched faintly with each whispered breath.

Only Mikhailis.

Their lips never parted, her soft, desperate moans swallowed by his hungry kiss. His hips began to move again, a slow, rolling motion that sent a fresh surge of heat racing through her. "Mmh… slrp… mhh… slrp… mhh…!" The wet, rhythmic sound of their kisses mingled with the quiet, lewd slaps of wet flesh meeting wet flesh.

Elowen's legs wrapped around his waist, her body pressing against his, her warmth squeezing around his thick, pulsing length. "MMHHH…! SO… SO DEEP…!" Her voice trembled, each thrust sending sweet, electric shocks rippling up her spine. Her fingers tangled in his silver-blond hair, her lips never leaving his, their tongues twisting, tasting.

"Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… mhh…!" Each wet, needy sound seemed to echo off the misty marble walls of the grand bath chamber. Mikhailis's hands gripped her hips, his strength never wavering, his motions growing faster, deeper.

"Nnnh… M-Mikhailis…! I… I can't… I can't…!" Her voice was a shuddering plea, her warmth squeezing around him, her breath a frantic, desperate rush.

"You can… and you will…" he whispered, his voice a warm, possessive growl against her ear. "Because you're mine, Elowen… only mine…"

Her heart raced, her thoughts scattering, lost beneath the heat, the pleasure, the slow, sensual rhythm of their desperate dance. His lips claimed hers again, his tongue pushing against hers, tasting her, devouring her moans. "Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… slrp…!"

His hips never stopped, the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies meeting growing louder. Water splashed around them, steam swirling in the air, the sweet scent of rose petals mingling with their heated breaths.

Her voice broke, her cries rising in desperate, trembling gasps. "M-MIKHAILIS…! I… I'M… I'M…!"

His arms tightened around her, his voice a rough, whispered command. "Let it out… let me hear you…"

And she did. Her voice rose, a sharp, breathless scream. "MMHHHH…! YES…! YES…! SO FULL…! I CAN… FEEL IT…! YOU'RE… YOU'RE TOO MUCH…!"

His lips claimed hers again, swallowing her desperate cries, his tongue dancing with hers, his hips moving faster. "Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… slrp… mhh…!" Her warmth clenched around him, her body trembling, and still, he didn't stop.

With a low, hungry growl, he carried her effortlessly from the warm, fragrant bath. The soft, rose-scented mist followed them, but his lips never left hers. They stepped into the drying chamber—warm, enchanted air swirling around them, their damp skin drying, but their heat never fading.

Her back pressed against the smooth, warm wall, his lips tracing down her throat, her collarbone, her breathless moans growing louder. His hands gripped her thighs, lifting her higher, pressing her against the wall as his hips thrust faster.

"MMHH… SLRP… MMHH…!" Wet, needy sounds filled the chamber, her voice rising with each deep, powerful thrust. "SO BIG…! TOO… TOO BIG…! M-MIKHAILIS…!"

Her thoughts blurred, a fevered storm of desperate need. Even as her voice rose, even as her body shuddered around him, she wanted more. Always more. "Please… please… don't stop… don't stop…!"

He leaned closer, his lips capturing hers again, his voice a fierce, breathless whisper. "I won't stop… not until you're full… not until you can't even stand…"

Her thoughts melted, her breath a frantic, desperate rush. His hips never slowed, each thrust filling her, stretching her, the heat between them a sweet, burning ache.

And then, at last, he carried her to the grand, silken bed—a vast, plush expanse of silver and deep blue sheets, the moonlight spilling across them. He laid her down, his lips trailing along her thighs, his hands caressing her smooth, warm skin.

But even as she gasped, even as his lips explored her, she felt it again—the thick, searing length pressing against her. Her breath hitched, her voice a trembling whisper. "M-More… please… more…!"

He didn't need to be told twice. He moved over her, his weight pressing against her, his warmth enveloping her. His lips claimed hers, his hands tangled in her hair, and then, with a single, powerful motion, he entered her again.

"MMHHHH—!" Her voice rose, a sweet, trembling scream, her warmth stretching, filled to the brim. Her fingers clawed at his back, her hips arching against him. "HUGE…! SO HUGE…! I CAN FEEL… EVERY… INCH…!"

His voice was a low, rough growl, his hips moving faster. "Then feel me… every bit of me… I want you to remember this…"

Her body trembled, her voice rising, her cries echoing off the grand, marble walls. Outside the royal chamber, maids shifted nervously, their faces burning as the sweet, desperate cries of their queen filled the hallway.

"MMHH…! YES…! YES…! M-MIKHAILIS…! MORE…! PLEASE… MORE…!" Her voice was a frantic, needy melody, her warmth pulsing, squeezing around his thick, searing heat.

His lips found her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. "I won't stop… not until I've filled you… again… and again…"

And he did. Over and over, his body pressed against hers, his heat filling her, each pulse, each desperate, trembling moan sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her voice rose, sweet, desperate cries that spilled into the night.

But even as his warmth flooded her, even as her body trembled, a faint, nagging thought gnawed at her heart. Even after all this… why haven't I… why haven't I…?

As if reading her thoughts, Mikhailis's lips brushed against her ear, his voice a low, soothing whisper. "Bear my child, Elowen… I want you to be the mother of my children…"

Her heart raced, her thoughts shattering beneath the rush of heat, of desperate, overwhelming pleasure. "MMHHH…! YES…! I… I WANT IT…! I WANT TO BEAR YOUR CHILD… M-MIKHAILIS…!"

Their bodies tangled, their breath mingled, the sweet, desperate sounds of their passion filling the vast, silken bedchamber. He filled her again and again, his warmth spilling into her, her voice rising in trembling screams, her warmth squeezing around him, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Hours passed in a fevered blur. Her voice rose, her cries grew louder, her warmth clenched around him, and still, he didn't stop. He whispered sweet, desperate words against her ear, his lips tracing her neck, her collarbone. "Elowen… I love you… I want you… I want you to bear my children… I want you to be mine… always…"

And at last, as the silver moonlight bathed their tangled, trembling bodies, Elowen's voice rose one final time, a sweet, shuddering cry. "M-MIKHAILIS…! FILL ME…! PLEASE… FILL ME…!"

His body tensed, his warmth flooding into her once more, a thick, searing rush that filled her to the brim. Her voice broke into a soft, desperate gasp, her warmth squeezing around him, her thoughts a sweet, hazy blur.

But even as exhaustion claimed them, even as her breath slowed, her body remained wrapped around him—his length still buried deep inside her, a sweet, soothing warmth that refused to fade.

"M-Mikhailis…" she whispered, her voice a soft, dreamy sigh. "I want you… to stay… inside me… always…"

And as her eyes fluttered closed, as sleep wrapped around them, his arms tightened around her, his voice a soft, gentle whisper. "I'm always yours, Elowen… always…"

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Outside the grand double doors of the royal suite, the moonlit hallway was wrapped in a thick, heady silence—except for the faint, muffled sounds slipping through the heavy, silver-inlaid wood. Sweet, desperate cries, muffled gasps, the rhythmic, wet slaps of flesh against flesh—all of it filtered out in a soft, haunting symphony of passion.

The three maids standing guard outside the suite exchanged nervous, heated glances. Their faces were flushed, cheeks burning, fingers trembling against the polished silver trays they carried. Each quiet, desperate moan that echoed through the door sent a fresh, sweet ache spiraling through their bodies.

"By the stars… she sounds so… so beautiful…" whispered one, a silver-haired girl with wide, trembling eyes, her voice barely more than a shaky breath.

"H-Her Majesty… I… I never thought she…" Another maid, her cheeks a fierce crimson, bit her lip, her knees pressing together.

"I… I can't… I can't take this…!" whispered the third, a petite brunette with soft, dark curls. Her fingers slipped from the tray, brushing against the soft, silken fabric of her own dress, a faint, desperate shiver rippling through her.

And then it happened.

A sweet, shuddering scream—a muffled, trembling cry of pure, desperate pleasure—rose from within the suite, clear and ringing even through the thick door. "MMHH…! M-MIKHAILIS…! FILL ME…! PLEASE… FILL ME…!"

The three maids gasped in unison, their breath catching, their legs squeezing together instinctively. The silver-haired maid's hand slipped beneath her apron, fingers trembling, her breath a soft, desperate pant. The brunette bit her sleeve, trying to stifle a whimper, her hips pressing against the cool marble wall.

"I… I need… I need to go…!" The third maid's voice was a frantic, desperate whisper, and without another word, she fled down the hall, her face a fierce, burning red.

The other two remained, trembling, lost in the sweet, aching tension that wrapped around them. Another faint, muffled cry slipped through the door—a softer, sweeter moan, but no less desperate. Their bodies shivered, their breath a quiet, needy melody.

"M-Maybe… maybe we should… take turns…" whispered the silver-haired maid, her voice a soft, trembling plea.

The brunette nodded, her fingers curling against the wall, her knees barely supporting her. "I… I'll go… f-first…"

And as she slipped away, her footsteps a hurried, frantic patter, the silver-haired maid stood alone, her fingers pressing against the soft, silken fabric of her skirt, her heart racing, her breath a desperate, trembling whisper.

Inside the suite, the muffled cries continued—a sweet, desperate symphony that left the grand, moonlit corridor wrapped in a soft, heated silence.

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