The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort
Chapter 541 - 541: The Merchant and The New Firm (6) [18+]

"M-Mikhailis…" she whispered, barely a breath.

He swallowed. "It's a… natural reaction."

But he couldn't tear his gaze away, his pulse racing, his breath growing faint and shallow. And in the close, heated darkness of the locker, he saw her lips part slightly, a faint, tremulous quiver.

Rhea's heart pounded in her chest like a war drum, each beat echoing in her ears, drowning out the muffled sounds of the noblewomen outside the locker. Her breaths came fast and shallow, her silver-blue eyes locked on the dark shadow between them, where the thick, heated length of Mikhailis pressed insistently against her thigh.

It was too close—too thick, too hot, and every tiny shift sent a faint, electric thrill up her spine. Calm down. You can't… not here. Not now. But her own body betrayed her, warmth blooming low in her belly, a slick heat pooling between her thighs. Her breaths grew ragged, and she struggled to control herself.

But the cramped space made it impossible. Each time she tried to shift, the pressure only increased, the firm heat rubbing against her thigh, sending shivers racing through her. Her lips parted, a faint gasp slipping free. Her gaze rose, and she saw his face—so close, silver-blue eyes darkened with a hunger barely restrained.

Mikhailis…

Her thoughts scattered. His lips were right there, his breath warm, mingling with hers. And then she couldn't take it anymore. Her hand reached up, fingers curling into the fabric of his vest, and she leaned forward. Their lips met—soft at first, a tentative brush, but the touch was like a spark to dry leaves.

"Mmmhh… slrp… mhh…"

Their kiss deepened instantly, tongues meeting, twisting, tasting. His lips were firm, his tongue hot and hungry, coaxing her, exploring her. Rhea's breath hitched, a faint, needy whimper muffled against his mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her chest pressing against his, her thigh grinding against that thick, pulsing heat.

"Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… slrp…!"

The wet, desperate sounds of their kiss filled the cramped locker, each needy slurp sending a pulse of molten heat racing through her. Her mind drowned in the sweet, overwhelming taste of him, in the heat of his mouth, the warmth of his strong arms wrapping around her. She forgot everything—the noblewomen searching outside, the crowded store, the world beyond this tiny, suffocating haven. Only him. Only this. Only the fierce, burning need that coiled tighter with every breath.

But the heat… it was too much. Her body ached, a desperate, throbbing ache that refused to be ignored. Her slender hand slipped down between them, fumbling at the waistband of his trousers. Her fingers slipped inside, brushing against searing, rigid heat. He gasped against her mouth, a low, hungry growl, and his hips twitched.

Her hand closed around him—thick, hot, pulsing against her palm. Her breath hitched, and a shiver raced down her spine. It was too much. Too big. Just as before. And yet… it was perfect. Her fingers traced the thick, pulsing veins, her palm rubbing along his length. Her grip tightened, stroking slowly, savoring the heat, the weight, the way it throbbed in her hand.

Mikhailis's own hand slipped beneath her skirt, rough fingers brushing against the smooth, damp fabric of her undergarments. A sharp, shivering gasp escaped her lips, muffled by their kiss. His fingers pushed the soaked fabric aside, tracing the slick, burning heat between her thighs.

"M-Mikhailis…" she breathed, her voice a trembling whimper swallowed by his mouth. Her hips bucked against his touch, a faint, helpless grind, and his fingers teased her, sliding against her slick, needy warmth.

"You're… already so wet…" he murmured against her lips, his voice a low, breathless whisper, his fingers slipping, circling, teasing.

"I-I can't… I can't wait… I need you… I need it…!" she whispered, her voice a desperate, trembling plea.

"Then… I won't make you wait," he whispered back, his tone a mix of warmth and hunger.

He leaned down, his strong arms wrapping around her slender frame, lifting her easily. Rhea's breath caught, her heart racing. He's so strong… so big… Her petite frame pressed against his solid warmth, and she felt the thick, pulsing heat brush against her slick, trembling entrance.

Can it… fit? It's so… so big…

But her need drowned out the doubt, the fear. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms encircling his neck, pulling him closer, her lips pressing against his. "K-Kiss me… so I… so I don't scream…"

He didn't hesitate. His lips crashed against hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth, tangling with hers. "Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… slrp…!"

The wet, desperate sounds of their kiss grew louder, muffled but fierce. Her tongue danced with his, her breath mingling with his heated gasps. His thick, burning length pressed against her slick, needy heat, and she felt it—felt the pressure, the slow, steady push as he began to enter.

"NNNGHHHH…!!!" Her muffled scream vibrated against his lips, her entire body tensing, her slick warmth stretching, struggling to take him. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her legs clenching around his waist.

But he didn't stop. Slowly, carefully, he pushed deeper, his thick heat sinking inside her, filling her inch by inch. Her slick warmth squeezed around him, pulsing, clenching, trying to take him.

"Nnnghh… s-so… big…!" she whimpered, her voice a desperate, muffled plea against his mouth. "M-Mikhailis… it's… it's too much…"

"You can… take it…" he whispered, his voice a warm, soothing murmur between heated, hungry kisses. His hands gripped her waist, steadying her, guiding her, each slow, careful motion sending a fresh, sweet shock racing through her.

Outside the locker, the muffled voices of the noblewomen continued, mixed with the rustle of silken gowns.

"Where is he? That handsome clerk…"

"I saw him come this way!"

"Maybe he's hiding… Oh, I must try this dress—"

But their desperate voices were a distant hum, a faint, blurred echo. All that mattered was him—his warmth, his strength, the thick, burning heat stretching her, filling her.

It's only… halfway… how… how can I take all of it?

Mikhailis's lips left hers, trailing down her cheek, his breath hot against her ear. "You're… so tight… so warm…"

Her mind spun, her breath quickening. She felt it—the slow, gentle pulse, the steady heat sinking deeper, filling her. His strong hands gripped her waist, lifting her slightly, then easing her down, helping her take him.

"M-More… please… more…!" she whispered, her voice a desperate, trembling gasp.

"Rhea… I don't want to hurt you…"

"I… I don't care… please… I want it… I want it all…!"

Her voice was a sweet, desperate whisper, her silver-blue eyes glowing with helpless need. His grip tightened, and then, with one firm, steady motion, he pushed deeper.

"NNNNHHHHHHHH…!!!" Her muffled scream shattered against his mouth, her slick warmth stretching, pulsing, clenching around his thick, burning length. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, her hips twitching, her entire body trembling.

"It's… it's so… so big…!" she whispered, her voice a sweet, desperate whimper. But even as her body trembled, her hips rocked instinctively, her warmth squeezing, pulsing, inviting him.

"Rhea…" His voice was a warm, ragged whisper, his lips capturing hers again, their tongues dancing, tasting, the wet, desperate sounds of their kiss mingling with her muffled gasps. "Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… mhh…"

The thick, searing heat throbbed inside her, filling her with each slow, careful push. Her thighs quivered, her breath came in hot, trembling bursts. But the ache, the stretch, the sweet, overwhelming fullness—it was perfect. It was everything.

"I… I love it… I love you… Mikhailis…!" she whispered, her voice a trembling, desperate moan.

"I love you too… Rhea…" he whispered, his voice a sweet, soothing warmth. His hips moved again, slow, careful, each gentle thrust sending a fresh, sweet shock rippling through her.

"Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… slrp…!" Their kiss grew hungrier, their tongues twisting, tasting, their breaths mingling, their hearts racing. Her warmth clenched around him, pulsing, squeezing, the sweet, aching heat consuming her.

Outside, the noblewomen's voices grew louder, laughter and murmurs, the soft rustle of silks.

But here, in the cramped, hidden haven of the locker, there was only their heat, their desperate kisses, their whispered pleas. And with each slow, careful thrust, the sweet, aching bliss built, drowning them both.

Rhea's breaths came faster, each trembling gasp swallowed by Mikhailis's mouth. The cramped space of the locker seemed to vanish, replaced by a dizzying world of heat, pulsing pressure, and the slick, desperate slide of their bodies. His thick, burning length filled her, stretching her with every slow, steady thrust. It was too much—too thick, too deep. Yet she couldn't escape it. She didn't want to.

Her legs tightened around his waist, her slender fingers clawing at his shoulders, her silver-blue eyes squeezed shut, her lips locked with his in a desperate, muffled kiss.

"Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… slrp…!"

The wet, needy sounds of their kiss filled the narrow space, each slick, desperate slide of their tongues a whispered promise, a wordless cry. Her tongue danced with his, curling, twisting, tasting. Each time his lips pressed against hers, another sweet, shivering pulse raced down her spine.

Outside, the muffled voices of noblewomen grew closer.

"Did you hear something?"

"I thought I saw someone by the lockers."

Rhea's breath hitched, a faint shiver racing through her. Panic tangled with the burning heat inside her, but Mikhailis didn't stop. His hips moved—slow, careful thrusts that sent sweet, aching pressure surging through her. Her voice trembled against his lips, a muffled, desperate whimper.

"Mmmh… s-someone's… coming…!" she whispered, her voice a faint, trembling breath against his mouth.

"Then stay quiet…" he murmured, his voice a warm, teasing whisper. His lips sealed over hers again, and his hips moved—deeper, firmer, the thick, burning heat pushing, pressing, filling her.

"NNNGHHH…!!!" Her muffled scream shattered against his lips, her slick warmth clenching, pulsing, squeezing around him. Her silver-blue eyes fluttered open, dazed, desperate, drowning in the sweet, overwhelming bliss.

Outside, the muffled voices grew louder, the rustle of silks and lace brushing against the lockers. One voice came closer. "Is someone there?"

Rhea's pulse spiked, her breath catching. But Mikhailis didn't stop. His thick, burning length pulsed within her, pushing deeper, pressing against her slick, trembling warmth. His lips moved against hers, his tongue sliding, twisting, tasting.

"Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… slrp…!"

The wet, desperate sounds of their kiss drowned out her muffled gasps, her trembling, shivering moans. Her hips bucked instinctively, her slick warmth squeezing, clenching around him.

The footsteps outside paused—then turned away, the soft murmurs of noblewomen fading again.

Relief crashed over her, but it was swallowed instantly by the sweet, aching heat. Mikhailis's hips moved faster now, the thick, burning length sliding, pressing, filling her. His strong hands gripped her waist, holding her steady, guiding her, each deep, powerful thrust sending sweet, trembling bliss racing through her.

"Nnnngh… mmmhh… slrp… mhh…!"

Her moans grew louder, muffled against his mouth, her slender frame trembling, her silver-blue eyes wide, dazed. The heat built—sweet, aching, overwhelming. Each thrust sent another sweet shock racing through her, her pulse racing, her breath quickening.

"M-Mikhailis… I… I'm… I'm…!!!"

"Rhea… so tight… so warm…" His voice was a low, desperate whisper against her lips. His hips moved faster, harder, the thick, searing heat filling her, pushing her to the edge.

Her vision blurred, her body tensed, and then—

"NNNNHHHHHHH…!!!"