The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort
Chapter 543 - 543: The Merchant and The New Firm (End) [18+]

"I… am perfectly… in control."

"Are you?" he whispered, his fingers pressing against her slick, swollen heat, teasing the entrance, the thick head of him pressing a fraction deeper, just enough for the slick, wet warmth to cling to him.

Estella's voice wavered. "I-Indeed. Ladies, please… take your time to browse. Our finest powders and fragrances are along the left display."

Mikhailis's grin widened. He pressed forward, the thick, burning length slipping deeper, spreading her, the slick heat engulfing him. But he stopped, just halfway in, feeling the wet, tight clench of her warmth against him. The sweet, aching bliss of it nearly made his own composure crack.

Estella's voice caught, her fingers tightening on the counter's edge, knuckles white. "O-Of course… if you need… any advice… please… ask."

But then she trembled, her resolve shattering. Her hand slipped behind her, gripping his wrist, her fingers squeezing with desperate strength. And then—she pushed back, her plush, slick warmth sinking, pressing against the thick, pulsing heat. Her voice broke into a soft, desperate gasp, too quiet for the customers to hear, but to Mikhailis, it was a symphony.

"Mmmhh… M-Mikhailis… I… I can't… I can't keep this up…"

"Then stop pretending," he whispered, his voice a low, heated growl. His hands gripped her waist, and with a smooth, powerful motion, he pulled her back—sinking the thick, burning length deeper, spreading her slick heat wide.

"NNNGHHH…!" Her cry was muffled, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, her emerald-green eyes wide, desperate, but she still tried to maintain her calm, polite smile for the customers.

Mikhailis leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear. "Careful, Estella… you wouldn't want them to hear, would you?"

Her eyes blazed with a mix of defiance and need. "You… mmmhh… you… devil…"

But then—her knees weakened, and with a sudden, desperate motion, her hand grabbed his wrist, yanking him through the side door beside the counter. The door swung shut behind them, and they were in the small, cozy sitting room—plush velvet seats, a silver tray with rose-honey ambrosia, and a soft, dim light filtering through the stained-glass window.

Her back pressed against the door, her chest rising and falling in desperate, shuddering breaths. "You… you almost… made me…"

He grinned, leaning closer, his lips brushing hers. "Almost? I thought I did."

Her trembling fingers reached for his shirt, pulling him closer, her lips crashing against his in a desperate, hungry kiss. "You… you're going to finish what you started…" she whispered, her voice a sweet, breathless plea.

And he would.

Mikhailis sank into the plush, velvet seat of the small, dimly lit sitting room. The silver tray with rose-honey ambrosia shimmered faintly beside them, casting a warm, golden glow that danced along Estella's emerald-green eyes. Her dark green curls cascaded around her shoulders, wild and thick, the soft ringlets brushing her flushed cheeks. Her lips were parted, her breath quick and shuddering, and her full, lush figure trembled with need.

"I can't stand it any longer," she whispered, her voice a desperate, breathy plea. Her hands pressed against his chest, fingers curling against the firm, warm muscle beneath his shirt. And then, without another word, she straddled him.

Her full, rounded hips settled against his lap, her warm, bare thighs cradling his waist. Mikhailis's hands instinctively found her waist, fingers sinking into the soft, supple curve of her body. Her dark green curls framed her face like a wild, silken halo, her emerald-green eyes locked onto his with a fierce, hungry intensity.

Their lips met—no, crashed together—her mouth pressing against his with a feverish hunger. "Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… slrp… mhh…!" Their tongues danced, twisting, tasting, her soft, wet lips moving with desperate, aching need. Her tongue slipped against his, teasing, tangling, then withdrawing only to press deeper again.

Her hands slipped to his shoulders, gripping him, her nails faintly pressing through his shirt. Mikhailis groaned into the kiss, his fingers tightening on her waist. Her hips shifted, rubbing against the thick, swollen heat straining beneath his trousers.

"Haah… haah… I can't wait… I can't… wait…" she whispered between kisses, her breath hot against his lips. Her hands slipped to his trousers, fingers deftly unfastening the laces, her touch trembling but eager. The thick, searing length sprang free, heavy and pulsing, the swollen head glistening.

Her emerald-green eyes widened for a heartbeat, her breath catching, her gaze locked onto the sheer, intimidating size of him. But that shock quickly gave way to hunger. Her slick warmth pressed against him, her thighs trembling as she lifted herself slightly. Her wet, heated folds rubbed against the thick, burning length, smearing slick warmth along the hot, pulsing surface.

"Mmmhh… slrp… mhh…!" She kissed him again, her tongue pressing against his, swirling, twisting. Her lips pressed, sucked, teased, her warm breath mingling with his. And then—she lifted her hips, guiding the thick, swollen tip against her slick, aching entrance.

"MMHHH—!" Her voice rose in a desperate, muffled cry, her tongue pressing deep into his mouth, her kiss turning frantic. Her slick, tight warmth stretched around the thick, pulsing heat, the swollen head pushing inside, spreading her wide.

Her thighs quivered, her fingers gripped his shoulders, and her back arched. "NNNNHHHH…! I-IT'S… IT'S TOO BIG…!" she whimpered, her voice muffled against his mouth. But she didn't pull away. No, she sank lower, her wet, heated folds stretching, engulfing the thick, burning length inch by inch.

"Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… mhh…!" Their tongues danced, her lips pressing, sucking, her soft, desperate moans swallowed by his hungry mouth. Her hips trembled, her warmth squeezing, pulsing, clenching around him.

Mikhailis's fingers gripped her hips, lifting her slightly, then guiding her down, pressing the thick, searing length deeper. Her plush, slick warmth swallowed him, stretched around him, her thighs quivering with each subtle movement.

"NNNNHHH…! S-SO… SO MUCH…!" she cried, her muffled voice trembling, her hips rolling instinctively, her slick, heated walls tightening, squeezing. Her plump, voluptuous figure pressed against his chest, her soft, round breasts pressing, her hardened peaks rubbing against the fabric of his shirt.

Her voice was a sweet, breathless whimper. "N-NNGH… YOU… YOU'RE… SO DEEP…!"

"Shh…" he whispered against her lips, though his own breath came fast, his pulse pounding against his ribs. "Can you take it, Estella?"

"Y-YES…! YES…! M-MORE…!" she pleaded, her hips pressing downward, sinking further, the thick, pulsing heat filling her, stretching her slick, aching warmth. Her thighs tightened around his waist, her nails dragging against his shoulders.

"Mmmhh… slrp… mhh…!" Their lips never parted, their tongues twisted, tasted, the wet, desperate sounds of their kiss filling the small, dimly lit room.

Her hips began to move, rolling, grinding against him, the thick, burning length sliding in and out, each slow, powerful motion sending sweet, electric shocks racing up her spine. Her plush, rounded curves pressed against him, her dark green curls swaying with each movement.

"NNNNHHH…! MMHHH… I… I'M… I'M TOO FULL…! YOU'RE… YOU'RE TOO BIG…!" she whimpered, her voice a sweet, desperate whisper against his lips. But even as she trembled, she didn't stop—her hips moved faster, the slick, wet heat clenching, squeezing, her thighs pressing tighter.

Mikhailis's hands slipped to her plush, rounded backside, his fingers sinking into the soft, supple curves. He lifted her slightly, then guided her down, each powerful motion burying the thick, burning length deeper, spreading her warmth wide.

"NNNNHHH…! YES…! YES…! F-FILL ME…! FILL ME…!" she cried, her voice muffled against his mouth, her tongue pressing, swirling, tasting. "Mmmhh… slrp… mhh…!"

Her plush, rounded figure bounced against his lap, her slick, heated warmth squeezing, pulsing, clenching around him. The wet, rhythmic slaps of their bodies meeting filled the small room, a sweet, desperate symphony of pleasure.

And then—her back arched, her emerald-green eyes wide, her mouth parting in a sweet, desperate gasp. "NNNNHHH…! I… I'M… I'M…!"

"Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… mhh…!" He kissed her again, his tongue pressing, swirling, her sweet, desperate moans swallowed by his mouth. His thick, pulsing heat swelled, throbbed, and then—white-hot, searing warmth erupted, flooding her slick, aching depths.

"NNNNHHHHH…! YES…! YES…! I… I FEEL IT…! SO MUCH…! IT'S… IT'S FILLING ME…!" she whimpered, her plush, rounded hips trembling, her slick, heated walls squeezing, clenching around the thick, burning length.

Her slick warmth overflowed, thick, hot seed spilling out, trickling down her plush thighs. Her head fell against his shoulder, her breath a sweet, desperate pant. "Haaah… haaah… s-so… so much… haah…"

But her lips found his again, and her tongue pressed, danced, tangled with his. "Mmmhh… slrp… mhh… mhh…!" The wet, desperate kiss stretched on, their tongues twisting, tasting, the sweet, slick taste of her lingering.

Mikhailis's fingers brushed her cheek, his silver-blue eyes meeting her emerald-green gaze. "You… you really are a bad girl, Estella…"

She laughed, a sweet, breathless sound. "I know… I'm your bad girl…"

Their lips met again, a slower, softer kiss, but still heated, her plush, soft body pressed against him. A sweet, thick warmth continued to trickle from between her thighs, a faint, sticky warmth smearing against his lap.

"It's a good luck charm," she whispered, her emerald eyes sparkling. "A sign of prosperity."

Mikhailis chuckled, brushing a strand of her dark green hair behind her ear. "Prosperity, huh?"

But then—"Hello? Is there anyone here?" a voice called from the store.

Estella's eyes widened, and she pressed a finger to his lips, a playful, daring smile on her own. "Not a word."

She stood, straightened her gown, a faint trickle of warmth slipping down her inner thigh. Her voice was as smooth and professional as ever. "Yes, my ladies! I'll be with you in just a moment."

Estella stepped out of the small sitting room, her stride poised but with the faintest, almost imperceptible tremor in her legs. Each step sent a subtle, sweet ache rippling through her—remnants of the warmth that still trickled slowly between her thighs. Yet her face was a perfect mask of professionalism, a serene smile painted across her lips, her emerald-green eyes sharp and welcoming.

"Welcome, my ladies!" Estella greeted a trio of noblewomen with her usual grace, her voice smooth, her gestures elegant. Her dark green curls shimmered in the light, cascading down her back like a lush, silken waterfall. "May I interest you in our latest collection of enchanted skincare? The new moon-petal serum is a delight for radiant skin."

But as she reached for the delicate glass vial, her fingers wavered slightly, a subtle tremor hidden by a graceful flick of her wrist. Beneath the counter, her thighs pressed together instinctively, the sweet, slick warmth still trickling down, a hidden reminder of her moment with Mikhailis.

Across the store, Rhea moved among the display shelves, her silver-blue eyes calm and precise, her movements efficient. But even she wasn't entirely untouched—her own steps carried a faint unsteadiness, a gentle, instinctive sway of her hips as she adjusted products. The slight, pleasant ache between her thighs whispered of her own stolen moment, and she could feel the lingering heat with each step.

Yet no one noticed. The noblewomen, their daughters, and the refined customers of Lumine Étoile saw only the poised, elegant owners and their attentive staff. They saw Rhea's sharp, calculating gaze, her elegant posture, and Estella's radiant, sophisticated charm. They didn't see the faint, almost invisible shivers that danced through them or the delicate flush that touched their cheeks.

Mikhailis stood at the edge of the room, his silver-blue eyes wandering, admiring the two women as they moved. His heart swelled with a quiet, fierce satisfaction. These were his girls—brilliant, beautiful, strong women who commanded respect and admiration from the city's elite. No one here knew the intimate side of them—the side that clung to him, whispered his name, melted beneath his touch.

Watching Estella's radiant smile as she guided a noblewoman through a selection of shimmering powders, he couldn't help but grin. Her voice remained smooth, her gestures elegant, even as he saw the faint, hidden tension in her thighs, the way she leaned ever so slightly against the counter to steady herself.

And then there was Rhea—her cool, composed demeanor as she advised a young noble daughter on the right shade of enchanted lip oil. Her short, light green hair shone beneath the soft lantern light, her silver-blue eyes calm and precise. But he saw the slight, instinctive clench of her thighs, the way she shifted her weight every so often, the tiny flush on her cheeks that she tried to hide behind her calm mask.

They're incredible, he thought, his chest tightening with pride and a touch of possessive delight. No one else sees it. No one else knows. They're radiant, powerful, and mine.

One of the noblewomen approached Estella, her voice carrying a light, curious tone. "My dear, you seem so radiant today. There's a glow about you."

Estella's smile didn't falter. "A proper beauty regimen, my lady. Moon-petal essence and a touch of sun-dust shimmer."

"Ah, so that's the secret!" The noblewoman laughed, oblivious to the faint quiver in Estella's voice.

Rhea was explaining the enchantment properties of a floral perfume, her voice smooth and even. But when her customer leaned closer, praising her dedication, a faint shiver ran through her, barely noticeable but there. Mikhailis caught it, his grin widening.

Amidst the perfume-laced air and soft, ethereal harp music that played in the background, he saw it all—the elegant facade, the perfectly poised smiles, and the faint, hidden traces of their passion.

I love this, he thought. Seeing them like this—respected, admired, adored—while only I know the heat beneath that composure. Only I get to see them tremble, to hear their desperate, breathless whispers.

As the customers moved between displays, enchanted powders sparkling and mirrors reflecting their radiant faces, Mikhailis stepped forward. His presence drew a few curious glances, the handsome, silver-haired clerk who had charmed half the store earlier. But he moved with the calm, easy grace of someone who belonged.

He slipped between Estella and Rhea, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. His voice was low, a whisper only they could hear.

"I have something else to show you. Something you will be very happy about."

Estella's emerald-green eyes flicked to his, a spark of curiosity beneath her poised smile. Rhea's silver-blue gaze narrowed, her lips curving into a faint, almost teasing smile. But neither spoke—both maintaining their serene, professional facades.

Mikhailis leaned back, folding his arms, his grin growing. "You won't want to miss this."

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