The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort-Chapter 580: Whispers Among Wardrobes (End)

"YOU’RE SO DEEP INSIDE ME!" she gasped, her voice a caps-locked cry as she pulled him into another kiss, her lips bruising against his. Her tongue was wild, tangling with his in a desperate dance, and he could taste the raw edge of her need, the way her body craved more. Theslap-slap-slap of their flesh grew frantic, the rhythm building to a crescendo as their movements became more erratic, more primal. Her pussy clenched around him, the walls pulsing with each thrust, and he could feel the tension coiling in her core, the way her body trembled on the edge of release.

Mikhailis’s own arousal was a tight coil, his length throbbing inside her as her wetness coated him, the slick heat driving him closer to the edge. He broke the kiss just enough to murmur against her lips, his voice rough with want, "You’re so fucking wet for me." His words were a growl, low and possessive, and she moaned in response, her hips grinding against him with a desperate urgency.

"MMMHHH!! I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF YOU!" she cried, her voice muffled as she kissed him again, her lips hot and needy. Her thighs tightened around his hips, pulling him deeper, and the locker creaked loudly, the wood straining under their weight. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, the musky tang of her juices mingling with the cedar’s spice, and the sounds of their union filled the space—a wet, rhythmic symphony that echoed in the shadows.

As their movements grew wilder, Serelith’s moans became more frantic, her voice a raw, caps-locked shout that broke with each thrust. "OHHH, I’M SO CLOSE!" she gasped, her nails raking down his back as she arched into him, her pussy clenching around his length with a desperate intensity. Theslap-slap-slap was relentless now, the rhythm driving them both toward a shattering climax, and Mikhailis could feel the heat building in his core, the tension coiling tighter with each movement.

The vault, with its dusty lockers and dormant roots, seemed to hold its breath, as if the ancient stones were complicit in their reckless passion. Somewhere in the crate, Rodion’s optic slit flickered once, a silent witness to the fire unfolding in the shadows, but the world beyond the locker had vanished, consumed by the heat of their bodies and the wild, untamed rhythm of their desire.

The cedar locker trembled, its ancient wood groaning under the weight of their frenzied union, the air inside thick with the primal musk of their arousal and the lingering spice of Serelith’s smoked vanilla perfume. The rhythm of their bodies had reached a fevered pitch, a relentlessslap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh that filled the cramped space with a visceral cadence. Mikhailis’s thrusts were deep and urgent, each one driving his thick length into Serelith’s slick, pulsing cave, her walls clenching around him with a desperate intensity. Her thighs, wrapped tightly around his hips, quivered with each movement, the sheer lace of her stockings rasping against his leather trousers, the black satin straps of her garter belt taut against her creamy skin. Her emerald satin gown, bunched high around her waist, exposed the delicate floral embroidery of her stockings, their silver roses glinting faintly in the dim lantern light that seeped through the locker’s crack.

Serelith’s head was tipped back against the wood, her pink hair spilling in wild, sweat-damp waves over her shoulders, catching the light like molten sugar. Her monocle dangled uselessly from its silver chain, swaying with their movements and casting fractured runes across the locker’s interior, as if her magic itself was unraveling in the heat of their passion. Her corset, laced tightly with black silk cords, strained against her heaving chest, the whalebone stays pressing into her ribs as her breasts swelled against the plunging neckline, a single bead of sweat tracing a glistening path into the shadowed valley between them. Her lips, swollen and flushed, parted in a raw, caps-locked cry, "MMMHHH!! YOU’RE SO DEEP, I CAN’T TAKE IT!" Her voice broke with pleasure, muffled by their bruising kiss, her tongue tangling with his in a wild, desperate dance that tasted of rose sugar and salt.

Mikhailis’s hands were everywhere—one gripping the soft curve of her ass, fingers digging into the flesh through her stockings, the other braced against the locker wall, keeping her pinned in place. His hips snapped forward, each thrust stretching her cave deliciously around his girth, the slick heat of her juices coating his length and dripping down her thighs, leaving a warm, viscous trail on his trousers. Her clit, swollen and sensitive, brushed against the base of his cock with every roll of his hips, sending shocks of pleasure through her core. She rocked against him, meeting his thrusts with a feral rhythm, her nails raking down his back through his leather coat, leaving faint trails of heat. "OHHH, RIGHT THERE, DON’T STOP!" she shouted, her voice a husky roar as she arched into him, her pussy clenching tighter, the walls fluttering with the building tension of her climax.

The locker shook with their movements, the wood creaking in protest, a faint shower of dust drifting down like ash, catching in Serelith’s hair and dusting her shoulders. The air was a furnace, thick with the scent of her arousal—a musky, sweet tang that mingled with the cedar’s spice and the faint salt of their sweat. Mikhailis could feel the coil of his own release tightening, his cock throbbing inside her, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. Her pussy was a vise, hot and slick, the pulse of her walls urging him deeper, the faint brush of her cervix against his tip sending jolts of fire through his veins. He broke their kiss just enough to growl against her lips, his voice rough with need, "You’re so fucking tight, Serelith. I’m gonna lose it."

Her eyes, half-lidded and gleaming with raw desire, locked onto his, the violet flecks glinting like amethysts in the dim light. "MMMHHH!! GIVE IT TO ME, YOU NAUGHTY PRINCE!" she cried, her voice breaking as she pulled him back into a searing kiss, her lips hot and needy, her tongue plunging against his with a wild abandon. Theslap-slap-slap of their flesh grew frantic, the rhythm a primal drumbeat that echoed in the shadows, the wetschlick of her pussy swallowing his cock filling the space with a lewd symphony. Her juices flowed freely now, a warm, sticky flood that coated his length and dripped onto the locker’s wooden floor, the scent of her arousal a potent elixir that drove him wild.

Serelith’s moans were relentless, a cacophony of caps-locked cries that broke with each thrust. "OHHH, I’M SO FUCKING CLOSE!" she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her thighs trembling as she clung to him, her pussy clenching with a desperate intensity. The tension in her core was a live wire, sparking with every movement, and Mikhailis could feel it—the way her walls pulsed, the way her body shuddered on the brink of release. He angled his hips, driving deeper, the tip of his cock brushing her cervix with each thrust, and she screamed, her voice raw and unrestrained, "MMMHHH!! YES, YES, YES!"

The climax hit her like a tidal wave, her pussy convulsing around his cock, the walls spasming with a fierce, rhythmic pulse that milked him mercilessly. Her juices gushed, a hot, viscous flood that soaked his length and dripped down her thighs, the slick heat pooling at the base of her stockings. Her body shook, her thighs tightening around his hips as she arched into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, the satin of her gown sliding against his leather coat with a soft rustle. "OHHH, I’M CUMMING SO HARD!" she shouted, her voice a broken cry as she kissed him again, her lips bruising, her tongue wild and desperate. Theschlick-schlick of her pussy, theslap-slap of their flesh, the creak of the locker—all of it blended into a primal crescendo that consumed them both.

Mikhailis’s own release was unstoppable, the coil in his core snapping as her pussy clenched around him, drawing him over the edge. He thrust deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he came, a hot, thick flood of cum spilling into her, filling her pussy with a warmth that made her moan louder, "MMMHHH!! I FEEL IT, SO FUCKING HOT!" Her walls fluttered around him, milking every drop, the slick mix of their fluids dripping down her thighs, a sticky trail that clung to her stockings and pooled on the floor. The sensation was overwhelming, a raw, visceral heat that left him breathless, his hips jerking with the aftershocks of his climax.

Their movements slowed, the frantic rhythm giving way to a languid, trembling stillness, their bodies pressed together in the locker’s confines. Serelith’s breath was ragged, her chest heaving as she leaned back against the wood, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with satisfaction. Her lips, still swollen, curled into a wicked, triumphant smirk, and she licked them slowly, savoring the taste of their kiss. Her pussy was still warm and slick around his softening cock, the faint pulse of her walls a lingering reminder of their shared ecstasy. She shifted slightly, her thighs trembling as she adjusted her grip around his hips, the lace of her stockings rasping softly against his trousers.

Mikhailis’s hands roamed gently now, one cradling her lower back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine through the satin, while the other brushed a damp strand of pink hair from her temple. His breath was heavy, his pulse still racing, and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her jaw, tasting the salt of her sweat. The air was thick with the aftermath of their passion, the musky scent of their cum mingling with her perfume, the cedar’s spice a grounding note beneath it all. The locker creaked faintly, settling under their weight, and a final dusting of cedar flakes drifted down, catching in her hair like tiny stars.

Serelith’s voice, husky and teasing, broke the silence, her smirk widening as she tilted her head to meet his gaze. "Now you ready to tell me everything?" she purred, her tone laced with playful challenge, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest, slipping beneath his shirt to feel the heat of his skin.

Mikhailis chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through their pressed bodies. His eyes glinted with amusement, but there was a spark of surrender in them, a quiet acknowledgment of her victory. "Okay, you win," he murmured, his voice rough but warm, his lips brushing hers in a fleeting kiss. "I’ll tell you everything."

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