The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort-Chapter 588: The Magician and Science (End)

The leather of his trousers was warm and slick now, coated with her juices, the friction both torturous and exquisite. Her clit pulsed against the rough texture, each grind sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her core. Mikhailis groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh through her garters as he pulled her closer, grinding harder. The wetschlick of her pussy against his trousers filled the air, a lewd counterpoint to the soft creak of the pillar and the faint hum of Rodion’s servos in the distance. Her juices dripped down her thighs, a warm, sticky trail that clung to the lace of her stockings, pooling at the garter straps and leaving a faint sheen on his leather.

"Fuck, you’re so wet," Mikhailis rasped, breaking the kiss just enough to speak, his lips brushing hers with every word. His breath was hot against her mouth, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched her face contort with pleasure. Serelith’s response was a wordless moan, her hips bucking against him, the sensation of his cock pressing against her bare pussy driving her wild. Her labia, slick and swollen, parted further with each grind, the sensitive inner folds brushing against the leather, sending shivers through her entire body. Her clit throbbed, aching for more, and she rocked harder, her movements frantic now, the heat in her core coiling tighter with every second.

Mikhailis’s hands tightened on her ass, guiding her rhythm, his own hips rolling to meet her thrusts. The pillar creaked louder, the wood protesting as their bodies pressed against it, but neither cared. The emerald leaf on the nearby bench pulsed brighter, casting green-gold shadows across their tangled forms, highlighting the sweat beading on Serelith’s throat and the flush spreading across her chest. Her corset strained, the silver buckles glinting with each heaving breath, her breasts threatening to spill over the plunging neckline. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal—her musky sweetness, his earthy heat, the faint spice of cedar and resin weaving through it all.

Serelith’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her body trembling on the edge of release. "Mmmhh, I’m so fucking close," she gasped, her voice breaking as she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her pussy clenched, the walls fluttering with anticipation, her juices flowing freely now, soaking his trousers and dripping onto the stone floor below. Mikhailis kissed her again, harder, his tongue plunging deep, sucking on her lips until they were swollen and red, making her feel like she was floating in a haze of pleasure. His cock throbbed against her, the leather no longer enough to contain the heat of his need, and she could feel the pulse of his arousal matching her own.

Then, with a suddenwhoosh, the air around them shimmered, a faint ripple of magic that made Mikhailis’s breath catch. His trousers, as if guided by an unseen hand, unzipped themselves, the leather parting to reveal his massive cock, thick and throbbing, springing free into the humid air. He knew instantly it was her doing—Serelith’s magic, a sly, wicked trick woven into the heat of the moment. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk, her violet eye glinting with mischief as she tilted her hips, guiding him with deliberate precision. Before he could react, she pushed down, and in one fluid, breathtakingwhoosh, his cock plunged deep into her soaking pussy, filling her completely.

"MMMHGHHHH!!!!" Serelith’s scream was raw, primal, muffled by Mikhailis’s mouth as he kissed her fiercely, his lips crushing hers to swallow the sound. Her pussy clenched around him, the slick, tight walls gripping his shaft like a vise, her labia stretched wide around his girth, flushed a deep, glistening pink. The sensation was unimaginable, a white-hot wave of pleasure that made her body shudder violently against the pillar. Her clit throbbed against the base of his cock, each pulse sending sparks through her core, her juices dripping down his shaft in a warm, sticky flood that coated his balls and trickled onto the stone floor.

"Mngnhh!! Slrp!! Mikha—Mnnhh!!" Her muffled cries vibrated against his lips, her tongue tangled with his in a frantic, sloppy dance. Mikhailis sucked on her tongue, his teeth grazing her swollen lips, drawing out more desperate whimpers as he thrust deeper, his cock buried to the hilt in her pulsing heat. Her pussy was a furnace, slick and tight, the inner walls fluttering with every thrust, her cervix brushing against the tip of his cock with each punishing drive. Her thighs trembled, the lace stockings rasping against his hips, the garter straps digging into her flesh as she rocked against him, chasing the overwhelming fullness that threatened to unravel her completely.

The pillar creaked, the wood protesting as Mikhailis drove into her, his hands gripping her ass to hold her steady. Her corset strained, the silver buckles glinting with each heave of her chest, her breasts bouncing slightly with every thrust, the nipples barely contained by the satin edge. The scent of her arousal—musky, sweet, with a hint of vanilla-rose—mixed with the earthy heat of his sweat, filling the air with a heady, intoxicating haze. Her juices flowed freely now, a glistening stream that coated his cock, dripping down her thighs and soaking the lace of her stockings, leaving a sticky sheen on the garter straps.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," Mikhailis growled, his voice rough with lust, his lips brushing her ear as he thrust harder, the wetslap of their bodies echoing in the workshop. Serelith’s moans were incoherent now, a string of muffled cries—"Mnghh! Slrp! Nnhh!"—as his tongue plunged deeper, claiming her mouth with the same ferocity as his cock claimed her pussy. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red crescent marks through his linen shirt, her body trembling on the edge of oblivion as the pleasure built to a crescendo.

His cock throbbed inside her, the pressure building as her pussy clenched tighter, her walls milking him with every thrust. The emerald leaf pulsed brighter, casting green-gold light across her flushed face, highlighting the sweat beading on her throat and the wild, desperate glint in her violet eye. Her body arched, her hips grinding down to meet his thrusts, the friction of her clit against his pelvis sending her spiraling toward release. Mikhailis could feel his own climax surging, his balls tightening as the heat of her pussy drove him to the edge.

With a final, brutal thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he released a hot, thick flood of cum deep inside her. "MMMHHHHHH!!!!" Serelith’s scream was a muffled explosion, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure overwhelmed her, her body convulsing against the pillar. Her pussy clamped down hard, milking every drop of his cum, the sticky, white heat spilling deep into her core, coating her cervix and dripping down her walls. Her juices gushed in response, a warm, clear flood that mixed with his cum, dripping down his shaft and pooling on the stone floor, soaking her stockings and leaving a glistening trail along her thighs.

Her body shook, her thighs trembling as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, her clit throbbing against his pelvis, each pulse sending fresh shudders through her. Mikhailis kept kissing her, his lips softer now but still hungry, sucking gently on her swollen lips as she whimpered into his mouth. Her eyes, half-lidded and glassy, fluttered as she came down from the high, her chest heaving against the corset, the silver buckles glinting faintly in the fading glow of the emerald leaf. Her panties, still askew, clung damply to her thigh, saturated with their combined fluids, the lace heavy and slick.

They collapsed against the pillar, breathless and spent, their bodies still pressed together in the afterglow. Serelith’s head lolled against his shoulder, her pink hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, her violet eye gleaming with a sated, wicked satisfaction. "Holy shit... that was unreal," she rasped, her voice hoarse, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. Mikhailis chuckled, his lips brushing her temple, his hands still resting on her hips, reluctant to let her go.

"You and your damn magic was so great," he murmured, a playful edge to his voice as he nipped at her earlobe. The workshop was quiet now, save for the faint hum of Rodion’s servos in the distance and the soft creak of the pillar settling under their weight. The emerald leaf pulsed once more, a faint green glow casting shadows across their tangled forms, a silent witness to the chaos of their passion.

The air around them was thick, heavy with the scent of candle smoke, resin, and something unmistakably theirs. Serelith’s breath shuddered against his skin, her body still trembling in his arms, as if her legs hadn’t fully remembered how to hold her yet. The warmth inside her lingered—full, insistent, a quiet reminder of their closeness that made her press her thighs together with a faint, helpless squeeze.

Mikhailis felt the slight tremor in her posture, the way she leaned against him just a little longer, as if gravity itself had turned playful and refused to let her go. He rested his forehead against hers, the bridge of his nose brushing hers in a soft nudge.

Her fingertips skimmed down his chest, slow and careful, as though trying to memorize the thrum of his heartbeat. She smiled, tired but satisfied. "I... I really should go," she whispered, though her body stayed pressed to him, reluctant.

His arms tightened briefly. "I know," he murmured, though his hips hadn’t moved back. He seemed content to hold her there, as though if he stilled the moment long enough, duty might forget to call her.

She shifted, wobbled, and nearly lost her balance, her legs betraying her just enough to make her gasp. Mikhailis caught her waist instinctively, holding her steady.

Her cheeks flushed in a new shade of pink, part embarrassment, part wicked delight. "Gods... my legs—" She bit her lower lip, trying to hide the faint quiver. "You’re terrible, Mik."

His grin stretched wide, shameless. "One of my more refined talents."

Serelith shook her head, still catching her breath, though her smirk gave her away. "I really need to go. I can’t show up late looking like I barely survived you."

"Looking like?" he teased, dragging a thumb gently across her lower lip, slow enough to coax a faint shiver. "Darling, you do more than look like it."

"You’re infuriating." She leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth, as if trying to be brief, but her lips lingered just a beat too long.

His hand settled at the small of her back, pulling her in again before she could fully retreat. His mouth caught hers—no warning, no patience. This kiss wasn’t playful or teasing; it was deep, molten, the kind that left no space between them. Their breaths tangled as she answered him without hesitation, arms curling up to his neck, fingers threading into his hair like she could anchor herself to him. She melted into the kiss, losing herself in the heat, the taste, the aching pressure that coiled between them all over again.

A quiet, needy sigh slipped from her when their tongues brushed in a slow, deliberate slide. His hands roamed her waist, memorizing every curve, while her legs, still faintly unsteady, pressed against him like they might give out again.

Mikhailis gently eased her back against the workbench, steadying her without breaking the kiss. His palm flattened against her back, holding her close, his other hand cupping her cheek, thumb stroking the flushed skin.

Serelith forced herself to part just slightly, her breath brushing his lips. "If you keep kissing me like this," she whispered, her voice thick with the weight of it all, "I won’t make it out of this room."

His grin was a little breathless now. "I’m fully prepared to accept that consequence."

She giggled, the sound soft and husky, before pressing one more lingering kiss to his lips—a slow, sweet drag that made his pulse jump. She drew back with great effort, her body humming, her knees still not entirely convinced they could support her.

Steadying herself with a hand on his chest, she whispered, "Sorry, I really must go. They’ll notice if I vanish for too long."

"You’ll be fine," he murmured, his thumb still brushing lazy circles at her waist. "Just... don’t stumble on the way out. I like you wobbly, but the guards might not."

Her cheeks burned. "Stop." But her laughter betrayed her, soft and real.

They moved together to secure the leaf’s box, their fingers brushing in the process, sharing a final quiet moment. Mikhailis doused the lamps one by one, each flame vanishing with a soft sigh, the shadows creeping back around them.

Rodion hovered nearby, his presence always steady.

<Heat signatures returning to acceptable levels. Path to exit remains viable for six minutes before patrol schedule intersects.>

Serelith blew a kiss to the AI, teasing. "Thank you, guardian of romance."

Mikhailis groaned lightly. "Careful, he’ll start charging us for these moments."

<I am currently evaluating hourly rates.>

They climbed the spiral stair in silence, but the silence was comfortable, stretched warm between them. Halfway up, Serelith’s knees faltered again, the memory of the heat between them pulling a sharp inhale from her. Mikhailis’s arm slid around her waist without hesitation, steadying her once more.

"You’re so bad," she whispered, resting a second longer in his hold.

"And you love it," he whispered back.

At the top, just before parting, she turned and yanked him down by his cravat, their mouths colliding in one final burning kiss. Sticky, deep, and toe-curling. Her hand splayed against his chest; his fingers tangled in her pink curls as he kissed her like he could seal the night between their lips.

She broke away with a breathless, satisfied smile, eyes half-lidded, cheeks still flushed. "Enough. I’ll really stay if you don’t let me go."

"Then go," he whispered, voice hoarse but fond, his thumb brushing the edge of her swollen lip. "Before I give you another reason to stay."

With a conjured cooling breeze to settle the heat in her cheeks, she slipped into the hall’s shadows, vanishing like mist with steps far too graceful for someone still shaking.

Mikhailis stayed a moment longer, pressing his fingertips to his tingling lips, the phantom weight of her still fresh against him.

One day, the world will be ready, he thought, pushing the bookshelf closed with a low sigh. Behind him, the emerald leaf pulsed once, soft and knowing.

"Exactly why it stays secret."

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