The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort-Chapter 546: The Merchants and New Toys (3) [18+]

"Please... please...!" she whispered, her voice a sweet, trembling plea, her fingers clawing at his shoulders.

He leaned in, his warm breath washing over her ear. "Are you ready, Estella?"

Her lips quivered, a faint, desperate whimper slipping free. "Yes... please... I need it... I need you...!"

With a firm, steady motion, he tightened his grip, guiding her, and then—he thrust upward, his thick, burning length pushing against her slick, trembling entrance. The swollen, heated tip pressed against her warmth, spreading her, and then—

"NNNNHHHH...!!!" Estella’s muffled scream burst against his mouth, her slick, warm walls stretching, clenching, squeezing around the thick, searing heat. Her entire body tensed, her thighs quivering against his waist, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Mmmhh... slrp... mhh...!" Mikhailis captured her cries with his mouth, his lips pressing firmly against hers, his tongue pushing past her parted lips. His tongue swirled, twisted, tasting her sweet, breathless gasps. Each desperate moan was swallowed by his hungry kisses, the wet, heated sound of their tongues dancing filling the room.

Her warmth clenched around him, a tight, pulsing embrace that squeezed, shivered, wrapped around the thick, heated length buried within her. Mikhailis’s hips moved instinctively, his hands guiding her, lifting her slightly, then pressing her down. Each slow, steady motion pushed him deeper, spreading her slick heat, drawing sweet, desperate gasps from her lips.

"AH...! N-NO... IT’S... TOO BIG... BUT... BUT SO... GOOD...!" Estella’s voice was a sweet, trembling cry, her body writhing against him, her hips grinding, pressing, her slick warmth squeezing, clenching. Her emerald-green eyes were hazy, lost in a mix of pleasure and helpless need.

Mikhailis’s own breath quickened, his chest pressing against hers, his lips never leaving hers. His tongue continued to dance with hers, each wet, desperate kiss a sweet, fiery collision. His lips pressed, sucked, his tongue twisting, coaxing her own into a fierce, heated dance.

"Mmmhh... slrp... mhh...!" Their kisses grew wilder, hungrier, Estella’s fingers curling in his silver-blond hair, pulling him closer, her gasps swallowed by his mouth. Her hips moved faster, her slick warmth sliding against the thick, burning length, her soft, round thighs pressing tight around his waist.

But even as he buried himself within her, Mikhailis didn’t forget the warmth beside him. His free hand slipped beneath Rhea’s delicate gown, his fingers brushing against her soft, slick heat. A faint, shuddering gasp slipped from her lips, her silver-blue eyes widening, her cheeks flushed a sweet, rosy pink.

"M-Mikhailis..." Rhea’s voice was a faint, trembling whisper, her slender frame pressing against his side, her hips instinctively grinding against his touch. Her slick warmth pulsed beneath his fingers, wet, needy, trembling.

He didn’t neglect her. His fingers traced her, teasing, coaxing, pressing against the slick, heated warmth that throbbed with need. Her breaths came faster, her silver-blue eyes half-lidded, her lips parting in sweet, desperate gasps.

But Estella’s soft, desperate whimpers pulled his attention. Her emerald-green eyes were glazed, her breath coming in short, shuddering bursts. "M-MIKHAILIS...! PLEASE... MORE...! FASTER...!" she cried, her voice breaking, her hips grinding faster, her warmth squeezing, clenching, pulling him deeper.

Mikhailis’s grip on her waist tightened, his hips moving faster, his thick, burning length plunging deeper, stretching her, filling her. The slick, heated friction grew intense, sweet, aching, a desperate warmth that built higher and higher.

"AHHH...! YES... YES...! SO... DEEP...! TOO BIG... BUT... BUT I LOVE IT...!" Estella’s voice was a sweet, desperate cry, her entire body trembling, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, her lips crashing against his. "MMMHH... SLRP... MHH...!"

Their kisses were wild, messy, their tongues twisting, tangling, pressing. His hips thrust faster, each powerful motion filling her, stretching her slick warmth. Her thighs quivered, her slick, wet walls squeezed, pulsed, a sweet, aching pressure building within her.

"NNNNHHHH...!!!" Estella’s voice shattered against his mouth, her warmth tightening, clenching, a sweet, desperate pulse rippling through her. Her emerald-green eyes fluttered, dazed, her breath coming in desperate gasps. Her thighs tightened around his waist, her hips grinding, pressing, her warmth pulsing, squeezing.

Mikhailis’s breath came faster, his own heartbeat pounding against his ribs. His thick, burning length swelled, throbbed, and then—he released, a thick, hot warmth flooding her, spilling deep, filling her. His hands tightened on her hips, his lips pressing fiercely against hers.

"MMMHH... SLRP... MHH...!" Their kiss stretched, her sweet, desperate moans swallowed by his mouth, his tongue pressing, swirling, tasting her.

Estella’s slick warmth overflowed, thick, hot warmth trickling down her thighs, her breath coming in faint, shuddering gasps. Her body trembled, her emerald-green eyes half-lidded, dazed, lost in the sweet, overwhelming bliss.

But even as the sweet haze lingered, a faint, trembling voice cut through the air.

"Now... it’s my turn..."

Rhea’s voice was a sweet, trembling whisper, her silver-blue eyes shining with a quiet, burning hunger. Her petite frame trembled slightly, her slender fingers brushing against his cheek, her soft lips parting, her breath warm. But even as her usual stoic demeanor cracked, her need was raw, almost overwhelming. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Mikhailis’s gaze shifted, meeting her silver-blue eyes, and he saw the fierce, desperate need there—raw, unhidden. Her slender body pressed against his side, her delicate curves warm, her breath coming faster. A sharp contrast to her usual composed, emotionless self, now flushed, trembling, desperate.

Her lips found his—soft at first, a faint, tentative brush. But then—her kiss grew hungry, desperate, her small, warm tongue pressing, swirling, tasting. "MMMHH... SLRP... MHH...!" Rhea’s kiss was fierce, her lips pressing, her tongue dancing, coaxing his into a wild, heated dance.

Her tongue was so different from Estella’s—small, warm, and yet far hungrier, darting, swirling, pressing, almost demanding. Mikhailis felt the fierce heat in every flick, every desperate swirl, her breath coming in sweet, frantic gasps.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, his hand slipping beneath her delicate gown, tracing the soft, slick warmth that throbbed beneath. A shiver ran through her petite body, her hips grinding instinctively against his touch. Her breath caught, her silver-blue eyes fluttering, her soft voice a sweet, desperate whimper.

"M-Mikhailis... please... I... I need you..." Her words were a soft, trembling plea, her lips pressing against his, her warm, hungry tongue swirling, twisting, teasing his own.

Her hips moved faster, grinding against his touch, her slick warmth pressing, pulsing, wet and needy. But even as her sweet, trembling gasps filled his ears, he didn’t forget Estella. His other hand gently cupped her cheek, his lips brushing against hers in a tender, lingering kiss. "You’re incredible, Estella..." he whispered, his voice warm, soothing.

Her cheeks flushed a sweet pink, her emerald-green eyes shimmering with warmth. "Mikhailis..." she whispered, her voice a faint, trembling sigh. But her voice was a gentle whisper, a soft warmth, while Rhea’s kiss was a fierce storm, her small, hungry tongue pressing, swirling, coaxing him deeper.

"Mmmhh... slrp... mhh... mhh...!" Their kisses were wild, Rhea’s small, warm tongue swirling, twisting, pressing, her sweet, desperate gasps swallowed by his mouth. She was almost frantic, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her silver-blue eyes half-lidded, dazed with need.

Her soft, trembling voice slipped between kisses. "Please... Mikhailis... I... I need you... I need it...! I... I’ll go crazy... without it...!"

His touch grew firmer, his fingers teasing, coaxing, feeling the sweet, slick warmth that pulsed against his touch. His thick, burning length pressed against her thigh, hot, heavy, pulsing.

And then—with a firm, steady motion—he lifted her, guiding her slender frame against his lap, her slick, wet warmth pressing against the thick, burning length. But he didn’t push inside her—not yet. His thick, heated shaft rubbed between her slick thighs, the sweet, wet heat smearing against him.

Rhea’s breath caught, her silver-blue eyes wide, her cheeks flushed a sweet pink. Her delicate thighs pressed against his length, her warmth pulsing, rubbing, slick, wet, and needy. "M-Mikhailis...!" she gasped, her voice a sweet, desperate whimper.

But even as her hips moved, grinding against the thick, burning length, his lips pressed against hers, his tongue swirling, dancing. "MMMHH... SLRP... MHH...!" Their kisses were wild, her tongue pressing, swirling, desperate.

"M-Mikhailis... please... put it... inside... please... I... I can’t... I can’t...!" Her voice was a desperate, trembling plea, her silver-blue eyes misting, her delicate frame trembling with raw, aching need.

And then—with a single, powerful thrust—he pushed deep within her.

"NNNNHHHH...!!!" Rhea’s voice broke, her slick, tight warmth squeezing, pulsing, clenching around the thick, searing heat. Her silver-blue eyes widened, rolling back slightly, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "S-SO... BIG...! BUT... BUT... SO GOOD...! I’M... I’M GOING CRAZY...!"