The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort-Chapter 547: The Merchants and New Toys (End) [18+]

"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…!"

Her small, delicate body clung to him, her hips moving frantically, grinding against the thick, burning length that stretched her, filled her. Each powerful thrust sent a shockwave of sweet, aching pleasure through her, her voice breaking in soft, desperate cries.

"AHH…! I… I CAN'T…! I… I CAN'T… IT'S… TOO MUCH…!" she cried, her head falling back, her silver-blue eyes rolling, her slick warmth squeezing, pulsing, clenching with desperate, helpless pleasure.

Her voice was a sweet, trembling mix of desperation and bliss, her delicate hands clutching at his shoulders, her hips moving faster, her slick warmth swallowing him, pulsing, tightening.

Mikhailis's breath quickened, his hips moving faster, his thick, burning length plunging deep, filling her, stretching her. Her tight, wet warmth clenched, pulsed, squeezed, the sweet, aching heat building higher.

"AHHHH…!!! IT'S… TOO GOOD…! I'LL… I'LL GO CRAZY…!" Rhea's voice was a sweet, desperate scream, her hips grinding against him, her entire body trembling, her silver-blue eyes wide, misted, rolling back in sweet, aching bliss.

And then—as his thick, burning length throbbed within her, as the sweet, aching heat built higher—she cried out, her voice trembling. "PLEASE… PLEASE… I WANT YOUR CHILD…! PLEASE… MY HUSBAND…! PLEASE…!"

Mikhailis's breath came faster, his grip on her hips tightening, his thick, burning length throbbing, swelling, and then—with a shuddering groan—he released. Thick, hot warmth flooded her, spilling deep, filling her, her slick warmth squeezing, pulsing, clenching.

"Yes… my wives…" he whispered, his voice warm, soothing, his lips pressing against hers.

And in that sweet, blinding instant, Rhea's silver-blue eyes rolled back, her entire body shuddering, her voice breaking in a sweet, desperate scream. "YES… YES…! I… I'M… AHHHH…!!!"

The warmth flooded her, filled her, her delicate frame trembling, her voice a faint, desperate whisper. "Ah… Mikhailis… this is… this is… heaven…"

And then—his lips claimed hers, a soft, lingering kiss, his tongue swirling, dancing, tasting her sweet, trembling breath.

The sweet, aching heat melted into a warm, lingering glow, Rhea's small, delicate body resting against his, her breath coming in faint, soft sighs. Estella nestled against his other side, her soft, warm body pressing close, her emerald-green eyes half-lidded, dazed, her voice a faint, happy whisper.

"I think… I reached heaven…" Estella whispered, her voice a sweet, dreamy sigh.

Rhea's voice was a faint, trembling whisper. "I… I feel like… I want to just… leave everything… and… and just… stay like this… every day…"

Mikhailis's arms wrapped around them both, his lips pressing against their foreheads, his heart warm, his voice a faint, soft whisper. "That would be great... But we have business to do... But don't worry... I'm here… both of you… always…"

Their slender bodies pressed against his, their soft, warm breaths mingling, the sweet, lingering warmth of bliss wrapping around them all. And in that quiet, tender moment, the world seemed distant—a soft, gentle dream of warmth, affection, and happiness.

As the sweet, lingering warmth of their shared bliss slowly melted into a comfortable calm, Mikhailis let out a soft, contented sigh. His arms remained wrapped around Estella and Rhea, their soft, warm bodies pressed against his. Estella's head rested on his shoulder, her silky emerald-green hair tickling his cheek, while Rhea's smaller, delicate frame nestled against his chest, her silver-blue eyes half-lidded, glowing with quiet satisfaction.

It was in this tranquil embrace that three Chimera Ant Workers appeared at the side of the room, their nimble, segmented bodies moving with quiet, calculated grace. Each of them carried a delicate porcelain cup filled with freshly brewed tea, steam rising gently from the surface, and placed them carefully on the low table in front of them.

Estella's eyes widened, and she leaned slightly forward, watching in amazement as the Workers adjusted the saucers, gently nudging the teacups into perfect alignment. "They… even know where the tea bags are? And the cups?" she whispered, her voice a mix of awe and amusement.

Rhea's gaze softened, a faint smile gracing her lips. "Impressive… and surprisingly considerate," she murmured, reaching for one of the cups.

Mikhailis couldn't help but chuckle, a warm, proud smile tugging at his lips. "The Queen always ensures her children are attentive and resourceful. They are more than just workers… they are caretakers."

Estella's hand wrapped around the warm teacup, the soft floral aroma of jasmine wafting up to meet her. She took a gentle sip, her emerald eyes closing briefly in a moment of pure, peaceful pleasure. "This is perfect… so warm…" Her voice was a soft, dreamy whisper.

Rhea leaned into Mikhailis's chest, her delicate fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against his bare skin. "I feel like I could just… stay like this forever," she murmured, her silver-blue eyes reflecting the soft, golden glow of the lounge's lamps.

Mikhailis's warm, steady heartbeat was a gentle lullaby to both women, their breathing slow, synchronized with his. He listened to them talk, their voices drifting like a soft melody. They spoke of simple things—merchants they had met in Serewyn, amusing rumors they had overheard, a nostalgic tale of how they had first met each other.

Estella laughed lightly, recounting a story of a flamboyant jewelry merchant who tried to convince her that a "cursed necklace" was actually a blessing in disguise. "I told him that I was already blessed by having Rhea as my partner. He didn't quite know how to respond."

Rhea smiled, a faint blush touching her cheeks. "That was… quite an unexpected confession. I never thought I would become someone's blessing."

"But you are," Estella whispered, her voice soft, sincere.

Mikhailis listened, his heart swelling with warmth as he watched the two of them, so different yet so perfectly balanced. They were not just his partners—they were his cherished companions, each with a spark of brilliance that made Lumine Étoile shine so brightly.

But as time slipped by, the warm, peaceful quiet of the lounge began to shift. Estella sighed, her head still resting against Mikhailis's shoulder. "I suppose… you have to leave soon?" Her voice was a faint whisper, tinged with a soft sadness.

Mikhailis's smile softened. "I do… but you know how to contact me."

Rhea's fingers tightened slightly against his chest, a faint tremor in her touch. "Will you come back? Will you… visit us often?"

Mikhailis leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against Estella's forehead, then Rhea's. "Of course. I will always come back."

Their soft, affectionate sighs told him they wanted to believe his words completely, and in truth, he meant them with all his heart. Reluctantly, he gently slipped from their warm embrace, reaching for his cloak and wrapping it around his shoulders. He adjusted the silver clasp, the fabric settling smoothly around him.

But before he could turn toward the door, Estella reached out, grabbing his hand, her emerald eyes shimmering with quiet, unspoken emotion. "Please… come again. As much as you can."

Rhea's voice was softer but equally earnest. "We… we will keep raising our child well."

Mikhailis chuckled, a soft, fond smile gracing his lips. "Your child, huh?" He knew they meant the firm they had built together—their shared dream, Lumine Étoile.

"Of course. Our child." Estella's voice was warm, playful, but her eyes held a quiet, loving light.

Mikhailis kissed their foreheads once more. "You two will make it grow beautifully. I have no doubt."

As he stepped out of the lounge, the silver-blue glow of his cloak swirled behind him, and the door whispered shut.

Estella and Rhea stood there for a moment, the soft warmth of his presence lingering even after he had gone. But eventually, Estella sighed, stretching her arms over her head. "Well… back to work?"

Rhea nodded, a faint, fond smile on her lips. "Back to work."

But as they began to dress, a gentle warmth enveloped them—three Chimera Ant Workers approaching them, their nimble legs brushing lightly against the fabric of their dresses. The faint warmth radiating from the Workers seemed to smooth the fabric, erasing wrinkles, refreshing the delicate, expensive cloth.

Estella's eyes widened, a soft laugh slipping free. "They… they're ironing our dresses?"

Rhea's silver-blue eyes shimmered with quiet amusement. "Remarkable. Efficient little helpers…"

"Thank you," Estella whispered, patting one of the Workers lightly. It chirped softly, a faint, happy sound, before scuttling off.

Fully dressed and refreshed, the two women stepped out of the lounge and returned to the main boutique. A few of the staff noticed their approach, offering polite bows.

One of the senior clerks approached, his expression polite but curious. "Lady Estella, Lady Rhea… may I ask… where did that handsome gentleman go? The one you mentioned would be assisting with the boutique?"

Estella's smile was warm, but her tone was calm. "He will be resting for a while. No need to look for him."

"Understood, my lady," the clerk replied, but his curiosity was clear.

As they stepped further into the main area, another younger clerk hesitated, her voice a faint whisper. "Lady Estella… Lady Rhea… why are you two walking… um… wobbling… like that?"

Estella's cheeks flushed a faint pink, but she retained her composed smile. "Perhaps it's the shoes… a bit tighter than usual today."

Rhea's lips twitched in a faint, knowing smile. "Yes… perhaps."

But another clerk, passing by, paused and sniffed the air. "Is it just me… or is there a strange, sweet scent here?"

Estella's smile didn't falter, but her emerald-green eyes sparkled with playful mischief. "Must be the new jasmine perfume we're sampling. Would you like to try some?"

"Oh! Yes, please!" the clerk beamed, distracted by the offer.

Rhea leaned closer, her voice a faint, amused whisper. "Always so quick on your feet, Estella."

Estella chuckled, her hand slipping gently into Rhea's. "And you're always so quick to keep me grounded. Now… let's make today another brilliant success."

The two women walked forward, heads held high, their steps light and graceful, even if a faint, lingering warmth remained in their every movement.