The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort-Chapter 505: And They Wake Up

Mikhailis stirred, the world a soft, warm haze as he slowly returned to consciousness. His senses awoke one by one—the sweet scent of lavender mixed with a faint trace of sweat, the gentle weight pressing against his chest, and the silky softness brushing against his skin. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room. Warm, golden rays slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the bed.

His gaze drifted downward, and his heart skipped a beat.

Serelith was draped over him like a lazy cat, her slender, bare body pressed snugly against his. Her violet hair cascaded in a wild, shimmering curtain over his chest, a faint, tangled mess that only added to her disheveled allure. Her delicate face was nestled against his neck, her parted lips leaving a faint, warm breath against his skin. Dried traces of his love juice still marked her cheeks and lips, a faint, shimmering glaze that somehow only enhanced her ethereal beauty. Her pale cheeks were flushed, a soft, rosy warmth coloring her usually porcelain skin.

His gaze wandered lower, and he felt a mix of amusement and tenderness. Serelith's bare form was pressed against him, her soft, warm curves molding to his body. Her thighs were wrapped around his waist, her arms clinging to his neck, her body snuggled so tightly against his that he could feel the steady, soothing rhythm of her heartbeat. A faint, warm, sticky sensation still lingered between their joined bodies, a slow trickle seeping against his skin, leaving a faint, sweet warmth.

Her violet hair shimmered with a faint, silken sheen, a wild, tangled mess that framed her delicate face, making her look even more ethereal. Her lips, slightly parted, held a faint, dazed smile, a soft, sleepy murmur escaping them now and then. Her pale cheeks were dusted with a rosy glow, a warmth that painted her usually porcelain skin in a sweet, blushing hue.

Mikhailis's gaze lingered, and his heart tightened. For all her mischievous, teasing confidence, Serelith now looked vulnerable—almost childlike in her exhaustion. Her breaths were soft, a gentle rise and fall of her chest pressing against his, her heartbeat a steady, soothing rhythm against his own. She snuggled even closer, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, her bare thighs pressed against his waist, her body melting against him as if seeking his warmth.

So even she has a cute side… Mikhailis thought, a soft smile tugging at his lips, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her back, feeling the warmth of her soft, bare skin beneath his touch. A faint sense of protectiveness washed over him, mingling with the quiet joy of seeing her so peaceful, so vulnerable in his arms.

His gaze shifted slightly, scanning the room. The bed was clean, the sheets neatly arranged despite their wild, heated night. The room itself was spotless, not a trace of their passionate chaos remaining. No stains, no mess, not even a hint of their frenzied energy from just hours before. He chuckled, a faint, quiet laugh escaping him.

Those diligent little ants…

<Observation: Your endurance is remarkable, considering the… duration. Calculating approximately seven hours of continuous activity.>

Rodion's voice whispered in his ear, a dry, sarcastic tone laced with a hint of disbelief. But then, a faint, almost impressed chuckle followed.

<Truly a testament to your… remarkable stamina. Or perhaps, a consequence of your questionable life choices, Mikhailis.>

Seven hours? No wonder Serelith's out cold… Mikhailis thought, feeling a mix of pride and mild embarrassment, but also a faint, amused warmth at Rodion's rare touch of praise hidden beneath sarcasm.

Serelith stirred slightly, a faint murmur slipping from her lips. Her violet eyes fluttered open for a moment, hazy and unfocused, her long, tangled purple hair spreading across his chest like a silken curtain. But then her eyes drifted shut again, her soft, warm cheek pressing against his shoulder, her slender body melting even closer. Her grip on his neck tightened, her delicate fingers curling into his hair, and her thighs squeezed slightly around his waist, a faint, instinctive cling.

"Mmnn… Mikhailis…" she mumbled, her voice a soft, sleepy whisper, so faint it was almost a sigh. Her lips brushed against his neck, a soft, warm touch that sent a gentle shiver down his spine.

His heart tightened at the sound of her voice, so unlike her usual teasing, sharp tone. Here, wrapped in his arms, she was just Serelith—soft, vulnerable, and… happy. Her lips curled into a faint, sleepy smile, and her warm breath brushed against his skin, leaving a sweet, tingling warmth wherever it touched. He leaned down, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to her forehead, and she sighed, a faint, contented sound that seemed to melt into his chest. Her slender form nestled even closer, her soft, bare skin pressing against his, and a faint, sleepy hum slipped from her lips, like the gentle purr of a contented cat.

But then, a sudden weight on his right arm drew his attention. He turned his head, and his eyes widened slightly.

Cerys lay beside him, her fiery red hair spilling across the pillow like a brilliant cascade of flames. Her amber eyes were open, watching him with a fierce, burning intensity, a silent storm of emotions swirling within them—desire, jealousy, and a faint, vulnerable longing. Her cheeks were flushed, a deep, rosy warmth painting her pale skin, and her lips were drawn into a faint pout, though they trembled slightly, betraying the mix of emotions churning within her.

"Good morning," Mikhailis whispered, his voice a soft, warm murmur, a faint, amused smile tugging at his lips.

But before he could say another word, Cerys leaned in, her lips capturing his in a fierce, possessive kiss. Her tongue slipped between his lips, hot and eager, a sweet, desperate hunger burning in her touch. Her body pressed against his, a soft, warm pressure that sent a sweet, tingling heat rushing through him. Her hand slipped beneath the blanket, her fingers tracing a slow, teasing path down his chest before wrapping around his morning hardness. Her touch was warm, soft, but her grip grew firmer, her slow, gentle strokes sending a shiver racing through him, his pulse quickening beneath her touch.

Mikhailis stiffened, his body reacting instinctively to her touch. His gaze flicked to Serelith, but she remained blissfully asleep, her soft, steady breaths brushing against his neck.

"Cerys—" he began, but her other hand pressed against his chest, her kiss deepening, her tongue swirling with his, hot and eager. Her grip around his length tightened, her fingers tracing slow, teasing strokes that sent a fresh wave of heat surging through him, each touch a sweet, maddening torment.

"Shh…" she whispered against his lips, her breath warm, her voice a soft, sultry whisper. "You'll wake her."

Her voice was a sweet, breathless whisper, but her gaze was fierce, her amber eyes shimmering with a mix of jealousy, longing, and a hint of possessiveness. Her hand continued its slow, teasing movements beneath the blanket, her touch growing bolder, her thumb brushing against the sensitive tip, sending a jolt of heat through his core.

"Cerys…" he whispered, his voice a strained, breathless murmur. "You're… really bold this morning…"

Her lips curved into a faint, playful smile, her pouting expression melting as his free hand slipped to her waist. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles over her soft, warm skin, his touch growing bolder, sliding up along her thigh.

His hand continued its slow, teasing journey, his fingers tracing the soft, delicate curve of her thigh, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath his touch. His fingertips brushed against the sensitive inner thigh, drawing a faint, shivering gasp from her lips, her body instinctively pressing closer.

Her lips trembled against his, a faint, sweet gasp slipping free as his fingers brushed against the warm, wet heat between her legs. Her thighs parted slightly, welcoming his touch, a soft, slick warmth meeting his fingers, and her breaths grew faster, her chest rising and falling against his.

Her slick warmth soaked against his fingertips, and he couldn't help but smile, a faint, teasing grin touching his lips. He traced slow, lazy circles against her warmth, feeling the soft, slick heat that grew with each gentle, teasing touch. Her hips shifted, a faint, instinctive grind pressing her even closer to his touch.

"M-Mikhailis…" she whispered, her voice a soft, trembling plea, her lips pressing against his, her kiss a desperate, breathless claim. "D-Don't stop… please…"

"I won't..."

"Mikhailis… you… you think I'll just let her have you all to herself?" she whispered, her voice a sweet, trembling challenge. "I'm… I'm your knight… I… I won't lose…"

Mikhailis couldn't help but chuckle, a faint, amused laugh that melted into a soft, warm kiss. "Jealous, are we?" he teased, his fingers slipping against her warmth, tracing slow, teasing strokes that sent soft, breathless whimpers slipping from her lips.

Her fingers tightened around his length, her strokes growing faster, her lips pressing harder against his. "M-Maybe..." she whispered, her voice a sweet, desperate murmur, her cheeks flushing a deep, rosy red. "But... but only because... I... I love you... I... I can't stand the thought of you being with someone else..."

Her confession was a sweet, trembling whisper, her cheeks burning with a deep, blushing warmth. Mikhailis's heart skipped a beat, a warm, tender smile spreading across his lips, his touch growing bolder, his fingers slipping against her warmth, tracing slow, lazy circles that sent fresh, sweet whimpers slipping from her lips. Her hips rocked against his touch, her breaths growing faster, her chest pressing against him.

"I love you too, Cerys..." he whispered, his lips brushing against hers, his fingers pressing deeper, exploring her slick, wet heat, feeling her body respond, her thighs parting slightly, welcoming his touch.

Her lips claimed his in a fierce, desperate kiss, her tongue swirling with his, her soft, muffled moans filling his mouth. Her strokes grew faster, her touch more frantic, her body trembling against him. He matched her rhythm, his fingers teasing, exploring, pressing against her warmth, feeling the sweet, slick heat that soaked his palm.

"M-Mikhailis... please... don't stop..." she whimpered, her voice a soft, trembling plea, her fingers tightening around him, her touch growing bolder. "I... I need you... I... I love you..."

"I love you too, Cerys…" he whispered, his fingers pressing deeper, teasing against her warmth, feeling the sweet, slick heat that grew with each soft, breathless gasp she made.

Her lips found his again, her kiss a fierce, desperate claim, her tongue swirling with his, a soft, hungry dance that left them both breathless. Her fingers tightened around him, her strokes growing faster, more frantic, her palm pressing, squeezing, sending sweet, electric sparks racing through his core. His own touch grew bolder, his fingers slipping against her, tracing slow, teasing circles along her slick, wet heat, feeling the sweet, molten warmth that soaked against his palm. His fingers pressed deeper, exploring, his touch tracing the delicate, sensitive folds, each gentle brush drawing a faint, trembling gasp from her lips. Her hips rocked instinctively, pressing against his touch, her slick warmth spreading, her breaths coming faster, each sweet, desperate moan swallowed by his hungry, eager mouth. Their tongues twisted, tangled, tasting, exploring, a fierce, feverish dance. Her thighs pressed tighter against his hand, her soft, desperate whimpers filling the air. "M-Mikhailis... I... I can't... I can't take it...!" she whimpered, her voice a sweet, trembling plea. But his touch only grew bolder, his fingers slipping, sliding, teasing her slick warmth, feeling her body tense, tremble, her sweet, breathless cries growing louder, her entire body shuddering beneath his touch.

But then, a faint stir against his chest drew his attention. Serelith shifted, her soft, warm body pressing closer, her thighs tightening around his waist. Her violet eyes fluttered open, a faint, sleepy smile curving her lips.

"Mmnn… good morning, darling…" she whispered, her voice soft, almost musical, so unlike her usual teasing tone.

Mikhailis's heart raced, caught between the two women, his pulse quickening. Before he could respond, Serelith leaned up, her lips finding his, a slow, tender kiss, her tongue tracing his lips, then slipping between them, tasting, exploring. Her lips were soft, warm, and her tongue danced with a slow, sensual rhythm, each gentle swirl drawing a faint, sweet gasp from him.

"Mmm… slrp… mmmhh…" The wet, hungry sounds of their kiss filled the room, their tongues twisting, tasting, exploring each other's warmth. Serelith's fingers slid into his dark brown hair, her nails grazing his scalp, a soft, shivering moan slipping from her lips. Her hips pressed against his, her bare chest flattening against his own, her warmth melding with his.

Mikhailis's hands instinctively found her waist, his touch firm, his fingers tracing the soft, delicate curve of her back. He leaned into the kiss, his tongue meeting hers, swirling, tasting, each gentle flick sending sweet, electric sparks racing down his spine.

"Mnn… slrp… mmmhh…" Their breaths mingled, a sweet, heated dance, their lips pressing harder, hungrier, their tongues dancing in a fierce, passionate tangle. Serelith's soft, breathless whimpers only fueled the growing heat, her slender body pressing even closer, her fingers clenching in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Her violet eyes fluttered shut, her soft, desperate sounds muffled against his eager mouth.

But then—a faint, delicate cough.

Serelith's violet eyes shifted, her sleepy, warm gaze sharpening as she focused on Cerys, who now wore a sweet, smug smile. Her fingers were still wrapped around Mikhailis's towering arousal beneath the blanket, her grip gentle but possessive, her thumb tracing slow, lazy circles that sent sweet, electric sparks racing up his spine.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," Cerys purred, her tone teasing, her fiery hair cascading over her bare shoulder, her amber eyes shimmering with a mix of mischief, affection, and a faint, wicked hunger. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips curled in that playful pout that made Mikhailis's pulse quicken.

Serelith's expression shifted—shock, her cheeks darkening with a faint blush, but then a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips as she leaned back slightly, violet hair spilling over her bare shoulders. Her tongue traced her lower lip, and her violet eyes shimmered with amusement and intrigue.

"Oh, is this a competition now?" she whispered, leaning closer, her soft, warm breath brushing against Mikhailis's cheek.

Mikhailis's heart pounded, caught between the two women, his breath coming faster. And despite the chaos, a faint, amused grin tugged at his lips. His gaze shifted between them, and his voice came out as a playful whisper.

"I mean… I'm not complaining…"