The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort-Chapter 733: When the Heart Beats Differently (2)

Chapter 733: When the Heart Beats Differently (2)
"Eh? What are you—?" she started, her voice a mix of surprise and teasing, but it cut off into a sharp gasp as he adjusted his grip, pulling her closer. "OOHH-MHHHH!!! SLRP!" The sound tore from her as their lips crashed together again, the kiss reigniting with a ferocity that stole her breath.
He’s not holding back now.
Their tongues tangled, sucking hard, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds loud and unapologetic, filling the slot with their raw need.
His tongue, gods, it’s like he’s claiming every piece of me.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting into muscle, anchoring her as the kiss deepened, a frantic dance of curling tongues and shared breath.
I can’t think, I don’t want to think, just feel.
Mikhailis’s hands roamed, bold and possessive, sliding from her hips to her buttocks, gripping them tightly, molding them with a pressure that made her moan into his mouth. "MMH!" The sound vibrated against his lips, a plea and a surrender, as he lifted her higher, her thighs tightening around him.
He’s everywhere, his hands, his heat.
The slot’s cold stone pressed against her back as he pinned her gently against the wall, the contrast sharp against her flushed skin.
Cold stone, hot skin, it’s too much.
His huge thing rubbed directly against her entrance, teasing, slick with their earlier passion, and she felt her core tighten, aching for more.
I want him inside me again, now.
The kiss grew wilder, their tongues coiling tightly, sucking with a desperation that echoed their earlier rhythm. "Slrp! Slrp!" The sounds were a chorus, wet and intense, as Thalatha tasted him deeper, the salt and warmth of him overwhelming her senses.
I’m drowning in him, and I don’t care.
Her hips rolled instinctively, grinding against him, seeking that connection, the heat of him driving her wild.
I need him, gods, I need him so much.
His hands slid up her sides, finding her breasts, kneading them with a hunger that sent sparks through her, her nipples hardening under his touch.
He’s molding me, shaping me, and I’m letting him.
Her moans grew louder, "MMH! MMH!", muffled by the kiss, her body trembling with a need that felt insatiable.
Without warning, Mikhailis shifted, his hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her higher, then lowered her with deliberate slowness, letting his huge thing slide into her entrance, stretching her in a way that made her eyes roll back. "MMMHHHH!!!!!" Her cry was sharp, wild, muffled by his mouth as he kissed her harder, his tongue diving deep, sucking at hers with a ferocity that matched the rhythm below.
Gods, he’s so deep, deeper than before.
The sensation was overwhelming, his size filling her completely, poking her sweet places with every slow thrust, each one a fire that burned through her core.
It’s too much, too good, I can’t handle it.
Her folds spread wide, the slick heat of their connection making every movement a jolt of pleasure, her body trembling uncontrollably.
He’s hitting everything, every spot, like he knows me.
Her thoughts were a haze, lost in the rhythm of his thrusts, the "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" of their bodies colliding echoing in the slot, a relentless cadence that drowned out the world. The wet "QUELCH! QUELCH!" followed, raw and intimate, as he moved deeper, each thrust more powerful, more precise, claiming her in a way that felt both primal and sacred.
I’m losing myself, and I don’t want to be found.
Her hips moved with him, meeting each thrust, amplifying the pleasure, her core tightening with a heat that threatened to unravel her.
It’s like he’s rewriting me, and I’m letting him.
Mikhailis shifted again, spinning her gently in his arms, her back now against his chest as he lowered her to the stone floor, kneeling behind her.
What’s he doing now?
The new position caught her off guard, her hands bracing against the cool stone as he entered her again, deeper still, his huge thing pushing against her walls with a force that made her gasp. "MMMHH!!!" The cry tore from her, her head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure surged, a wave that crashed through her.
He’s so deep, it’s impossible, it’s perfect.
His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, each thrust a searing jolt that poked her sweet places, sending her spiraling.
I’m going to break, it’s too much.
The rhythm intensified, their bodies moving faster, more desperate, the "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" louder, more relentless, the "QUELCH! QUELCH!" wetter, a symphony of their shared passion.
I can’t keep up, it’s too intense.
Thalatha’s body trembled, her legs shaking as she struggled to hold herself up, the pleasure so overwhelming it pushed her to the edge of consciousness.
I’m going to pass out, gods, it’s too good.
His hands slid to her breasts again, kneading them, fingers brushing her nipples, each touch a spark that drove her higher.
He’s everywhere, touching me, filling me, I’m his.
Then, his lips found her ear again, teeth grazing the lobe before biting gently, a sharp sensation that sent a jolt through her. "MMH! What—?!" she gasped, her voice breaking as another climax hit, sudden and blinding, followed by another, the rapid succession making her head spin.
He’s doing it again, driving me crazy!
"Stop, it’s—MMHH!!!" Her words dissolved into moans, her body shuddering as the pleasure overwhelmed her, her core pulsing with each bite, each thrust.
I’m coming too fast, I can’t stop it.
Her vision blurred, the slot’s dim light fading as she teetered on the edge of passing out, the intensity too much, too perfect.
Mikhailis didn’t stop, his thrusts growing faster, deeper, each one a powerful claim that filled her completely.
He’s not slowing down, and I don’t want him to.
Her body arched, pressing back against him, chasing the fire, the "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" and "QUELCH! QUELCH!" sounds a relentless chorus that marked their rhythm.
It’s like a storm, and I’m in the center.
Her hands scrabbled against the stone, nails scraping as she braced herself, her thoughts a blur of need.
I want more, I need more, I need him.
He shifted again, lifting her effortlessly, turning her to face him, her legs straddling his hips as he sat on the stone, entering her once more with a powerful thrust. "MMMHHHH!!!!!" Her cry was louder, wilder, muffled by his kiss as their lips crashed together, tongues coiling, sucking hard, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds echoing in the slot.
He’s deeper now, gods, how is he deeper?
The new position drove him into her sweet places with a precision that made her eyes roll back, her body trembling with each thrust.
It’s perfect, it’s too much, I’m going to shatter.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as she kissed him fiercely, tasting salt and warmth, a flavor that was theirs alone.
The pleasure built higher, a tide with no shore, her core tightening as another climax loomed.
It’s coming again, I can’t stop it.
"I-I’M COMINGGG!!" she shouted, the words muffled by his kiss, her body shuddering as the release hit, a blinding wave that left her trembling, gasping. Mikhailis followed, his seed flooding her, hot and overflowing, filling her for what felt like an eternity, her belly swelling slightly with the warmth.
Heaven, it’s heaven again.
The sensation pushed her deeper into her climax, prolonged and shattering, her body pulsing with aftershocks.
He’s filling me, so much, so good.
He didn’t stop, his thrusts continuing, each one drawing another release, her body trembling as he filled her again, his seed spilling out, coating her thighs, dripping to the stone below.
It’s everywhere, our love, our truth.
The slot’s floor was slick now, marked by their passion, droplets scattering across the stone, a testament to their intensity.
So much, it’s a mess, but it’s ours.
Her vision blurred again, the pleasure pushing her to the edge of consciousness, her body shaking as another climax hit, weaker but no less intense.
I’m going to pass out, it’s too much, too perfect.
Mikhailis slowed, his thrusts gentler now, but still deep, each one a quiet claim that kept her grounded.
He’s still here, still with me.
Their kiss softened, tongues curling gently, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds quieter but no less real.
This... it’s still everything.
Thalatha clung to him, her arms tight around his neck, her body trembling with aftershocks, her thighs slick with their mingled juices.
I’m his, and he’s mine.
The slot held them, its stone and marsh a cradle for their shared truth, the ember’s glow a soft heartbeat in the dim light.
Her head rested against his shoulder, her breath uneven, her heart still pounding but steadier now.
I almost passed out, gods, he’s too much.
The thought was a mix of awe and amusement, her body humming with satisfaction, her core pulsing with the memory of him.
I’m addicted, and I’ll never stop wanting this.
Mikhailis’s hand slid to her back, a gentle anchor, and she let it stay, needing the connection as much as the freedom.
This is ours, this moment, this truth.
The Brake Choir’s hum settled in their bones, a low hymn that promised "later" was still theirs to claim, even as the slot’s dangers loomed beyond the ember’s light.
The Ascensorium Heart’s hum steadied beneath them, a low pulse that cradled their shared heat in the slot’s dim embrace. Thalatha straddled Mikhailis, her thighs gripping his hips as he sat on the cool stone, their bodies still pressed close, slick with the aftermath of their passion. Her arms looped around his neck, fingers tangled in his coarse hair, anchoring her to him as their lips met again in a kiss that burned with a slow, deliberate fire.
This... it’s not over, not yet.
The "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds were soft but persistent, their tongues curling gently, tasting the lingering salt and warmth of each other, a flavor that felt like a secret they’d carved into the stone.
I don’t want to stop. I could stay in this kiss forever.
Her heart pounded, not with the frantic rush of before, but with a steady, hungry rhythm, as if it knew this moment was theirs to hold.
The kiss stretched long, unhurried, their lips moving with a tenderness that belied the intensity of their earlier frenzy.
He’s kissing me like he’s memorizing me, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish.
Mikhailis’s hands rested lightly on her waist, his thumbs brushing the curve of her hips, a gentle claim that made her core flutter.
His touch, gods, it’s so soft now, but it still sets me on fire.
Their tongues danced, slow and deep, curling around each other with a familiarity that felt sacred, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds a quiet chorus in the slot’s stingy air.
I’m addicted to this, to him, and I don’t care who knows.
Her body pressed closer, her breasts against his chest, the worn fabric of his shirt soft against her skin, a contrast to the cold stone beneath them.
This is ours, this closeness, this truth.
The kiss showed no sign of stopping, both of them unwilling to break the connection, as if the slot’s dangers could wait just a little longer.
Let the world wait. I want this.
Thalatha’s tongue curled around his, sucking gently, then harder, drawing a low hum from Mikhailis that vibrated against her lips.
He wants this as much as I do.
The thought sparked a new heat in her chest, her hips shifting instinctively, feeling the huge thing still inside her, limp but warm, a reminder of their shared intensity.
It’s still there, still part of me.
Her thighs tightened around him, her body responding to the memory of his thrusts, the overwhelming pleasure that had left her trembling.
Mikhailis’s hands tightened on her hips, a sudden shift that made her breath hitch.
What’s he—?