The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort-Chapter 578: Whispers Among Wardrobes (4)

"Are you waiting?"

Her eyes, half-lidded and gleaming with desire, locked onto his. "Of course," she whispered, her voice a sultry challenge, her lips curving into a smirk that promised trouble.

His hands moved with practiced skill, fingers deftly finding the satin straps of her garter belt. He unhooked them with a flick, the clips snapping free with a softclick that echoed in the locker’s confines. Her underwear, a delicate scrap of black lace, was already damp, clinging to her swollen pussy lips. He slid the fabric down, his fingers grazing the slick, heated skin of her inner thighs, and she shivered, her breath catching as the cool air kissed her exposed flesh. Her pussy was flushed, the labia plump and glistening with her arousal, the faint scent of her musk mingling with her perfume to create a heady cocktail that made his cock throb painfully against his trousers.

Serelith’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him back into a searing kiss as he freed his erection, the leather of his trousers parting with a soft rustle. His cock was huge, thick and pulsing, the tip already slick with precum as it pressed against her thigh. She moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled but wild, and rolled her hips again, guiding him toward her dripping entrance. The head of his cock brushed her clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her, and she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

With a powerful thrust, Mikhailis entered her, his cock sliding deep into her tight, wet pussy with a slickschlick that filled the locker. Serelith’s head tipped back, her mouth falling open in a muffled cry. "MMMHHH!!" she moaned, the sound swallowed by their kiss as her tongue tangled with his, desperate and needy. The flesh-slapping rhythm began, a steadyslap-slap-slap as he thrust into her, each movement driving deeper, stretching her deliciously around his girth. Her pussy clenched around him, slick with her juices, the walls pulsing with each thrust, and he could feel the tight ring of her cervix brushing the tip of his gigantic thing.

The cedar locker groaned softly, its aged wood bearing witness to the fevered intimacy unfolding within its confines. The air was thick, a heady blend of Serelith’s smoked vanilla perfume, the sharp tang of old wood, and the raw, musky scent of their shared arousal. Her breath, hot and ragged, ghosted over Mikhailis’s lips as their kiss deepened, a desperate tangle of tongues that tasted of clove and rose sugar. The slickschlick of his initial thrust still echoed in the tight space, her pussy clenching around him, warm and wet, as Serelith’s head tipped back against the wood, her muffled cry—"MMMHHH!!"—vibrating against his mouth. The rhythm of their bodies began slow and deliberate, a steadyslap-slap-slap of flesh meeting flesh, each movement sending a ripple of pleasure through them both. Her walls pulsed around his thick length, the tight ring of her cervix grazing his tip with every deep, measured thrust.

Mikhailis held her firmly, one hand gripping the curve of her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh through the sheer lace of her stockings, while the other braced against the locker wall, keeping her pinned in place. Her thighs were wrapped tightly around his hips, the black satin straps of her garter belt taut against her creamy skin, the delicate clips glinting faintly in the dim lantern light filtering through the locker’s crack. Her emerald satin gown, bunched high around her waist, exposed the intricate floral embroidery of her stockings, which rasped against his leather trousers with each subtle shift. Her corset, laced with black silk cords, hugged her torso, the whalebone stays pressing into her ribs as her chest heaved, her breasts straining against the plunging neckline. A single bead of sweat traced a glistening path from her collarbone, disappearing into the shadowed valley between her breasts, where the fabric clung to her skin, hinting at the soft swell beneath.

Serelith’s fingers were tangled in his dark hair, nails scraping his scalp with a possessive edge that sent shivers down his spine. Her loose pink hair, once neatly braided, now spilled in wild waves over her shoulders, catching the light like spun sugar. Her monocle dangled from its silver chain, swaying with their movements and casting fleeting runes across the locker’s interior, as if the magic within it was as restless as she was. Her lips, swollen and flushed, parted in a wild grin as she broke the kiss just enough to gasp, "OHHH, YOU FEEL SO GOOD INSIDE ME!" Her voice was a raw, caps-locked shout, laced with pleasure, her amethyst eye gleaming with a feral intensity that made his pulse race.

Their position was intimate, almost claustrophobic, the locker’s narrow confines amplifying every sensation. Mikhailis’s thighs pressed against hers, his hips rolling slowly, deliberately, as he savored the way her pussy gripped him, slick and hot, her juices coating his length with each thrust. Her back arched against the wood, her shoulders pressed into the panel, and the faint creak of the locker punctuated their rhythm, a soft counterpoint to the wet sounds of their union. Her boots, polished leather with silver buckles, dangled slightly, the heels brushing his calves as she tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeper. The air grew heavier, thick with the scent of her arousal—a musky, sweet tang that mingled with the cedar’s spice, making his head swim.

Serelith’s hands roamed, one sliding down his neck to grip his shoulder, nails digging through the leather of his coat, while the other traced the hard planes of his chest, slipping beneath his linen shirt to feel the heat of his skin. "MMMHHH!! KEEP GOING, YOU NAUGHTY PRINCE!" she moaned, her voice muffled as she pulled him back into a searing kiss, her tongue plunging against his with a desperate hunger. The taste of her flooded his senses, a mix of rose sugar and the faint salt of her sweat, and he groaned into her mouth, his hips moving with a slow, torturous precision that made her tremble.

He could feel her arousal building, her pussy growing wetter with each thrust, the slick heat dripping down her thighs and onto his trousers. Her clit, swollen and sensitive, brushed against the base of his length as he angled his hips, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. She rolled her hips in response, grinding against him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through them both. The lace of her underwear, now discarded in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the locker, had left faint red marks on her thighs where it had clung too tightly, and he traced them with his fingers, marveling at the softness of her skin. freēwēbnovel.com

Mikhailis’s movements began to quicken, the slow, steady rhythm giving way to a deeper, more urgent pace. Each thrust drove him further into her, theslap-slap-slap growing louder, more insistent, as their bodies found a primal cadence. Her pussy stretched around him, accommodating his girth with a delicious tightness that made his breath catch. He could feel the pulse of her walls, the way they fluttered around him, and the faint brush of her cervix sent a jolt of heat through his core. Her juices flowed freely now, a warm, viscous trickle that coated his length and dripped onto the locker’s wooden floor, the scent of her arousal filling the air like a potent elixir.

"YOU’RE DRIVING ME WILD!" Serelith cried, her voice a husky shout as she broke the kiss, her head tipping back against the wood with a softthud. Her eyes were half-lidded, the violet flecks glinting with raw desire, and her lips parted in a wild, unrestrained moan. "MMMHHH!! HARDER, PLEASE!" Her nails raked down his back, leaving faint trails of heat through his shirt, and she arched into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, the satin of her gown sliding against his leather coat with a soft rustle.

He obliged, his hips snapping forward with a powerful thrust that made her gasp, her pussy clenching around him as the pleasure spiked. The locker shook slightly, the wood creaking in protest, and a faint shower of dust drifted down, catching in her hair like tiny stars. Her thighs trembled, wrapped tightly around his hips, and she rocked against him, meeting each thrust with a wild, uninhibited rhythm. The wet sounds of their union filled the space, a symphony of schlick and slap that mingled with their ragged breaths and her muffled moans.

Mikhailis’s hand slid higher, cupping the curve of her ass more firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted her slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. The new position drove him deeper, the tip of his length brushing her cervix with each movement, and Serelith’s moan was raw, almost animalistic. "OHHH, RIGHT THERE!" she shouted, her voice breaking with pleasure as she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her pussy was a furnace, hot and slick, and he could feel the pulse of her arousal, the way her walls tightened around him with each thrust.

The heat between them was electric, a wildfire that consumed every thought, every sense. Serelith’s perfume clung to his skin, her sweat mingling with his as their bodies pressed closer, the friction of their movements igniting sparks of pleasure. Her hair, now thoroughly disheveled, spilled over her shoulders in wild waves, the pink strands catching the lantern light in soft glints. Her monocle swayed wildly, the silver chain tangling in her hair, and she laughed—a low, throaty sound that was equal parts delight and desire.

"YOU’RE SO DEEP INSIDE ME!"

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