The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Mikhailis barely had time to process what was happening. Elowen moved forward, her eyes locked onto his as she leaned in. Her lips pressed gently against his, the warmth of her mouth soft and sweet. But what made Mikhailis' heart thud faster was the piece of cake she held between her lips, a sweetness she seemed eager to share. It wasn't just a kiss—it was more.

He could feel the taste of the cake on his tongue as it melded with the taste of her. Her mouth moved with his, her lips parting slightly, allowing the cake to slip into his mouth. Her tongue brushed against his, pushing the small piece further, and Mikhailis responded, letting his tongue intertwine with hers.

The soft texture of the cake, sweet and sugary, mingled with the warmth of their mouths as they exchanged it between them. Her tongue was soft and tentative, exploring slowly, carrying the sweetness to every corner of his mouth. It felt almost magical, like the cake wasn't just a dessert, but something else—something deeply intimate that connected them even more.

The warmth of her breath mingled with his, and Mikhailis couldn't help but feel his heart pound as he responded to her kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer. He could feel her body pressed against his, her warmth seeping into him, as though trying to fill every inch of the space between them.

Elowen's tongue moved slowly, pushing the cake further until it dissolved between them, and Mikhailis let out a soft sigh, his hand moving up to cradle her cheek.

She pulled away, her face flushed, her lips glistening as her eyes searched his. Mikhailis gave her a small smile, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

"Sweet," he whispered, and Elowen's lips curved into a bashful smile.

Elowen picked up the mug of hot chocolate, her fingers grazing his as she handed it to him. Mikhailis took it, giving her a small nod. The steam had mostly dissipated, the drink now warm instead of hot, and he brought it to his lips, taking a small sip before handing it back to her. Elowen took a sip as well, her eyes not leaving his.

The warmth of the drink, the shared sweetness, the closeness—it all felt so perfect, so intimate.

She took another sip, and Mikhailis watched as her ears twitched slightly, the proof of her ancestry showing her excitement. She smiled at him, her eyes soft and full of affection, and Mikhailis couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through his chest.

Before he could say anything, Elowen leaned in again, her lips brushing against his, her tongue darting out to taste the chocolate on his lips. The kiss was gentle at first, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting the warmth of the chocolate they had shared. Mikhailis responded, his hand moving up to the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair as he deepened the kiss.

The mug was forgotten, set aside as their kiss grew more intense. Mikhailis felt her body press against his, her warmth enveloping him as her lips parted, inviting him in. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that seemed to grow with each passing second. Her tongue was softer than Lira's—gentler, more delicate, and somehow sweeter.

It moved with a kind of hesitancy that made Mikhailis' heart ache. He could feel her desire, her need, but it was tempered by a shyness that only made him want her more.

His hands moved, one sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer, while the other moved up to her chest. He cupped her breast, feeling its weight in his palm, his thumb brushing against her through the fabric of her dress. Elowen let out a soft moan, her body shivering against him as her lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps.

Mikhailis moved his hand down, gripping her buttocks, pulling her onto his lap as he kissed her harder. Her body pressed against his, her warmth seeping into him, and Mikhailis couldn't help but groan as he felt her hips grind slightly against him.

Elowen's hands moved, wrapping around his neck, her fingers digging into his skin as she kissed him with a hunger that seemed to grow with each passing second.

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For what felt like an eternity, they stayed like that, lost in each other. The taste of her, the warmth of her body, the way her tongue moved with his—it was intoxicating. Mikhailis felt his own desire growing, his body responding to hers, his need for her becoming overwhelming.

Finally, after what felt like hours but could only have been minutes, they broke the kiss, both of them panting for breath. Elowen's face was flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes half-lidded as she looked at him. She swallowed, her gaze flickering down to his lips before she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Do me," she said, her voice trembling with both desire and determination.

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Mikhailis woke up the next morning, the sunlight streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the royal chamber. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light as he stretched, feeling the familiar soreness in his muscles. He glanced to his side, and his gaze softened as he saw Elowen lying next to him, her face relaxed, a contented smile on her lips.

He smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before carefully sliding out of bed. He moved quietly, trying not to disturb her as he reached for his glasses on the bedside table.

<Good morning, Mikhailis. I trust that your evening was… fulfilling?>

Mikhailis sighed, rolling his eyes as Rodion's voice echoed in his earpiece.

"Rodion, please… not so loud. My head's still a little fuzzy," Mikhailis muttered, rubbing his temple.

"And yes, it was more than fulfilling, thank you."

<Interesting. Based on biometric data gathered during your activities, your stamina and persistence have shown a notable increase. It seems that increased… engagement with multiple partners has contributed to a rise in performance efficiency.>

Mikhailis groaned, shaking his head.

"Rodion, if I wanted a review of my performance, I would've asked."

<Feedback is crucial for improvement, Mikhailis. Besides, the data suggests that your partner found the experience… more than satisfactory.>

Mikhailis glanced over at Elowen, her face still peaceful as she slept. He smiled softly, nodding.

"Yeah, she was… intense but so submissive last night. It was… adorable, honestly." He chuckled quietly, remembering her flushed face, the way she had whispered his name, her body trembling beneath his touch. It was a side of her that no one else ever got to see, and it made his heart swell with affection.

<Indeed. Your bond with Queen Elowen seems to have deepened significantly, which will likely have positive effects on both political and personal dynamics.>

Mikhailis rolled his eyes again, shaking his head.

"Always the analyst, aren't you, Rodion?"

<That is, after all, my primary function.>

Mikhailis moved to the window, pushing the curtains aside as he looked out at the kingdom beyond. The city of Silvarion Thalor stretched out below, the early morning sun casting long shadows across the buildings. He could see people moving through the streets, beginning their day, unaware of the challenges and intrigues that lay ahead for their kingdom.

He turned back to the room, his gaze softening as he looked at Elowen once more. He was about to return to bed when Rodion's voice interrupted his thoughts.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

<Mikhailis, there are two significant developments that require your attention.>

Mikhailis raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.

"Oh? What's the news, Rodion?"

<The first is regarding the chimera ant colony. The queen has successfully given birth to three new variants—specifically, a unique combination of beetle and mouse chimera ants. They have been named 'Scurabons,' reflecting their hybrid nature of a scavenging mouse and a beetle's defensive capabilities.>

Mikhailis' eyes lit up, excitement bubbling up inside him.

"Scurabons? Oh, that's perfect! I bet they're tough little guys, huh?" He could already imagine them—small but resilient, agile like mice, but with the hard exoskeleton of beetles. It was the perfect blend of defense and adaptability.

<Indeed. Preliminary analysis suggests that the Scurabons possess both enhanced mobility and a strong natural armor, making them versatile in both defensive and reconnaissance roles.>

Mikhailis grinned, his mind racing with possibilities.

"This is amazing, Rodion! This is exactly what we need. The more diverse our forces, the better."

He paced the room, his excitement palpable as he thought of what they could achieve with these new variants. He was about to speak again when Rodion's voice cut in.

<There is one more piece of news, Mikhailis. The queen has laid an egg—a rather significant one. Its dimensions are approximately one meter in height.>

Mikhailis froze, his eyes widening. "One meter?" he repeated, his voice incredulous. "Are you serious?"

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<+4 Scurabons>

<+1 one meter tall egg?>