Almost losing his temper again, the honeybee puffed up in anger at those words and swung his fists, punching the spider’s forearm and shoulder over and over. Hurel let out a small, amused breath at the unexpected tantrum, then pulled Blaine into an embrace so tight there wasn’t a sliver of space left for him to move. With practiced ease, he rolled his hips and pressed right into the bee’s weak spot.
“Ah— a-at, aaagh?!”
The honeybee, who should’ve been moaning sweetly as usual, widened his eyes and let out a cry close to a scream. The dozens of shimmering lights dancing in his vision snapped to pitch‑black, as if someone had switched them off. A shock tore through even the smallest branches of his veins like electrical torture, and all strength drained from his body. His fingertips, his arms and legs trembled uncontrollably—none of it obeyed his will.
“Wh… wha….”
Even his tongue had stiffened; he couldn’t form proper words. Confusion flickered through Blaine’s mind, but before he could even part his lips, he screamed soundlessly, eyes opened wide. His whole body felt paralyzed, frozen in place, yet every sensation came to him ten times more vivid.
“—!”
The languid, honey‑sweet whisper of his name; warm kisses sprinkled along the rim of his ear, his earlobe, down the jawline and lips; the feeling of delicate fingers pinching and rolling his flushed nipple; hands roaming over the swell of his chest, the groove of his abdomen, his firm, rounded ass; and above all, the scorching thickness plunging mercilessly between his legs—tearing through the softest part inside him, claiming and conquering him—every pleasure amplified to a brutal degree, stealing even the air from his lungs.
“Ah… huuuh…!”
Saliva dripped from his slack mouth. The stimulation crashed into him, yet he couldn’t react or move—he was going insane.
“Hiik— h‑hic!”
“Bee‑Bee, do you know how cute your face is right now?”
He didn’t know and didn’t want to know. He didn’t have the room in his mind to think at all. Unable to lift even a finger while being taken so roughly, a cruel helplessness swallowed him whole. Darkness devoured his sight, tears stinging his eyes.
“H‑Hani….”
Yes. This must be what prey feels like when poisoned by a spider—dying slowly in his grasp.
“Gonna… d‑die… ngh….”
“Feels good enough to die? Fufu… pretty thing.”
No—no, that wasn’t it, but he couldn’t voice even a single word of protest. Despair and humiliation wrapped around him like a shroud. Meanwhile the venom spread, making even his eyelids too heavy to lift. Then, as if to finish him off, the spider tapped lightly at Blaine’s favorite spot with his thick, swollen tip before rubbing hard. Every muscle in Blaine’s body gave out; he hung limp, eyes rolling back, silent.
“Aa… uuh… kgh….”
“This part too… huu… so soft and loose now.”
Enjoying the feel of the tight inner walls—sometimes bending gently into a narrow curve deep inside, sometimes thrusting slow, sometimes fast—the spider stroked the trembling wings that fluttered like a cicada’s about to tear on a branch, producing sharp, rattling sounds. He did want to see them ripped and the bee sobbing pitifully… but the soft, perfect fit of them in his hand was far too pleasing. It felt almost like… affection for an enemy he ought to crush. Absurd thoughts for someone like him.
As Blaine shuddered, foam‑tinged pale drool spilling over his lips, Hurel brushed a soothing hand along his jawline.
“Bee‑Bee?”
“A‑agh… k‑kgh….”
“Bee‑Bee, can you hear me?”
The paralysis venom had stolen his vision, hearing, and smell—leaving only touch to overwhelm his brain. It felt like being tortured in endless darkness. Crying didn’t help; reaching out didn’t help. No one was coming.
“H‑ha… nii….”
“…Damn.”
His voice no longer reached Blaine at all. Staring blankly into nothing with unfocused eyes, the honeybee convulsed as though seizing. Hurel frowned slightly and slipped a hand behind the bee’s neck, lifting him.
“Bee‑Bee, come on, stay with me.”
“kkgh… k‑kph….”
He’d only given him a single drop—just one. The symptoms were far too severe. Clicking his tongue, Hurel forced himself to be patient, stopping his hips and pulling Blaine onto his lap, patting his back. He failed to notice how the bee’s hardened nipples rubbed painfully against his shirt.
“Good boy… can you answer me?”
“Uu… aaah….”
Apparently not. Blaine couldn’t even hear his own voice. His entire body stiffened like a block of wood, only the wings twitching faintly. His pale blue eyes darted wildly, desperate to catch any shape at all, but failing.
“Hm….”
He hadn’t injected the venom into the bloodstream—this was only a single swallowed drop. Even pathetic little honeybees usually just got paralyzed and dazed, not… like this. Blaine’s large build should’ve handled it even better. This should’ve been nothing more than a small, fun twist. The unexpected outcome unsettled even the spider.
“H‑Hani… s‑save….”
“Shh. You’re okay, you’re okay.”
To comfort him, Hurel raked gentle fingers through his hair, but that light touch made Blaine’s throat rattle, and thin, cloudy liquid spurted from his cock. When the spider’s pinky grazed his ear, Blaine bowed back sharply and came with a violent sound.
“Hiiik— I just… came— aahng! S‑stop—”
When the cock inside him slipped slightly after climax, brushing the hypersensitive inner walls, Blaine screamed in agony. But from his gaping mouth came only a breathy, broken whimper.
“S‑stop— can’t— please stop— j‑just a second— hngh— no— aaAAAAH!”
His spasming walls—still quivering uncontrollably after release—clung tight to the thick cock inside him. Hurel stared, dumbfounded, as Blaine begged him to stop even though he hadn’t moved at all… and then came again on his own, violently.
“You came again already? That fast, and that much?”
“kkgh… s‑stop… p‑please, stop….”
“I didn’t do anything.”
His whole body had become one raw nerve. Too sensitive, too overwhelmed—he felt like he was dying. Even worse than the intense mix of pain and pleasure was the terror of helplessness. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t sense anything but Hurel’s overwhelming, violent pleasure tearing through him.
Stop. This is too much. Please—please stop. Sobbing, Blaine begged with everything he had. But his pitiful pleas dissolved into nothing before they ever reached the air.
“Hani… Hani… hhic… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… p‑please… let me go….”
“Bee‑Bee, breathe. Slowly. Good.”
“I didn’t… mean to… I won’t get mad… I won’t… I’m sorry— h‑hik—”
“Mm. You’re talking more— looks like you’re getting better.”
Hurel kissed him softly, lips closing around Blaine’s trembling ones as if sipping them in, soothing him while the honeybee babbled apologies in childish, broken words. But Blaine still couldn’t hold himself up; he hung limp like tattered cloth, shaking and crying.
“I’m sorry, Hani… I won’t be mad— I’m not mad— I promise— huuh— aah…!”
“…Honestly.”
He looked so pitiful—so lost and small—that anyone would’ve wrapped him up and comforted him, rubbing cheeks gently against his own. But unfortunately for him, he had the bad luck of falling into the hands of someone fundamentally wrong from birth.
Suppressing the dark thrill bubbling up from deep in his chest, Hurel clenched his teeth and slowly—very slowly—laid Blaine back down.
“I’m sorry… for hitting you… forgive… me….”
“Ugh— you’re already driving me insane. Shut up.”
