The wet sounds from below grew louder. There was no way Blaine’s hole could be this slick just from the spider’s saliva. Realizing that, the bee’s face burned even hotter. Ah, damn it. He used to be such a dutiful worker bee, completely uninterested in these kinds of things—how had he ended up like this?
“Bee-Bee, did you know?”
“Nnngh…?”
Blaine whimpered, his hips twitching desperately, his expression one of pure, agonized need. Hurel watched him for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. Lifting his head, he dragged his lips up from Blaine’s pubic bone, over his lower abdomen, his navel, and the sharply defined ridges of his abs. Then, with deliberate care, he slid a single finger into Blaine’s dripping entrance. There didn’t seem to be any need for caution—Blaine’s body welcomed the intrusion eagerly, clenching around the finger with a hungry, wet sound.
“Hngh—!”
Hurel pressed a fleeting kiss to Blaine’s stiff, aching nipple before slowly moving his finger inside. No matter how desperately Blaine begged, Hurel had no intention of being rough. He needed to soothe his patient, calm him down, and put him to sleep quickly.
Of course, if Blaine knew the truth, he’d look like the sky was falling. The bee didn’t even realize it himself, but he was born with a masochistic streak—he got more excited the scarier, the rougher things got. Hurel had figured that out early on.
If Blaine hadn’t ended up in his hands, he’d probably be whimpering like a dog at the feet of some vile creature by now, crawling on all fours. When Hurel thought about that, he should be thankful, shouldn’t he? The memory of the cunning queen bee flashed through his mind, and a surge of irritation made him scowl. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed Blaine’s swollen, flushed nipple whole.
“……!”
Blaine’s head snapped back, his throat working in a silent scream of shock and ecstasy. Hurel’s venom hadn’t just made his nipple plump and red—it had turned it painfully sensitive. Now, even the slightest touch sent Blaine writhing in pleasure. As Hurel’s hot, wet mouth enveloped the stiff peak, his tongue teasing the very tip, Blaine abandoned the last shreds of his dignity and wailed.
Two fingers slid inside him at a maddeningly slow pace, stirring his inner walls, while his chest was met with the hot pressure of Hurel’s mouth and the rough, textured caress of his tongue. Hurel seemed particularly fond of the way Blaine’s nipple had swollen to the perfect size for his mouth—he sucked and nibbled at it greedily, his other hand kneading the thick muscle of Blaine’s chest.
“Nnngh, ahh, nnngh…”
It felt so good his brain might melt, but there was one thing missing—stimulation on the other side. Blaine whined, arching his left pec forward in a silent plea, but Hurel ignored him. Instead, he kept biting down on the right nipple, soothing it with the smooth back of his tongue. Blaine had no idea what obscene, needy sounds were spilling from his own throat.
The fingers inside him moved just as gently, nothing like their usual ruthless precision. No relentless pressure on his sweet spot, just slow, shallow thrusts. Occasionally, Hurel would brush his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves or pinch it between them, but that was all.
“Th-the other one… the other side—!”
Finally, Blaine couldn’t take it anymore and voiced his demand. Hurel released his right nipple with a wet pop, looking up at him with a meaningful smile. Blaine’s face was slack with pleasure, his deep blue eyes hazy, his pink lips parted and drooling. His cheeks were streaked with tears. So adorable.
“The other side?”
“The other side, please, nnngh, please—!”
“Hmm? What was that?”
Hurel acted like he didn’t understand, even though he knew perfectly well. Blaine sniffled, frustrated. His body ached, and today, he was especially clingy, unable to hold back. Hurel had always loved his defiant strength, but this melted, needy version of him wasn’t bad either. Smiling in satisfaction, he nuzzled into the dip between Blaine’s thick pecs.
“You should know how to ask nicely by now, Bee-Bee. Don’t you remember?”
“Hngh…”
“No choice, then. I’ll teach you again.”
His fingers never stopped moving. He tormented the glossy, saliva-slick nipple—now plump and red like a honey-drenched cherry—with little flicks of his tongue as he coached Blaine in a soft, patient voice.
“…P-pervert. I hate you.”
“Such dirty words. Don’t you know your place?”
“Hiiik!!”
Hurel suddenly pressed two fingers against Blaine’s most sensitive spot, making his eyes roll back. The fingers didn’t let up, and Blaine, sobbing, tried to push Hurel away before finally clasping his hands together in desperate supplication.
“Be good.”
“H-hick, s-sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be good—!”
“Good boy. So pretty.”
Even as he spoke, his fingers kept working. He tormented the cute, swollen nipple with his tongue, pressing it down again and again, all while teaching Blaine how to behave.
A clear bead of fluid leaked from Blaine’s stiff cock, dripping down his shaft. He had long forgotten his earlier boldness, his demands for Hurel to service him. Now, he was just a pathetic, sobbing mess.
“P-please, good bee, good bee, I’ll be good—!”
“That’s right. So pretty.”
Blaine’s eyes were glazed, his tongue heavy as he begged desperately. If he were just a little smaller, Hurel might have taken him whole into his mouth and rolled him around with his tongue. But then, he wouldn’t be this adorable if he were smaller.
“L-left… left nipple too, please, b-both… be nice to me, hngh…”
Had Hurel really taught him to talk like that? He chuckled, stroking Blaine’s tear-streaked jaw as the bee whimpered up at him. This should be enough. Did he seriously expect him to spout those ridiculous, lewd phrases? Unbelievable.
Hurel tapped the nipple thoughtfully with his fingertip before changing his mind. He wanted to torment him more, but today, he had decided to be gentle. Blaine was a patient, after all.
He rolled the saliva-slick nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and Blaine let out a cute, needy whine, his face full of hope. He had no idea how ridiculous he looked. Hurel smirked and, without further delay, took the stiff bud into his mouth.
“Haah!”
If he’d known Blaine would make such a sweet sound, he would’ve done it sooner. Blaine tried to cover his mouth in surprise, but Hurel stopped him, squirming his fingers inside him with wet, squelching sounds as he sucked hard on the left nipple.
“Ah, ah! Nnngh, it’s good, hiiik, it’s good…”
At first, Blaine tried to stifle his moans, but soon, he lost all control, filling the room with his loud, broken cries. Just from having his nipples sucked.
“Doesn’t the right one feel lonely? Touch yourself.”
Blaine didn’t hesitate this time—he obeyed instantly, pressing his thick, clumsy fingers to his other nipple. Hurel rewarded him with a wet, smacking kiss, still sucking hard. Blaine, completely lost to reason, groped at his own chest, his firm muscles flexing as he squeezed and kneaded.
“Feels good?”
“Y-yes, ahh, nnngh, yes, yes—!”
“Hehe, so cute. Play with your nipple. Go on.”
Blaine fumbled with his stubby fingers, pinching his right nipple awkwardly. He whined like a puppy, frustrated that he couldn’t mimic Hurel’s skillful touch. But the sight of him trying so hard, his big, rough fingers clumsily pressing and rubbing, was too endearing—Hurel didn’t have the heart to help.
