“Why… whyyy… why is this hap…”
“The honey from that flower field is a little peculiar.”
A voice, sharp and cold as a well-honed blade, cut through the air. Something cool and soft brushed against his shoulder, soothing the scorching heat that had overtaken his body. He liked it.
“Mmm—”
Without thinking, he rubbed his cheek against whatever had touched him, desperate for relief from the heat. A faint, amused snicker came from above. The soft touch against his cheek grew slender and pointed, then slowly trailed down his jaw, along his throat, and lower.
“They say your body burns hot, itching and tingling like ants crawling all over you. I’ve never experienced it myself, though.”
“Ahh… so hot, I hate it…”
“Ah, right. This part gets like this too.”
“—!”
A sharp pain stabbed through his right nipple. It was so sudden and intense that his body jolted, and sparks seemed to explode before his eyes. In his dazed state, Blaine flailed his arms uselessly, trying to stop the relentless pain, but his movements were easily restrained.
“It hurts, stop, ahh!”
“Stop? Not when you’re like this.”
The fingers curled into a circle and flicked the stiffened nipple. The honeybee, sprawled unceremoniously on the ground, twitched his massive frame.
“Don’t… it’s hot… tickles…”
“Ah, your nipple tickles? That’s why I’m kindly scratching it for you.”
“Aaaah!”
The hands, now fully exposed through his disheveled robe, gripped his chest, kneading the flesh until it bulged white between the fingers. The hardened nub trembled under the touch, responding to every movement.
“You wander around dressed like some shameless slut, flirting with strange men.”
“Stop, nngh! Hot… no, cold… hng…!”
“Maybe I should’ve broken your wings along with your stinger. Hmm?”
The words, spat through gritted teeth, carried a chilling fury. The fingers pinching and twisting his nipple were like ice—nothing like the warm, soft touches he was used to. Could a living thing’s body temperature drop so suddenly? Or was it just that Blaine’s own body burned so hot it scalded at the slightest contact?
“Looking like this, all exposed, hard as a rock. You must be desperate to get fucked right here in the street.”
“Ah, ugh?! What… are you—”
“If it’s what you want, I’ll grant it. After your punishment, of course.”
Rough hands seized what was between his legs, gripping so tightly it felt like his cock would burst. Blaine let out a sharp, pained cry. The way the hand squeezed, twisting like it was wringing out a rag, made him fear his manhood would be torn right off.
“It hurts, it hurts—!”
“Does it? What about this?”
“Ngh, hah…? Feels… good, ahh, good…”
The pressure eased, and the fingers began to stroke the sore, swollen flesh. They pressed lightly at the slick, dripping entrance, teased the blunt head, and traced the shaft with a nail. Blaine writhed, whimpering in a mix of pleasure and torment.
“You leak like this when I touch you. How is that a punishment?”
“Hyaah! It hurts, no, let go, ahh!”
Just as suddenly, the fingers tightened again, crushing the base of his cock in a brutal ring. The pain was so intense Blaine begged, his mind too scattered to resist. The honeybee could do nothing but whimper and thrash, his protests lost in the haze.
“No, stop, I hate it.”
“Hate it? You ran off without a word, then put on this pathetic show in front of another man, and now you say you hate this?”
Blaine should have been grateful his uselessly large cock wasn’t snapped in half. Or maybe he should be thankful he would only be fucked until his ass was raw and gaping. The threat, growled low and menacing, barely registered in his fogged mind. All he could do was shake his head violently.
“Stop, don’t hurt me… hng, like before, touch me like before… agh!”
“That’s not punishment. How shameless.”
“If you squeeze like that… it’ll burst… hurts…”
He didn’t know if he was begging for the pain to stop or for the fleeting pleasure he’d felt earlier to return. All he knew was that the man in front of him alternated between agony and ecstasy at will, and he was powerless to do anything but cling to him.
Even drugged out of his mind, he only begged to be touched in front, never mentioning the ache in his ass. Maybe it was obvious. Blaine was a worker bee—his body wasn’t meant for sex. That tight little hole was only for storing his stinger.
Of course, that was a minor detail. It would be easy enough to train him, to turn that hole into something that dripped and ached, desperate to be filled until he couldn’t stand it. Simple logic.
Hurel exhaled deeply, forcing himself to calm down. Otherwise, he might actually break this insolent honeybee. And while that might be cute in its own way, it wasn’t time yet.
“Aah—”
Thick thighs were forced apart, revealing the small, pale entrance, still tightly closed. Hurel tapped it with a finger, watching the reaction before plunging two inside without hesitation. Blaine gasped above him, but Hurel ignored it, pulling out the foreign object lodged inside.
What came out was white, rigid, and as thick as a thumb, as long as a child’s forearm. Rigid wasn’t quite the right word—it was more like melted ice cream, soft and sticky, barely holding its shape.
Must’ve melted from the heat, Hurel mused, tossing the half-solid thing aside. As if he’d never had anything inside, the entrance clenched shut. He pressed the tip of his own cock against it.
“Fuu, so hot…”
“Ngh, ugh! Ahh—!”
The honeybee, who had been crying silent tears, now stared with eyes so wide they seemed to bulge, tears streaming down his face. His stomach ached. This was too much—he was at his limit. But something thick and pulsing forced its way inside, stretching him beyond what he could bear.
“No more, please, no more… if it goes any deeper—”
“Don’t exaggerate. I haven’t even reached the end.”
It was true, but comparing the slender stinger to the girth of an arm was absurd. Even in his dazed state, Blaine’s body tensed in memory. He knew what would happen if this thing reached deep inside, to that sensitive spot where his venom sac began. The honeybee, sobbing like a child, begged pitifully.
“No, please, stop… aaaah?!”
In the next instant, Blaine’s back arched violently. The thick, rounded tip pressed against a spot deep inside, sending a jolt through him. His sun-kissed skin paled, his saliva-slick lips trembling. Hurel watched the tears stream down Blaine’s smooth cheeks, licking his own lips.
“Hng?! It hurts… ahng!”
“Hmm? Sorry. But when you cry so prettily, I can’t help myself.”
Something inside him swelled even more, the thickest part pressing firmly against that sensitive spot. Blaine’s face twisted in an expression he’d never felt before, his body shuddering with sensations he couldn’t describe. The spider chuckled darkly at the sight of him—twisted in agony, snot and tears streaking his face.
“Too… big… it hurts…”
“…Fuck, you’re killing me.”
