He remembered it vividly—the moment he forced his way past the tight, uneven inner walls, pushing deep inside the honeybee’s body, all the way to the hollow just beyond his navel. Once you’ve tasted fruit, the mere sight of it makes your mouth water, leaves you craving more. But despite Blaine’s large frame, his narrow passage refused to yield easily.
Of course, it would be amusing to soothe and pamper a broken, whimpering honeybee whose muscles had torn and whose ass had been ruined, but losing this hot, clinging sensation would be a true loss. Hurel repeated this to himself over and over, summoning superhuman patience. He bit his lip—plump as if dipped in nectar—and furrowed his brows slightly as he rocked his hips, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. At first, his movements were so subtle they were almost imperceptible, but gradually, his cock began to thrust in and out with wet, squelching sounds. Suppressing his rising desire, Hurel focused on easing himself deeper inside. A sharp pain in his shoulder made him frown, and he glanced down.
“D-Don’t… don’t pull out… don’t go back… I don’t like that… don’t…”
“Hah, do you think I don’t want to shove it all in right now?”
Did he want his ass stretched so wide it wouldn’t close anymore? That would be cute, too, of course. Despite the chilling threat, Blaine shook his head frantically. “No, don’t pull out, it’s weird… ahh…” His usually low, composed voice had risen an octave, his slack jaw and drooling mouth slurring his words. Something about the sight softened Hurel’s heart just a little. He let out a long sigh and began to coax the crying honeybee in a gentle tone.
“Just endure it a little. Relax. I’ll shove it back in soon, just like you want. Okay?”
A delicate finger traced the sharp line of Blaine’s jaw, brushing against the damp, soft flesh clinging to his face. The honeybee, sobbing helplessly, let out irregular, hitching breaths. He seemed to hate the sensation of being pulled out the most—whether from instinctive fear of abandonment or the loss of something deep inside him.
Unfortunately for Blaine, Hurel rather enjoyed the way his eyes rolled back in terror. More than that—his own hips ached with the effort of holding back. To think he had almost let this slip away. If he hadn’t passed out then, if that golden-haired brat hadn’t shown up… the thought alone sent a shiver down his spine. Maybe I shouldn’t have beaten the Goldeny so badly after all.
“Ah, ahhh…”
“Shh, good boy. So pretty.”
As the triangular tip of his cock pressed into that impossibly soft, yielding depth, Blaine’s massive body convulsed as if struck by lightning. Clear, transparent tears poured from his pale blue eyes. He was adorable. Adorable enough that Hurel wanted to pin him down and fuck his ass raw right then and there. Instead, he pressed a kiss to the corner of Blaine’s fierce, tear-streaked eye.
“Eeek?! D-Don’t pull out, it feels good… don’t take it out…!”
“Mmm, I’ll put it back in soon. Wait. So impatient.”
True, creatures as large as mountains weren’t known for their patience. Hurel teased the wet tip of Blaine’s chin with his lips, then slowly withdrew until only the head of his cock caught at the entrance. Then, with deliberate slowness—but faster than before—he thrust back in. Blaine’s chin jerked upward, his mouth falling open.
“Aah, haaah… hng…”
“Heh, seems like you’re getting used to it back there. Impressive, considering I haven’t taught you much.”
But it still wasn’t enough. Hurel wouldn’t be satisfied until the mere sight of his cock made Blaine’s ass gush and his legs tremble with need. Of course, there was no need to rush. That would happen soon enough.
“Well, it’s for the best. Think about it. You’ll have to keep me inside to stop your stomach from bursting, so you might as well enjoy it.”
The nonsensical logic didn’t matter to Blaine in his current state. He nodded eagerly, tears and drool scattering as he whimpered, “Y-Yes, yes!” in agreement. He was so cute Hurel wanted to devour him whole, from head to toe. Suppressing the throbbing heat in his chest, Hurel settled for claiming Blaine’s soft, plump lips instead.
“Mmph…”
Blaine’s mouth was filled with warm, squishy flesh, his mind too fogged to process anything else. Then, the fingers that had been teasing his chest found the small, hardened nub and began to torment it. The spot, already sensitive and aching, sent him into a frenzy when touched. He tried to lift his heavy arms to push the stimulation away, but—
“—!”
Of course, it was futile. Worse than futile—it backfired. As if punishing him for resisting, two fingers pinched his nipple sharply and tugged. The pain was so searing it felt like he was being carved with a knife. Blaine’s face twisted hideously, his choked sobs utterly unbecoming of his large, handsome frame. A grown bee crying like a child was ridiculous enough, but a broad, muscular man like him? It was almost laughable.
“Why do you resist? I’m touching where it feels good. You should be grateful.”
“Hng, it hurts, it hurts…”
“Behave, okay?”
Blaine nodded frantically at the threat of his nipple being torn off. The fingers relented, now gently stroking the abused bud as if to soothe it. Blaine clutched Hurel’s wrist, sniffling as he wiped away his tears.
“Feel good?”
“Y-Yes… hng… good…”
“That’s right. Such a good boy.”
As Hurel’s thumb brushed the top of his nipple, the tight, wet heat around his cock clenched even harder. He kissed Blaine softly, his plump lips moving down to seal over his mouth. At the same time, his hips resumed their brutal rhythm. The mix of pain and pleasure wrung a desperate cry from Blaine, but it was swallowed by the invading tongue, trapped inside his throat.
***
“Ugh!”
Blaine’s body twisted unnaturally, like his muscles were writhing. He gasped awake, a cold sweat trickling down the dip of his spine, sending shivers through him. His limbs trembled, his teeth chattering despite the lack of cold. He felt like he’d had a nightmare—something unspeakably terrible.
“W-What the… ahhh—!”
Panic surged as he tried to sit up, but a sharp, stabbing pain dropped him back down. His body felt hollow, exposed, as if his insides were on display. Every bone ached, and worst of all, his lower half throbbed. It hurts, it hurts… what’s happening to me…?
“Mmm, Blaine—”
“H-Hurel? Ah, nng!”
Before he could push himself up again, a pale, strong hand pressed firmly on his shoulder. Even in the dim predawn light, the trembling white-silver hair was unmistakable, the sleepy silver eyes peeking through.
“Come here.”
“N-No, hng, hik!”
Two warm hands settled on his exposed buttocks, pulling him closer. At the same time, something thick and familiar slid back inside him with ease. Blaine’s head snapped back, his chest thrusting forward as a result. A quiet, amused chuckle escaped Hurel before something warm and soft pressed against his chest. A wet, squelching sound.
“Hiiik, H-Hureeeel…”
“…What?”
“What is this… I don’t like it, hng…”
