Drawing a deep breath from the depths of his lungs, he looked over the honeybee who’d been left a complete mess. He wanted, immediately, to start wildly thrusting his hips and pounding into him—but forcing the impulse down, he held himself back and gently patted him, waiting until the honeybee calmed a little. The bee, who had been gasping painfully with hic‑hic sounds, suddenly began to squirm as if a balloon had been popped.
“H-hic, hngh, waaah— uheung— that’s so meeean—”
“…Bee‑Bee? Why are you crying, hm?”
“This—uhh, this is too much—hngh— it’s so unfair— huuuhk.”
The sobbing bee finally broke down completely, wailing like a child. Slightly flustered, Hurel undid the bindings on his wrists and pulled him tightly into his arms. The honeybee burrowed in while bawling, and in the process ended up swallowing what was filling him even deeper, shuddering violently and letting out obscene sounds.
“Hani, no—hic—this is too cruel— nghh— waaah—”
“You’re being good, right? Shh, calm down. This’ll settle soon. I was just teasing a little, that’s all.”
“It itches, it hurts—hic! Don’t touch—waaah! I said don’t— hngh—!”
“Ah—okay, okay. Stop crying.”
He wiped away the tears streaming like beads with his fingers and pressed his lips gently to Blaine’s warm, feverish eyelids. Perhaps because he felt wronged, the crying didn’t stop easily, and he wailed openly, sobbing hard.
If I shoved him down and fucked him hard right now, he’d cry miserably. That sight would be so pretty.
The spider smacked his lips at the thought, then shook his head and soothed him by brushing his lips over the wet cheeks instead. No matter how much he wanted to be rough with this honeybee, he simply couldn’t bring himself to do it—it was maddening.
“Y-you’re bad— uheung— such a bad guy…! Hic—nhk!”
“Bee‑Bee, I was just teasing. It’s because you’re too pretty.”
“I said—don’t touch me! You keep— hngh— aah! Don’t— hnnng!”
“But it tickles, doesn’t it? Shh. Be good.”
“You—you do things like this—hic—you’re the bad one, so why am I….”
As Blaine tried to cry, scold the spider, and suck in breath all at once, Hurel sealed it all away by forcefully capturing his lips and drawing in his tongue. He thoroughly traced the teeth, dug into the sensitive spots where soft membranes met, and the body in his arms spasmed violently. Gently nibbling the lower lip with smooth teeth, he cupped the plump hips and carefully lifted them.
“Ahngh! Hk!”
“What about this? If I do it like this. Feels good, right?”
Instead of setting his hips back down, he kept holding them up, skillfully rocking his waist. When he pressed into a certain point, the honeybee arched his neck and flailed the fists resting on Hurel’s shoulders.
“Hani, don’t— hngh— hic!”
“Yeah, I won’t be rough. I’ll be gentle. Like this. How is it?”
“G‑good… hnnng….”
Honestly. Have I ever indulged someone’s whining this much?
Mocking himself inwardly, he kneaded the swollen nipples softly, moved his hips gently, and focused on scratching the places Blaine liked. The hesitant honeybee sniffled, then slowly stretched his arms and wrapped them around Hurel’s neck. When their lips met, Blaine glared at him for a moment with a pout—but didn’t resist, opening his lips gently instead.
“Haa… I had no idea you were such a nasty spider… ahngh!”
“That hurts, Bee‑Bee. I’m rubbing only the good spots, aren’t I? All to make Bee‑Bee feel good.”
“Ah—no, hngh— aaah!”
Why did it feel this good? Electricity crackled up his spine, lights bursting behind his eyelids. His brain felt like it was melting—then searing hot.
“Bee‑Bee, you’re not mad, right? You’re not?”
“I—I am mad… hngh! But it feels good—hic!”
“Let it go, then. I’ll make you feel so good you lose your mind. Come on, listen to me. Be good.”
“It feels good—nhngh— it feels sooo good.”
He rubbed the thickly swollen inner membrane with the tip of his cock while soothing the nipples with the hot, smooth back of his tongue. Then he lightly sucked and nipped the other nipple while sinking all the way in—slowly, deeply—until Blaine couldn’t hold out any longer and rolled his eyes back.
“I—I’m not mad anymore— not mad— yeah— please, Hanii!”
“Hehe. You’re so pretty, Bee‑Bee. I’ll let you go as much as you want.”
After brushing a kiss across his damp cheek, Hurel grabbed his waist firmly, pulled back until he caught at the entrance—and then slammed back in all at once. With a choked gasp, the honeybee’s cock erupted, a fierce stream soaking Hurel’s body.
“N‑no, now— you can’t move— aaah!”
“I said I’d let you go as much as you want. Bee‑Bee just has to lie still and feel it—pretty.”
“I’m— I’m going— hngh— ahh!”
Even as cloudy fluid continued to dribble from his cock, the thing thrusting inside him showed no mercy, digging relentlessly into only the weakest places. His nipples, itchy like ants crawling over them, were pulled and stretched mercilessly. Overwhelmed by pleasure beyond endurance, his vision blurred and his thoughts fell apart.
“I’ll make you feel good like this every day, so live with me, Bee‑Bee. Don’t think about anything else.”
“G‑good… it feels so good…”
“You’re promising, right? Hm?”
Not long after, thin semen spilled from the honeybee’s cock once again. Lost in the endless pleasure of ejaculation, Blaine thrashed weakly, screaming soundlessly as ecstasy drowned him like a swamp of pain.
“Ha—ni— save me— it feels too goo—”
“Bee‑Bee, promise me. You’ll live with me. You like it too—doing it with me.”
“Y‑yeah— it feels so good— hic— again—”
“Then it’s a promise. No take‑backs, okay?”
A voice tinged with soft delight reached him, and Hurel smiled as he covered Blaine’s mouth, stealing even his breath and moans away. Unable to make a sound, Blaine only let tears roll down his cheeks as he twitched in the lingering afterglow—then his consciousness slipped away.
***
Soft, fluffy fuzz tickled and poked all over his body. Tormenting a creature sunk in sweet sleep—how cruel. Well, tormenting someone while they’re awake is bad too, of course, but doing it while they’re asleep is especially vicious. Grumbling under his breath, Blaine twitched irritably, but finally couldn’t take it anymore and forced his heavy eyes open.
“Ugh… it’s itchy….”
Before he was fully awake, his hands were already scratching furiously at his chest. Fighting the urge to cry, Blaine checked the state of his flushed torso. The areolae bitten by the spider’s fangs had gone down a lot, but were still red and swollen. Honestly, he couldn’t even tell whether the swelling was from lingering venom or from yesterday’s torment.
“Ugh….”
He’d somehow already started pinching and tugging at his nipples with two fingers to relieve the itch—and only then did it hit him what he was doing. Startled, tears welled up despite his attempt to endure it. Naturally, blame shot straight toward the cause of this misery.
“You bastard…!”
“Uunngh—”
He grabbed the spider’s nose without mercy and yanked it hard. The one who’d rambled on about not being able to sleep at night—yet every time he held Blaine and fell asleep during their travels, he wouldn’t wake even if thunder struck beside him. After briefly squirming, the spider comfortably rested his head on Blaine’s thigh and soon sank back into sweet, steady sleep.
Because of you, I can’t even sleep at night. I wake up and suffer. I hate you so much I could die.
Raising his fist as if he needed to punch him a few times to feel better, Blaine froze when he saw the spider’s face—sleeping with angelic innocence, like the honeybee larvae he’d once cared for, lashes casting shadows as his small lips lay slightly parted. His arm dropped weakly.
Well… babies who look like angels are usually mischievous. Really naughty pranksters, too.
Convincing himself that way based on over ten years of nannying experience, Blaine sighed deeply, as if the ground might cave in, and gently stroked the white hair that gleamed even in the night. When he combed through the scalp with his fingertips, the spider’s face softened pleasantly. Ah… like this, asleep, he really did look pure and beautiful.
After hesitating for a moment, Blaine lost to the impulse and leaned down, placing a light kiss on the soft, milk‑smooth cheek. This much was okay. Yeah. Not weird at all. He used to kiss babies all the time. This wasn’t strange. Absolutely not.
The lower lip, always plump, looked somehow even more swollen now—ridiculously enticing. Fidgeting as he struggled, Blaine lightly sucked in that ripe, fruit‑like lower lip.
This much isn’t weird. It’s fine. I can do this.
“…Mm.”
