At this point, it had to be intentional. Hurel had suspected as much before, but did Blaine actually enjoy being treated roughly? With a thought so unfair it would make any honeybee leap in outrage, Hurel yanked the back of Blaine’s neck a little forcefully and covered his mouth.
If he had his way, he’d slam Blaine into the ground right now and pin him down until he was in tatters, but Hurel suppressed the urge with superhuman patience. Instead, he focused on making Blaine’s body burn with desire, leaving him helpless and trembling.
“Mmph, Ha—Hani, I still haven’t finished what I wanted to say—”
“Later. Sigh. Later.”
“But it’s important… I need to— Ngh—”
Gone was the infuriatingly composed and skilled demeanor from before; now, Hurel’s movements were frantic as he pried Blaine’s lips apart and urgently tangled their tongues. Of course, kissing was nice, but this wasn’t the time for it. Blaine pushed weakly at Hurel’s shoulders, struggling, but sadly, his resistance crumbled under the weight of his own desire, and his body went limp.
“Ah, Ngh—! Not there—!”
“Bee-Bee, climb on top of me. It’s hard for me to move like this.”
“Ah, uh, Nn—”
Was it really okay to do this to someone in Blaine’s condition? Guilt flickered, but it was a fleeting thought—better than not doing it at all. Carefully straddling Hurel’s thighs, Blaine spread his legs over the spider’s lap, leaning against the old tree trunk. He licked his damp lower lip, his face flushed, as he felt Hurel’s fingers teasing him.
“Lower your head.”
“Nn.”
Obediently, Blaine tilted his head down, pressing his soft, pliant lips against Hurel’s. As he felt Hurel’s hands groping his backside, his face burned even hotter, and he gripped the spider’s shoulders. Now that he thought about it, he had fled from the Queen in such a hurry that he hadn’t even put on underwear.
“Why aren’t you wearing underwear, Bee-Bee?”
“Th-that, uh, it was uncomfortable…”
His sweet voice dropped to a cold murmur in an instant. Blaine stammered, making excuses. Hurel clicked his tongue from below. That’s not good. Break that habit. The command, sharp as a blade, left Blaine unable to protest, and he nodded obediently.
“In my home, you can live naked or only wear the underwear I made for you. But I won’t tolerate you going out like this. Understood?”
“No… I won’t take it off at home either…”
“Do you understand?”
“…Yes.”
At the meek reply, Hurel playfully nipped Blaine’s earlobe, his voice dripping with a syrupy sweetness that could melt eardrums. Good boy. Something was terribly, terribly wrong here. But Blaine was too busy focusing on the pleasure Hurel was giving him—fingers slipping into his pants, rubbing his most sensitive spots, lips teasing his erogenous zones—to bother figuring out what.
“Bee-Bee, my legs hurt, so it’s hard for me to move freely.”
Then maybe we shouldn’t be doing this at all.
“Take off your shirt and show me your chest. I’ll suck on them for you.”
“Nngh…”
It would have been better if Hurel had just torn his clothes off and bitten into his flesh recklessly. Blaine’s eyes, now red and brimming with tears, fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as he thought this.
“Mmm, so obedient. Such a good bee, Bee-Bee.”
“Haah—! Hiiik!”
As Blaine arched his back, pressing his swollen, red nipples against Hurel’s soft, jelly-like lips, he let out a moan. Hurel, as if waiting for it, opened his mouth and swallowed the nub whole, skillfully flicking his fingers to explore the cleft of Blaine’s buttocks. Blaine instinctively cried out for him to stop, but his legs, braced on either side of Hurel, only spread wider.
“It’s all melted. Your stomach must have hurt so much. How did you endure it all this time?”
“Hnghaa!”
The fingers sliding so smoothly into his secret place were coated in slick, sticky fluid, gently massaging the sensitive membrane. Now that Hurel mentioned it, his abdomen did ache dully. Blaine had been through so much that he hadn’t even noticed the pain.
“Ngh—too fast… it hurts, uh—”
“Ha, sorry, I got a little carried away.”
In an instant, Hurel added a second finger, making Blaine furrow his brows and grip the spider’s shoulders tightly. Cruelly, Hurel only tormented his nipple with his smooth, pointed tongue, distracting him while showing no mercy with his fingers.
“Wait… just a second, it hurts right now…”
“You still hurt? Then focus here.”
“Ah, no, don’t—Haaah!”
He shouldn’t have said anything—Hurel bit down on his nipple, sucking and tugging until Blaine whimpered and shook his head. Seizing the moment, Hurel slid three fingers inside, moving them up and down, stirring his inner walls. Blaine had wanted the pain to disappear, but it was only being drowned out by something even more intense.
“Bee-Bee, haa, I’m sorry, but I can’t hold back anymore. Can I put it in?”
“Wh-what?”
“I can’t thrust with my legs like this. You’ll have to move on top.”
What fresh hell is this? Ever since he met Hurel, Blaine felt like he’d been running an endless obstacle course with no flat ground or beautiful seas in sight.
“That’s…”
“I can’t just shove it in like before.”
“Yeah, but—”
The only thought in Blaine’s mind was I’m doomed. A wave of despair washed over him, but there was no one to share it with. He bit his lip, his face a picture of misery, and slowly lowered his hips. Something thick and monstrous pushed between his cheeks, and he let out a choked hik! as his knees shot up involuntarily.
“Bee-Bee… Do you not want to do this with me?”
No, why does it have to be like that! Hurel’s voice was pitiful, drenched like a wilted flower, and his silver eyes shimmered with tears in an instant. Faced with the sight of his lover looking so forlorn, as if abandoned, Blaine had no choice but to grit his teeth and sink down onto Hurel.
“Ah, ah!”
“Nn, good… just like that, slowly… ngh!”
“W-wait, it’s going in—Hiiik!”
“Sigh. That’s it.”
Hurel, who hadn’t even managed to get halfway in, grabbed Blaine’s flailing waist and pressed kisses all over his broad chest, patting his backside soothingly. But it was too hot, too thick—it felt like it would kill him. There was no way something this monstrous could fit all the way inside, no matter how breathtakingly beautiful Hurel was.
“H-how much… more…”
“Almost all the way in, Bee-Bee. Such a good boy.”
“Aaahh…”
Blaine wanted to believe Hurel’s gentle kisses on his tear-streaked face, his offered chest, and the soothing murmurs, but his free hand trembled as it reached down near his lower abdomen. A choked sob escaped him.
“Sniffle—Liar… there’s still so… hik! so much left!”
“Ha. You really… trying to drive me insane?”
The low, sinister growl between his teeth. The silver glow in Hurel’s eyes flickered darkly for a moment. Such a cute act, such a cute tone—it was more effective than screaming for attention.
The entrance, which had barely swallowed the tip, stretched obscenely as the thing inside grew even larger. Blaine’s face twisted in disbelief. No way. How can it get even bigger here?
“H-Hani… Ngh, I can’t… I—”
“Bee-Bee, you’re a brave bee. You can do it.”
“Hngh…”
The problem was that this wasn’t a situation that called for bravery. Besides, Blaine had never been in his right mind during any of his encounters with Hurel, but he did remember one thing clearly: this terrifying thing had once reached deep inside him, all the way to where his stinger began. The memory alone made him realize just how much courage this would take.
