“Bee-Bee, come on. I want to get inside you quickly.”
“Hik!”
“I’m cold, Bee-Bee. But it’s so warm inside you.”
Blaine trembled violently at the chillingly sweet voice and the words that left him speechless, letting out a high-pitched whimper. With no other choice, he gritted his teeth and forced strength into his knees and hips. Strike while the iron is hot—maybe it would be better to just get it over with in one go. With that thought, he dropped himself down hard onto Hurel’s thighs, letting out a sharp “Hiiik!” as his neck snapped back.
“Hehe. Alright. I won’t rush you. I’ll suck your chest nice and slow.”
“No, that’s not—Ngh!—not what I meant—Haaah!”
The sensation of a red-hot iron rod plunging deep into his belly was enough to drive him mad, but Hurel showed no mercy. The spider’s soft tongue and smooth teeth lapped and nibbled at his oversensitive chest and the swollen nubs jutting from it, leaving Blaine gasping, his mouth hanging open as drool dribbled down.
“Bee-Bee, don’t just enjoy it by yourself. Move your hips a little.”
“Too… nngh—too much…”
“No, you can do it. Good boy.”
Blaine thought wistfully that it had been better when Hurel took control from above. How many times had he had this same thought? He braced his trembling arms on Hurel’s shoulders and slowly lifted himself up. The thick, hard thing inside him scraped against his inner walls as it slid out, sending shivers down his spine.
“This has gotten so pretty.”
“Hyaang!”
Hurel kissed the once-flat, tiny nubs—now swollen to twice their size, red and ripe—as if admiring them. Blaine couldn’t help but let a tear slip down his cheek. The praise made him embarrassingly happy. Hurel tormented the plump nubs until they clung to his lips, and Blaine’s legs gave out, sending him crashing down. Stars burst in front of his eyes.
“Would it be okay if they got just a little fuller?”
“No… Hani, don’t do anything weird…”
Blaine whined, remembering all the terrible things Hurel had done to him before. Normally, Hurel would have ignored his protests without a second thought, but after Blaine’s relentless confessions, the spider’s heart had softened like ice cream under the summer sun. Hurel just smiled gently and soothed him with soft words.
“Why not, Bee-Bee? They’d be so pretty.”
Of course, that didn’t mean he was actually going to change his mind.
Before Blaine could protest further, Hurel cupped his ass and scraped the tip of his sharp fang against the tender nipple. Then, with practiced ease, he shifted his hips in the seated position. The veins in his pale arms bulged ominously as the thick shaft pulled halfway out, the blunt head pressing against the spot Blaine loved most, grinding and prodding.
“No! Ah, stop!”
If he arched his back to escape the electric pleasure shooting up from below, his nipples brushed against Hurel’s lips and teeth. If he tried to pull away, he only took more of Hurel inside. If he pushed against the spider or tried to hit him, he lost his balance and collapsed. It was truly a no-win situation.
“Aaahh…”
“You’re doing so well, Bee-Bee. Look at you, moving all on your own.”
The praise didn’t make him happy. Or—well, it did. And that only made him sadder. Blaine buried his round head against Hurel’s chest and sniffled. He couldn’t stop now, not when they’d come this far. And with Hurel’s injured legs, it was up to him to do the work. But it was just too much.
“Aaah! Nngh!“
“Bee-Bee, you might feel good just clenching around me like that, but what about me?”
“Hngh—sorry, but…”
His nipples, scraped by Hurel’s fangs, were starting to tingle. He rubbed his chest against Hurel’s lips, desperately lifting and lowering his hips.
Blaine loved the feeling of his inner walls tightening around the thick shaft, the swollen membrane pressing against it. But pushing it all the way out to the tip and then taking it back in was too much effort, so he settled for grinding his ass against Hurel’s thighs with a wet slap, slap. Hurel smirked.
“Bee-Bee.”
“Hngh, sorry, I’m sorry…”
When Blaine apologized like that, Hurel couldn’t help but give in—though he wasn’t exactly in a position to refuse. The spider chuckled bitterly at his own rough voice and patted Blaine’s ass. When he told Blaine to sit fully on top and spread his legs, the honeybee obeyed without hesitation, confused but compliant.
“Huh, huh! Hani, no!”
Hurel slid his arm behind Blaine’s spread knees, took a deep breath, and lifted him into the air. The sensation of his inner walls, clinging so tightly, suddenly pulling away was vivid. The spider, who had been leaving red marks all over Blaine’s broad chest with his bites, grinned.
“Hold on tight.”
“No, don’t—Haaah! Ahh!”
Hurel effortlessly lifted Blaine—who was by no means light, nearly the size of a wasp—with both arms, raising and lowering him without breaking a sweat. He had been holding back for too long; now, he deserved his reward. With that in mind, he rubbed the thick head against the swollen membrane near Blaine’s entrance, scraped the tender inner walls, and claimed the warm, soft depths of Blaine’s belly as his own. The honeybee, suspended in midair and unable to struggle, screamed and cried, but Hurel didn’t care.
“Wait, stop, stop—please!”
Why did it feel like this? Nothing had changed, and yet—it was as if his brain was being kneaded, the pleasure overwhelming. It was like a hundred tiny electric currents buzzing against his skin, like being wrapped in warm, fragrant water. He was so overwhelmed with bliss he thought he might die.
“Bee-Bee, does it feel good?”
“Aaaah—!”
His expression was a mess, his voice unrecognizable with pleasure, and he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Every time Hurel pressed soft kisses to his lips and murmured affectionately, his lower belly clenched, and another piece of his rationality melted away. He couldn’t even twitch a finger.
It felt too good. Was it because they had confessed their feelings? Was this what it was like to be with someone you truly connected with—so cruelly, overwhelmingly good? The sensations were more than he could handle.
“Bee-Bee—”
More than the relentless stimulation of his erogenous zones, it was the way Hurel stretched out his name in a sweet, lazy drawl, pulling him close, nuzzling his cheek, and brushing their lips together that felt like the most violent assault. Finally, Blaine’s deep blue eyes glazed over completely.
Fwip.
A strange sound—one that shouldn’t have come from this—made Hurel’s eyes narrow slightly. Suspicious but unwilling to stop, he slid his hand up Blaine’s back, tracing his spine.
“Aaaah!”
“…?”
His fingers, moving up each vertebra, suddenly caught on something near Blaine’s wing bones. It felt like a thin twig pressed against the protruding bone. Blaine, who had been too distracted by his own moans to notice, froze.
“Huh—no, no! What is this—?”
“…Wings.”
“No, don’t—Aaaah!”
Panicked, Blaine tried to tuck his wings back in, but Hurel lifted him slightly before letting him drop hard, his neck snapping back. A terrible groan escaped him, drool spilling from his open mouth. Then, with a soft pop, his antennae perked up. Fascinated, Hurel gripped the base of Blaine’s wings with his fingers, preventing them from retreating.
