“Your nose is all red. Look how much you cried… it hurts my heart.”
“Not… not at all—hrrrgh!”
Blaine tried to snap back that he didn’t look hurt at all, but the moment a hand slipped under his shirt—without even looking—and brushed directly against his most sensitive spot, all he could do was let out an embarrassed sound. With swollen eyelids and damp cheeks, he received a light, pecking kiss from the spider before being gently lowered into a shadowy, thick patch of underbrush.
“W-Where are we? I’m going back.”
“Stay still, Bee-Bee.”
A strong hand clamped around his arm and pushed him down against a bed of soft, densely layered leaves, pinning him as if tying him in place. Blaine fought back, but the moment he realized no one from his hive would hear him scream here—or if they did, it would be too late—an icy dread crawled up his spine.
The spider holding him down didn’t budge no matter how hard he pushed; it was like trying to move a slab of iron. When he glared up in agitation, what he saw made him freeze.
Hurel’s eyes—normally a soft, luminous grey—had turned pitch-black, as if someone had poured ink into them.
They were the color of a bottomless pit. Blaine had once thought Hurel’s gaze was cool and sharp despite his pretty face, but with his irises darkened to pure night, it sparked a true, primal fear.
They were a predator’s eyes. The eyes of something staring at its prey.
And suddenly, like a jolt, Blaine remembered—Hurel hadn’t eaten a thing recently, and molting had drained all his strength. Whitey had to be starving right now.
Strangely, Blaine’s body no longer trembled. With his eyes bloodshot and raw from crying until they nearly fell out, he stared quietly up at the spider’s face and cleared his throat. His voice, leaking through lips wet with tears and maybe someone else’s saliva, was cracked and hoarse, yet low and steady.
“Are you… going to eat me?”
If Hurel’s gaze could pierce holes through skin, Blaine would’ve already been perforated. His blackened eyes dragged slowly, greedily over Blaine’s face and body, and from somewhere deep in his throat, a rough growl vibrated.
“Hahh… yeah. I’m going to eat you.”
It was foolish—but somehow, thinking he might become nourishment for Hurel didn’t feel entirely terrible. Wearing not his usual angelic brightness nor his occasional languid smile, but a chilling grin, the spider seized Blaine’s jaw hard enough to bruise and whispered into his ear:
“Since I’m going to eat you… spread your wings and cry prettily.”
***
Blaine had thought to himself that being eaten by Hurel wouldn’t be the worst fate, but this was absolutely not what he had meant. Staring blankly up at the gently swaying needles of the conifers above, the honeybee tried to understand where exactly everything had gone wrong.
“Haa… Bee-Bee’s cute when he’s on top too, but this is definitely better.”
“A-ahh… hnnngh!”
“Inside, you’re just… ngh, so warm and soft, Bee-Bee.”
Well, after crying hard enough to rupture a lung, of course his temperature would be high. And despite Hurel’s rough words, his touches were warm, teasing, unbearably tender—enough to melt Blaine from the inside out.
“Bee-Bee—”
“Huuung…”
Half conscious, Blaine had already realized that surrendering was safer for him right now. He’d stopped even trying to come back to his senses. Hurel didn’t seem pleased by that; he lightly bit Blaine’s nape, sucking until a faint sting spread. With his neck caught and nowhere to move, Blaine was helpless, caught between fear and a sharper, masochistic thrill that made him spread his legs even wider.
“Aah!”
The moment he spread them, the thick, burning heat pushed deeper, forcing Blaine to stick out his tongue and flutter his wings helplessly. The sight was so adorable that Hurel deliberately cupped those trembling wings in his palms, stroking the thin wing-stems with his fingertips just to torment him.
“Look at you—carelessly presenting your wings like that, legs spread wide, letting me shove myself into your little hole… What would your fellow workers say if they saw you, Bee-Bee?”
“A-ahh, no… don’t—don’t let them see…”
“The worker bees you grew up with, the ones who shared everything with you—imagine them watching you lose your composure, dropping your transformation, rolling your eyes back while you grind your hips on my cock. They’d be horrified. But you’d still cry and rub your sweet spot on me, wouldn’t you? You’re already so filthy.”
“Hyaaah—!”
“See? Just talking about it gets you more excited.”
His taunts sliced through Blaine’s chest like knives, yet the lips brushing softly against his wet mouth were warm and gentle. Hurel, having turned Blaine’s nape into an unwatchable mess of mottled marks, shifted his attention to the honeybee’s chest.
“D-Don’t bite—aaah!”
“Mmnn…”
The two areolae, flushed red like ripe fruit, tasted faintly sweet. Because you’re a honeybee? Hurel snorted at the absurd thought, but each time he sucked on Blaine’s nipple with tongue and upper jaw, he felt the plush walls around him clench.
“N-Nothing comes out… so stop sucking… hrrk…”
At that, Hurel released the swollen bud with a faintly sly smile. He stared up at Blaine for a long moment, studying him with an unreadable expression, before tapping the honeybee’s firm yet soft chest with a straight index finger.
“Bee-Bee.”
The same white, elegant hand—like the wing of a snowbird—slid up from Blaine’s chest to his nape and then seized his jaw, forcing him to meet Hurel’s gaze.
“You do like me, don’t you?”
“….”
Blaine, eyes glazed from pleasure and still shimmering with tears, tried his hardest to narrow them into a triangular glare.
“Still not done being angry, I see.”
At this point, it wasn’t anger but sheer stubbornness. Maintaining the sole conviction that he refused to forgive easily, Blaine shot Hurel another fierce glare—only for his lips to be enveloped again by warm, soft flesh. He pushed at Hurel’s hard shoulders, but soon enough his arms were looping around the spider’s neck, pulling him closer with a ridiculous rationalization: Fine, even if I’m mad, I can still kiss him.
His body felt like it was floating through clouds. The spider’s saliva slipped into his mouth, sweet as always. So sweet it almost turned bitter—his vision flashed like a flickering flame, and a sharp taste spread across his tongue.
“How is it? Feeling better?”
Hurel whispered as he pressed his slick, glistening lips—shining like a strawberry dipped in honey—against Blaine’s flushed ones. Rainbow halos danced in Blaine’s vision, his head spinning with euphoria. So good… His limp tongue nearly slurred it out, but fortunately, just before he could crumble completely, a shard of clarity pulled him back.
“You’re more stubborn than you look, Bee-Bee.”
Hurel, sounding more amused than annoyed, trailed featherlight kisses along Blaine’s sharp jawline. Down the mottled nape, which was already covered in reddish marks, leaving another bite on his shoulder, licking along his collarbone, then stamping deep, lingering kisses on the firm swell beneath it.
Everything Hurel did—whether rough enough to roll Blaine around like blown glass, or gentle enough to make him shudder helplessly—felt too good to endure.
“Hnnn…”
“Heh… do whatever you want. I swore I’d get you to forgive me, after all.”
So this is how I dug my grave. I should’ve just said I wasn’t mad anymore.
Sniffling with regret, Blaine was met with Hurel’s affectionate gaze before the spider playfully nipped the honeybee’s reddened nose tip.
“Bee-Bee’s insides forgave me ages ago, though… ngh—!”
