Throwing firewood onto a burning house wasn’t enough—he might as well be dousing it in oil. If he let his reason slip even for a moment, it was obvious what would happen: the honeybee in front of him would be torn apart like shredded paper, broken beyond repair. Hurel took several deep, deliberate breaths, then slowly pulled himself out of the slick heat that refused to let him go.
“Hng… hiik… Haniii….”
As if placating him lightly, the spider reached out and kneaded Blaine’s chest. Then he pressed his own still‑throbbing, vein‑pulsing cock against the other side of Blaine’s chest and rubbed. The thick ridge of his tip scraped lightly over Blaine’s areola, and the stiffening nipple brushed against the shallow dip near the slit—tap, tap—over and over, leaving it gradually slick with sheen.
“D‑don’t— uuugh! Hahk!”
“It’ll hurt a little, but this is the fastest way to flush the venom out. Hang in there.”
He pushed his hips forward, rubbing the shaft against Blaine’s chest, while his fingers pinched and tugged the nipple hard. Blaine—mouth wide open, drool spilling—came almost instantly. A thinner, paler fluid trickled slowly down the groove of his deep abdomen.
“It would wear off on its own if we waited… but getting it out of your body is faster.”
“Hani… don’t… stop…”
“I’m doing this for you. Listen to me, okay?”
A warm palm tapped his cheek lightly—not enough to hurt. A thumb stroked his wet lower lip. Plush lips pressed and lifted from his burning eyelids. A hand smoothed down his abdomen, spreading the pale, watery mess pooled in the split of his torso and around his navel, then slid lower to caress his thigh. That same hand, soaked in his fluids, nudged his perineum—making him climax again for what must’ve been the umpteenth time. The semen spurted into the air, falling messily over his belly and groin in translucent splashes.
“You’re okay, Bee‑Bee. You’re going to be okay.”
“H‑haa… kgh….”
To Hurel, Blaine’s heart had always been wide open—practically windowless with how exposed he was. Now that they had confirmed each other’s feelings, Blaine received everything Hurel gave him with even more willingness, and the venom’s effects showed themselves far more intensely. The spider didn’t know that; he was far too busy stirring the honeybee’s molten, pliant insides like heated liquid.
“Forgive… me….”
Being this cute made forgiveness impossible—he couldn’t tell if the thought was affectionate or cruel. Hurel slipped three fingers inside Blaine, rummaging through him thoroughly, and released a thick burst of cum directly onto the bee’s stiff nipple.
***
“It hurts….”
“Where?”
“My eyes… my lips… my neck… my chest… my stomach and back… my legs… my butt… down there… everything hurts. All of it.”
The honeybee mumbled in a voice so cracked and hoarse it barely held shape. His eyes were swollen like he’d been stung by a stinger, too puffy for even a squint, and he was curled in Hurel’s lap. The spider, wearing the expression of someone dying from how adorable he found him, pressed his lips to the heavily swollen eyelid.
“I hate you so much.”
“I said I’m sorry, didn’t I? Mm?”
“I still hate you. Go away.”
But they both knew he couldn’t push away this infuriatingly strong spider—too drained to even lift a finger. What filled him wasn’t anger so much as a dull, lingering sadness.
“I’m going to the rainforest with Gen. You can go home alone.”
A dangerously bold statement, but the honeybee—heavy with sorrow—had decided to lash out. Instead of snapping or panicking, the spider simply stared at him for a moment before smiling.
“Where would I ever go without you? I’m coming with you, obviously.”
“…Didn’t you not want to look for the sage?”
“Now that I know you really love me, I’m not worried anymore.”
Blaine’s face flushed bright red, and he turned away, cheeks puffed in sulky indignation.
“Let go.”
“No.”
“Hhng— let go right now!”
“Nope.”
Calmly mixing a languid smile into his reply, the spider cupped Blaine’s nape firmly with his palm and pressed a kiss onto his puffy eyelids, the proud bridge of his nose, the reddened tip, and his flushed lips—like stamping a seal.
“I’m not going to let you go.”
Whatever glinted through the spider’s silver eyes at that moment, Blaine couldn’t see. He only pouted harder—until he finally let out a helpless little laugh. He didn’t realize how ridiculous he looked, smiling with a face swollen like an over‑steamed bun.
“It’s all fine but… sometimes you’re just too much.”
“Mmh. I’ll try, Bee‑Bee. I’ll be better for you.”
“…I’ll trust you.”
Overwhelmed by the adorableness of those murmuring lips, the spider couldn’t resist—he bit down on one plump cheek. Blaine tried to shove his shoulder away, but after some hesitation, he merely rested a hand on it instead, giving up the struggle. After all… his lips, his tongue slipping in smoothly, his touch, the whisper against his ear—everything about Hurel was warm and devastatingly gentle.
He couldn’t help it. Honeybees were drawn to beauty and sweetness. And the spider who lured him in like a bloom had no intention of letting him go—not now, not ever.
He would keep taking his time, pulling Blaine deeper and deeper into his snare, until he couldn’t look elsewhere or think of anything else. Hurel had complete confidence.
“…I love you.”
“……”
The honeybee turned red again—so easily—just from that soft, feathery whisper against his ear. Under the loving gaze and the hand gently stroking through his soft brown hair, he finally surrendered with both hands and feet. He blamed himself for falling so deeply for someone with such a twisted personality (and kink).
“…Fine. But let me go, seriously. I need the bathroom.”
“Ah!”
Why—why? Hurel gasped loudly, like he’d just remembered something crucial. Blaine blinked at him—well, thought he did; with how swollen his eyes were, it hardly made a difference.
“Bee‑Bee, from now on, you’re using the bathroom in front of me. I need to make sure the venom is flushing out properly.”
…What?
“You said you needed to go, right? Come here. You can do it here.”
“….?!?!”
Blaine’s lips moved but no sound came out as the spider, perfectly unfazed, dragged him close from behind and began pulling at his waistband while walking him toward a corner. The honeybee was too stunned by the sheer absurdity to resist.
“Go on.”
“N‑no….”
“Hm? Why are you squirming? Want me to hold your legs apart? Would that make it easier?”
How—how was any of this his fault? There was no way. No matter how much he thrashed or kicked, he was lifted effortlessly off the ground. His raw, strained throat let out broken cries.
“No, no, no—NOOO!”
The price of choosing the wrong lover was unbearably harsh on the tender honeybee.
