Of course, that wasn’t an option. Once the water’s spilled, trying to scoop it back up would only leave you with a bucket full of muddy soil.
Blaine took a few deep, sigh-like breaths, then boldly reached out and wrapped his hand around the spider’s cock. Hurel raised one delicate brow.
“What are you trying to do?”
“Hani… You always go out of your way to make me feel good. But you just keep holding it in for my sake.”
Tonight, I’ll take care of you. That wasn’t the only reason, of course. After spending so much time with this sly spider, even the once upright and painfully naïve honeybee had picked up a few tricks. They say married couples grow to resemble each other, after all.
Still, sweet-talking like this might lower Hurel’s guard. He might even be touched.
“I’ve got this, so you just relax.”
Fortunately, the spider didn’t seem offended. He just stayed still, watching Blaine curiously. In fact, there was a flicker of amusement in his gaze. If getting started was half the battle, then this operation was already halfway to success.
Blaine had assumed the spider’s size might seem less intimidating once it was in his own large hands—but he’d been very wrong. A cold sweat began to form, and he frantically tried to divert his thoughts. Every twitch of Hurel’s cock in response to his hesitant touch made his heart thud with dread. It was so big… It might even reach where his stinger was…
No, no. Don’t think about that. Don’t think about something so horrifying.
Maybe it’d be easier if he couldn’t see it. With that thought, Blaine drew in a deep breath, firmed his resolve, and opened his mouth wide. Eyes squeezed shut, he lowered his head and, with a sudden gulp, took his lover’s grotesque—he felt guilty even calling it that—cock into his mouth.
“……!”
His jaw ached immediately. His mouth felt stuffed with a burning, pulsing chunk of flesh, yet he’d only managed to get the head in. His eyes stung. Was he going to cry? But the brave little honeybee chose courage over tears.
“Ah—! Nnngh—!”
The spider, who had been watching lazily from above, let out a rough, ragged breath and arched his back. His eyes, once half-lidded with ease, now sharpened, his brows faintly knit.
“Mmm… mnngh…”
“Wait… Bee-Bee.”
That’s right—Blaine had once been a model honey collector, known for his exceptional skills. During the end-of-month harvest evaluations, his name always sat at the top of the list, and he’d even received medals at ceremonies hosted by the Queen herself.
So yes—he was confident when it came to extracting sweetness.
“Nnngh…!”
What the fuck? How is he this good?!
The spider’s early confidence vanished. He jerked back instinctively, overwhelmed by the sensation. Blaine, despite his glazed-over eyes, stayed on him like a predator. He couldn’t fit the whole thing in, but he was using his thick, calloused fingers to skillfully stimulate the base. It was ridiculous.
…How does someone with such big, clumsy hands move like that? Using the saliva trickling down the shaft, Blaine messily smeared it along the length, bobbing his head with growing enthusiasm. He didn’t stop flicking his tongue at the sensitive spots either, or licking them with long, slow strokes. Occasionally, he would graze it with his teeth or suck forcefully, using the inner lining of his cheeks to draw hard.
He’s really trying to pull something out of me.
“Mmm… how’s that?”
It was different from how he handled flowers. The sheer heat pouring off his lover’s body, the sticky scent, and the ragged breaths stirred a fire in Blaine’s own. He panted with unfocused eyes, looking up at Hurel from below. Maybe he was scared to take it all the way into his throat, so his cheeks puffed out, and he wore a dazed, lewd expression as he mumbled his question through the stuffed mouth.
“Hah… damn…”
Hurel’s smile was tight, his lips trembling as he clenched his jaw.
Seeing that reaction, the determined honeybee gulped once, then pushed the hot, iron-like rod into the back of his throat. He couldn’t swallow the entire bulbous tip, but he pressed against it with the base of his tongue, panting for breath. The sticky heat of his mouth, the smooth, gripping flesh inside, and the agile flicks of his tongue sent sharp jolts of pleasure shooting through the spider.
“Guh—!”
Hurel’s elegant white neck snapped back as he let out a strangled groan. Did that work? Blaine, encouraged by the response, doubled down—hollowing his cheeks and sucking long and deep. More low, rough sounds spilled out above him.
“Fuck, Bee-Bee…!”
Hurel was trying to keep a composed face, but the cracked, quivering voice slipping through his clenched teeth was anything but calm. And Blaine’s pale blue eyes—those wide, blinking eyes—sparkled with mischievous delight. The spider saw it clearly. Ah, fuck…
“Huh-ah?”
His mouth was so full that his words came out utterly garbled, but that faint, unmistakable thrill in his voice sent a chill down Hurel’s spine. It felt like something clenched tight in his gut, and a tingling sensation crawled down his neck as he grit his teeth hard enough to make a sound.
Blaine, now totally committed, lowered his gaze and worked with fervor. He panted through his nose, hands moving rapidly. He’d pull back just to stick out his tongue and lap eagerly, then shove it right back in up to the back of his mouth whenever Hurel’s breathing started to steady. Sometimes he’d only take the tip, rolling it around with his tongue, then smear it along the soft, slick inside of his cheek.
Each time, the spider’s breath would hitch, his hands roughing through Blaine’s hair, leaving him dazed and lightheaded.
Lost in the act, with no thought of his original plan or motives, Blaine was entirely focused on pleasuring his lover—until a sharp sting at his scalp stopped him cold. He didn’t even have time to yelp. The spider grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanked his head up—and warm, thick fluid splashed all over his face.
“Ah…”
Sticky, cloudy fluid dripped down from his honey-colored hair, smearing across his eyelids, nose bridge, cheeks, and lips, sliding slowly down with gravity. The viscous consistency made it stream like tears from his eyes across his face. Blaine, without thinking, stuck out his tongue and licked up a drop. A pure, instinctive reflex for a honeybee.
“Haah…”
A short, breathless sigh came from above—equal parts disbelief and exasperation. And at the same time, the spider’s softened cock was already stirring again, rising slowly.
People used to say boiling down spider husks was good for stamina, but I thought that was just crazy talk. Was it actually true?!
Stunned by his lover’s absurd recovery speed, Blaine hesitated for just a moment—then steadied himself.
“It’s okay, Hani. I told you, didn’t I? Tonight’s your turn.”
“Bee-Bee… What’s gotten into you tonight…?”
“Back when I skipped meals and went full force collecting honey, my record was seventeen times in one day. I’m fine. I can do this. I’m confident.”
He bit his lip with determination and clenched both fists, his whole body fired up. Hurel stared at him blankly for a second, dazed, then murmured in disbelief.
“No… No, even for me, Bee-Bee, seventeen is… Wait, Bee-Bee—!”
Are you trying to kill me?!
Whether Hurel protested or not, Blaine ignored him completely. That night, the honeybee tapped into his glorious past records and gave it everything he had—until his jaw nearly fell off. And in the end, his effort bore fruit. After all, they say heaven helps those who help themselves.
“Whew… It’s been a while, but looks like I haven’t lost my touch.”
A pine caterpillar eats pine needles, and a honeybee gathers honey. Blaine wiped the dampness from his mouth with pride, then snuggled up to his lover—now collapsed and utterly motionless—and finally drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
