Blaine stubbornly told himself he wasn’t happy to be called pretty—but the truth was, his body felt so light with joy that it was almost despairing. The idea that a delicate white butterfly found a monstrous, giant spider pretty was more terrifying than any horror story.
“Nngh….”
As much as he enjoyed his chest being kneaded, he loved the way Hurel touched his ass even more. Unlike with his chest, Hurel never pinched or poked his backside harshly; he only ever stroked and massaged it gently. Without realizing it, Blaine spread his legs slightly and lifted his hips to make it easier for him.
“Haah!”
Startled, Blaine shoved at Hurel’s shoulders, but a sharp smack on his ass sent him collapsing with a pitiful whimper. Hiik!
“W-what are you doing?! Stop it!”
“The honey… it’d be a waste.”
“That’s—”
Before Blaine could even think of a retort, Hurel stopped licking his chest and parted his lips, sucking Blaine’s small, pink nipple right into his mouth. A shrill scream filled the room as Blaine’s head snapped back, his muscles tensing.
“Don’t—!”
“Mmm….”
Hurel hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard enough to make his own cheeks bulge. When Blaine glared at him through tear-filled eyes and tried to push his head away, Hurel—annoyed by the defiance—dug his teeth into the tender areola.
“Heh!”
The mighty baboon spider, a creature few in these vast meadows could stand against—no, none could stand against—was reduced to helpless submission by nothing more than a bite to his nipple. Amused by the pathetic sight, Hurel left a mark on his chest, though his exoskeleton was too tough for it to last. It wasn’t enough. None of this was enough. He wanted to punish him thoroughly, teach him a lesson, or he’d never be satisfied. The way Blaine squirmed, the way he dared to resist, the way he clung to his pride as if he were some fearsome predator—all of it was infuriating.
“Hyaaang!”
Still, Hurel had to admit, it was convenient that Blaine was so sturdy. No matter how rough he was, the spider could take it. He dragged his fingernail over the saliva-slick nipple, pinching it mercilessly, while his other hand sucked and nibbled at the other side. Pathetic.
“Ah, no, no, Hurel, that sound—it wasn’t me! I didn’t—haaang!”
Ridiculous.
“D-don’t suck—aaang, stop it! Nngh! Ah! Nn!”
A cruel urge to be even harsher surged through him, but Hurel restrained himself with superhuman effort. If he went too far, this big, strong spider might actually run away in terror. And if that happened, Blaine would never let him give another massage—might even kick him out for good.
…No, that wouldn’t happen. Hurel smirked, oozing confidence. After all the work he’d put in, after ensnaring this foolish spider with his beauty and sweet words, there was no way Blaine would dare.
“Hngh, why are you doing this?! I told you to stop—”
He’d correct Blaine’s behavior later. He’d save up all his punishments for then. For now, he school his face into the innocent, untouched expression of a creature who knew nothing of the world’s filth and blinked up at him with wide, pretty eyes.
“Didn’t you like the massage?”
“The massage isn’t the problem!”
“…I’m sorry. Don’t raise your voice.”
Tears welled up in those silver eyes far too easily, and soon, fat droplets spilled down his cheeks. Hurel could have claimed victory right then, but Blaine’s terrified expression made him falter. The tarantula fumbled, wiping away the tears with his clumsy hands.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, d-don’t cry, okay? Stop, please—”
“I’m the one who’s sorry! It was my fault! I was wrong….”
If he’d done wrong, he’d have to pay for it. Hurel wanted to shove him down, suck his nipples until they were swollen, and then, once he was exhausted and limp, flip him over and fuck him until he sobbed. The temptation was overwhelming. He tore his gaze away, forcing himself to press against Blaine’s chest instead, his voice trembling.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“No, no! It was my fault. I was bad. I’m sorry….”
Blaine’s tears were too much. Hurel, usually so composed, panicked, his rough hands clumsily wiping away the tears.
Eventually, the massage was cut short, but in the long run, it was a win. Now Blaine wouldn’t dare complain the next time Hurel groped him. Hiding his dark, satisfied smile, Hurel wrapped his arms around Blaine’s waist and pulled him close, his face the picture of angelic purity.
Exhausted—mentally, if not physically—Blaine dozed off as Hurel washed the sticky mess from his body and carried him away. Hurel stayed by his side, watching him sleep against the chair until the room grew dim.
So cute. Such a massive body, yet this part of him was small and tight, like a sealed bud. Hurel slid his hand beneath Blaine’s thick thighs, lifting him slightly to expose the secret place between his cheeks. The hole, just a shade darker and redder than his pale apricot nipples, looked even more tempting against his massive, muscular frame.
“Ah….”
“You’re so sensitive. Do you like it that much?”
Hurel traced the entrance lightly with his fingertip, then pressed his lips to it as if kissing. The urge to torment something so adorable was irresistible. It took every ounce of willpower to be gentle. Maddening.
“Nn, ah….”
He flicked his hot, wet tongue over the hole, then sealed his lips around it, sucking softly. The way Blaine’s body twitched, the needy whimpers he let out—too cute. Hurel wanted to shove himself inside, stretch him out roughly, now.
“Hah, you already know what you want, don’t you? So precious.”
Under the relentless attention, the tight hole finally relaxed, opening just a little. Hurel wanted to answer that silent plea, to bury himself deep inside, but he held back. Instead, he sharpened his tongue and pushed it inside.
“Just endure this for now, okay?”
“Nngh, no—ah! Ahhngh!”
He wasn’t sure who that plea for patience was meant for. Still, it was unfair—Hurel was going to so much trouble to lick him open, and Blaine’s nipples weren’t even hard. Annoyed, he reached up and rolled one between his fingers, sucking harder.
“Hngh, ah, feels… good….”
“At least you learn fast.”
Hurel pulled away with a smirk, admiring the flushed, sprawled-out tarantula, legs splayed, limp with pleasure. Was there anything in the world more delicious than this?
“Don’t worry so much, Bee-Bee. I’ll give you so much love soon.”
His voice was thick with affection as he whispered into Blaine’s ear, then pulled the boneless, trembling body closer. The weight of him, the heat, the way he fit so perfectly in Hurel’s arms—it was sweet. With a contented sigh, Hurel closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep, lulled by the promise of what was to come.
