Page 32 of The Hornet’s Hucow Pet

My body is lazy and sluggish, too comfortable to move, and my mind is placid, yet lucid. Every breath shifts the eggs in my belly, and it feels so good. That tingling heat drips down, settling between my legs, but I still can’t do anything about it.

So I just… relax. Bask in the pleasure.

Zyren stands over me, laser-focused on his workbench. His quick, nimble hands dice herbs and carefully wrap them in filter paper, then set the bundle into a complex glass apparatus.

As I lie there peacefully, I trace the tubes, running through my knowledge of chemistry. He’s first soaking the herb in hot solvent to dissolve its various compounds, then distilling the resulting infusion. The various components separate, each with its own temperature of condensation in the distillation column, and he collects the different-colored liquids into tiny bottles.

Desire pulses warm in my core.

I always did have a thing for competence.

Zyren’s wings vibrate for a moment, then he tucks them back and resumes his work.

My eyes drift down his body, mesmerized by the black shapes adorning his arms and his abdomen. His insectoid half is so much more flexible and agile than I’d expected. The chitin plates that line his abdomen slide over each other, making his stripes wider and shorter as they move in hypnotizing patterns.

The reason for his abdomen’s flexing soon becomes clear—the blunt tip of his cock peeks out, already dripping.

Heat flashes through me.

Zyren pauses, setting his mortar and pestle aside.

His dark gaze falls on me, as if accusing me of this distraction.

I’m not sure if that’s what’s happening, or what I want to be happening. I want to be his distraction and the source of his release; I want to be a thing he uses for his pleasure; I want⁠—

Suddenly Zyren is on top of me, the thick head of his cock aligning with my entrance again.

I cry out in eager pleasure as he shoves inside, and the movement ripples through my heavy eggs. His cock settles deep, and every thrust grinds that innermost spot of pleasure against the weight of the eggs from above.

The knowledge that I can’t cum in this state is both a salve and a torment. I crave it desperately as my body fills with hot pleasure, and yet, if I can’t cum, this will last as long as possible.

Zyren fucks me hard and fast, soon growling his climax against my ear. I love the way his abdomen spasms, stripes shifting with every rush of heat.

And I love how he cradles my cheek, kissing my forehead before returning to his work, leaving his cum slowly draining out of me.

He uses me several more times over the coming hours, each as intensely pleasurable as the last. I float in a horny haze, fantasizing about all the other things Zyren might do to me, until he inevitably returns and pumps me full of cum again.

When the sun dims on the other side of the windows, Zyren tidies up his workbench. Then he falls over me again, fucking me slow and deep this time, savoring it.

Kisses and nibbles fall along my jaw and neck, urgent and hungry, like he needs them more than I do.

His teeth graze my ear, and my breath shakes as electric tingling spreads down my spine.

“You make it very hard to focus,” he breathes. “Smelling how you do. Looking how you do. Sounding how you do…” His tongue slides along my throat.

I whimper. “How is… that?”

Zyren moans, thrusting deeper. His massive cock throbs inside me, the shaft thick enough to offer a delicious stretch. “Full of my eggs…” His fingers dig into my hips. “So soft. All your little sighs. So ready when I thrust my cock into you, so eager to be used…” His breath catches. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

The pleasure radiating from my core blanks out my mind. Tears spill from my eyes, and Zyren’s brow furrows with concern as he brushes them away.

He doesn’t stop his thrusting—can’t stop.

“Zyren, I’m… I’m so happy…”

A hot, ragged breath washes over me, then Zyren’s mouth claims mine again, tongue sliding deep. I moan, aching for climax, but happy to just be here.

Zyren kisses me until he climaxes again. Like when my body matches his breathing, so too my pleasure peaks with his, enraptured in pleasant warmth and relaxing into contentment again.