Page 17 of The Hornet’s Hucow Pet

“I want to cum so badly,” she whispers, voice shaking. Her brilliant azure eyes find mine.

“I know.” I take another deliberate, deep breath.

Her body joins me.

“You will. Soon.”

Nova’s next exhale becomes a long, slow moan as she acclimates to the overstimulation. With every measure that she’s able to relax, her pleasure deepens.

Which means that my pleasure deepens. And it becomes exponentially harder to continue to guide her through slow, even breaths.

I shudder as my abdomen spasms, hot venom leaking from my stinger—which is, as for all Apoids, a modified ovipositor. It itches to plunge into her warmth, to find a soft, perfect place for my eggs. My cock twitches with equal fervor, and my mind unhelpfully reminds me that humans have two holes in close proximity, each hot and tight and perfect…

My breath comes out as a choked moan when another spasm ripples through me. Like a drop of viscous fluid, a whitish bead gathers at the end of my slender stinger. When it falls to the silken floor, it remains oblong—a flexible, gelatinous egg. Unfertilized, fortunately.

Focus, Zyren. You have a job to do.

I pull down a band of silk to serve as a hammock for Nova’s head, easing her into it before dropping my hands to her breasts.

My venom has made the transformation slower, and I need to counteract that. However, the stimulation is going to drive her crazy.

I take another set of deliberate breaths, waiting for hers to synchronise with mine before sinking my fingers into her breasts.

The plushness is unbelievable. Soft and yielding, unlike anything I’ve ever touched. Underneath, her breasts are taut with pressure as they reach their limit, now multiple times larger than they were before.

I should be taking weight and circumference measurements, jotting down notes, asking clinical questions. Instead, I shut my eyes and force another deep breath as a wave of pleasure sends my cock drooling.

I find Nova’s glands and massage them, encouraging her milk production. She whimpers, then her breath finds mine again.

“Such a good girl,” I breathe over her. “So good at taking direction… You can take more for me, can’t you?”

Before Nova can answer, something warm flickers through her consciousness and the ethereal contract ringing my wrist.

I focus on that, driving forward on instinct.

“Take it all for me, Nova.”

Her eyes flutter, her breath deepens, her body relaxes.

Thrill rises in my chest. “You can be an eager, blissed-out milk slut, can’t you, Nova?”

She moans, shaking, eyes too unfocused to find me. When I cup her cheek, she nuzzles into it.

It’s difficult to say whether this desire always lurked within her, or whether the combination of my and Sylus’s venom has made her unusually open to suggestion, but regardless, it’s her only path to relief.

Nova tenses. “They’re so full…”

“They are.” I massage her breast with one hand while I cup her face with the other. “Nova, you’re magnificent… Relax for me.”

She responds well to the firm command, melting under my touch. Her breaths deepen as she struggles to control herself, and her gaze rises laboriously to mine. An intense craving for approval flickers through her consciousness.

“Just like that,” I soothe. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

Nova’s breath becomes a whimpering sigh as she accepts the intensity of the sensation, letting it wash over her.

Her cunt and breasts ache in time with each other, but it’s a pleasant, tolerable ache.

This is the calm in the eye of the storm.