Page 33 of The Hornet’s Hucow Pet

“I’m sorry to leave you wanting,” he murmurs in my ear.

I moan as the thick bulb of his cock catches on my entrance, tugging before sliding out.

“I don’t want,” I murmur back. If I could lift my arm, I’d touch his cheek.

Zyren’s arms slide around me, cradling me to his chest. He lifts me, and I moan at the shifting pressure in my belly. Fuck, it all feels so good.

If the price I have to pay for this is some hours of pain in a hot spring and an edging kink… I can work with that.

No matter how heavy my body becomes, Zyren has no issue carrying me, and he gently pulls together another nest of blankets for me in the kitchen, tucking me there. I snuggle my cheek into the pillow he placed under it.

“When will I be able to move again?”

His hand slides over my belly. “The venom’s effects will remain until you’re empty. It surrounds the eggs, absorbing slowly into the rest of your body. So, whatever you need or want, you must tell me. Don’t think you’ll have success hiding anything from me.”

“The venom made me so desperate before, though… this is different…”

“It made you desperate for my eggs,” Zyren answers quietly. “Now that you have them, you need only peacefully incubate them.”

“Oh…” The thought makes happiness bloom through my brain. It’s strange to feel this good and this lucid. I’m sure I’ll remember all this clearly, which isn’t something I can say about any other drug.

“Let me get you more food.”

“I’m not hungry…”

“The venom would have you starve to death. You’ll still be able to eat, albeit only a little at a time.”

“Hm…” As I sluggishly contemplate this, Zyren returns shortly with a wooden bowl of fruit and seeds.

He feeds me patiently, piece by piece, wiping my lip with his thumb whenever juice threatens to escape.

“Sorry,” I murmur between bites.

Zyren blinks at me. “What for?”

“This has to be terribly boring…”

His gaze is intense as he grips my chin. “Nova. There is nothing I would rather be doing right now.”

Emotion rises in my chest, then gently dissipates. “Oh…”

I sink deeper into contentment as Zyren continues feeding me. When my stomach feels full, he lets me stop, assuring me I’ll be ready for more food again soon.

“When will you need to milk me again?”

“Eventually. The venom will slow the development of your milk.”

“Oh…”

Zyren raises a brow. “You sound disappointed.”

“It feels good,” I whine. I’d be embarrassed of being so petulant, if not for Zyren’s warm hand landing on my cheek.

“I know, little lamb. I’ll treat you to a milking when you’re ready. You won’t have to wait as long as for the eggs.”

Zyren holds something warm to my lips, and the aroma of coffee hits my nose. The warm, comforting flavor spreads across my tongue, and I sigh with happiness as Zyren patiently holds the wooden mug there, tipping it slightly more with each sip.

When the mug is empty, Zyren lies on the pillow next to me. His abdomen and legs curl protectively over me, and his chitin is surprisingly warm and smooth. He strokes my hair with his hands, humming quietly.