Page 24 of The Hornet’s Hucow Pet

He taps my nose in gentle reprimand as he pulls his finger out of my mouth. “What did I tell you about defying me, Nova?”

Every time he says my name, close enough to its true pronunciation that my neural implant doesn’t activate, so I hear the real tones of his voice…

It’s a spell spoken over me, winding tighter and tighter.

It’s the first taste of a new drug, and I know I’ll be hooked for life, except the drug is Zyren himself.

I need to distract myself again.

“S-so, um… when I’m not… being milked, can I… help you? I can do filing work, I’m fluent with most terminal interfaces, any task of manual dexterity, really…” I trail off under Zyren’s intense gaze.

“Why do you ask this?”

I squirm. “Well, just… I know myself. I’ll get bored. I might as well help out.”

“There are many leisure activities that could fill your time. Eating and sleeping chief among them. Why not those?”

“I…” There’s a strange sensation in my mind. It’s as if Zyren’s curiosity merges with mine, posing that question. Why isn’t leisure the first thing that occurred to me? Hands as gentle and steady as the ones on my body flip through my mind, uncovering defenses and searching out the truth.

It spills quickly from my lips. “I have to make myself useful, so I’m not a burden. I have to earn the accommodations I require.”

Zyren’s expression softens, and the sensation fades, his curiosity sated.

I float there, stunned by the revelation I just spoke. And yet, I know it’s true.

The deepest fear yet takes hold of me. “Please don’t make me speed run fixing my fucked-up brain,” I murmur. “I know it’s bad, and you’re not going to convince me otherwise.”

Zyren tilts his head, affectionately tracing my jaw. “Your mind is very wounded. Treatment must be gradual. I have a less drastic prescription in mind.”

No matter how hard I try to cling to that fear and the rationality it provides, it turns to smoke under Zyren’s gentle touch. “What’s that?”

“Would it put you at ease if I used you for my pleasure?”

Shock and heat ripple through me. “W-what?”

His hand sinks under the water, tracing idly up the inside of my thigh. “If I made you sing sweet songs when I want to hear them. If I compel you to beg when it pleases me. If I ensure you’re available to me every moment of the day.”

Zyren’s breath falls over my ear as his fingers trail higher.

I shudder.

“Would that…” His fingers drift to the crease of my thigh, teasing at my most sensitive places. “…put you at ease?”

“Yes,” I gasp, embarrassingly fast, as if his offer might expire any moment. I don’t even know how I can be so certain of something I had no awareness of a minute ago, but when his fingers slide between my folds, I cry out with sheer pleasure.

There’s a medical efficiency to the way he works his fingers through me, palpating systematically inside and out until he finds every little spot that makes me quiver and twitch and arch.

“I love all these little noises,” he whispers in my ear. “I love how you quiver and shake for me. How you clench around my fingers. I could use you like this for quite a long time…”

I suddenly ache to be full of his venom again, blissed out and limp, desperate to cum but helpless to do anything, his to use as he pleases, to fill me with his cum or tease me with his hands or leave me empty and wanting, mewing helplessly for him, for as long as he desires…

Zyren’s breath catches, and there’s a quiet splash.

His flexible abdomen has curled around, and he holds his stinger firmly in his hand, a mere inch away from jabbing me in the arm. As he pulls it back, it rises out of the water, dripping viscous venom that shimmers as it blends with the water.

Zyren’s breath is heavy, his eyes hungry.

Pure, shameless arousal pangs through me.