Page 30 of The Hornet’s Hucow Pet

“Zyren, please!” Desperation weaves into her tone. Her eyes land on my cock. “Please, use me…”

Those two words unleash me. I grab her face, pressing her lips to mine and devouring her yelp of surprise.

The bulb of my cock quickly finds her heat, pressing against her entrance. There’s no gentleness as my abdomen thrusts, forcing the blunt tip past her tight muscles.

Nova cries out, and my venom makes the stretch all pleasure. Her cunt spasms around me, gripping my thick shaft. The bulb does its job, and her contractions pull me deeper inside. My parameres close in, grasping her mound from either side, stimulating her labia.

Her mouth opens for me, and my tongue slides down her throat, tasting and claiming. I lick over her cheek and nibble greedily along her jaw as my abdomen thrusts and my cock slides deeper.

My slender stinger makes its way alongside my cock, sensitive and precise as it finds her cervix.

I’m too far gone to give her any warning as it plunges through, gushing venom.

Nova tips her head back in ecstasy, and I graze my teeth across her throat. My hands tighten in her hair, keeping her neck open for me as I suck and bite.

My abdomen spasms with overwhelming fullness, and it’s not just from her milk. Pre-cum gushes through her cunt and my eyes roll back as an egg slides through my stinger—really an ovipositor adapted to serve two related purposes.

Sting your prey to paralyze them with bliss. Pump them full of your eggs. A biological imperative I was not as resistant to as I thought.

The egg is flexible enough that my stinger only barely swells, but the sensation of the pressure sliding through me is incredible.

My teeth sink into the meat of Nova’s shoulder, and I moan with pleasure as the egg slides out of my tip, nestling in her womb.

She gasps at the new sensation.

My abdomen spasms again, and I’m helpless to stop the next egg.

I cradle her face in my hands, barely able to stop kissing her skin long enough to speak.

“Please don’t… hate me…”

“Zyren, it feels so good…”

I shudder as a series of spasms overtake me, and I pump her full of my eggs. There’s a slight resistance as each new intrusion stretches her, but the transformation has made her body remarkably pliable. Her belly swells, and the sight is intoxicating.

Milk leaks from her breasts, and I can’t stand to see it wasted, so I clamp my mouth around her again.

Every hard suck sends her crying with pleasure, every surge of eggs sends her cunt fluttering around me.

My cock throbs, and it’s a good thing these eggs are past being able to be fertilized.

I nuzzle my forehead against her neck, head tucked in apology. “Little lamb, I can’t stop…”

“Don’t—” Her voice catches.

Guilt lances through me.

But then, “Don’t stop!”

My lips find hers again, rough and hungry. I completely lose control. Pleasure blossoms through my abdomen as I pump her full of eggs, venom, cum.

White swirled with violet pours from her abused cunt as I thrust hard and fast, dragging my bulb over every internal erogenous zone.

She would shake with pleasure if she could move, but she can only lie there, every exhale a cry of ecstasy, as I make good on my promise to use her for my pleasure.

I hadn’t meant it literally. It was a framing device to put her at ease.

But as bliss shines in her eyes, I see now I’d have been letting her down if I held back.