Chapter 49
The female insect's body temperature was terribly hot to the male insect, and Hill's icy hands warmed up as the female insect's body temperature continued to rise, as if they had finally been warmed up.
"Albert, will you regret it?" the little male insect asked with a light laugh during a moment of distraction.
“Of course not, Your Highness,” Albert replied firmly, trying to soothe the male insect’s fragile heart.
Albert was very skilled. Hill's breathing became erratic, and he stared blankly at the white ceiling. The heat emanating from his body seemed to be melting the ice in his eyes, but it was only a fleeting feeling.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of Celt. Celt was aggressive and usually domineering, holding him down like a wild beast biting the neck of mating animals, not allowing the slightest disobedience, and completely possessing him.
Albert was more gentlemanly and gentle, trying to be attentive to his experience. Hill could sense his appreciation, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of peace.
Thunder and lightning still flashed outside the window, the sky was split by lightning, and the room was filled with flashes of light.
Albert first kissed and licked the insect through the fabric, releasing pheromones at the same time. The concentration of pheromones was enough to make any male insect turn blue briefly.
"Um......"
He was certain that Hilgard was perceptive, because the low snoring in his breathing increased his confidence.
He became even more attentive, his hand slowly caressing her, rubbing her cheek against hers, and then using his lips to repeatedly moisten her. Hilgard was beautiful, beautiful from head to toe.
It makes the insects unconsciously sink into depravity.
Time passed second by second, three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes...
Albert went from being obsessed at first to hesitating later, and then at a certain point he suddenly stopped moving.
Hill slowly lowered his head. In the dim light, his long silver hair seemed to have a light blue tint under the illumination of the lightning, a cloaking feature inherited from the Kent White Morpho butterfly, which complemented his azure eyes.
His temples were slightly damp, whether from Albert or from being caught in a downpour, which made him look unlike his usual innocent and naive self, like a siren from the sea, eerily ghostly.
His cold hands were still resting on the bed, his chest rising and falling slightly, and a moist smile appeared in his eyes: "Ah... Your Excellency, why don't you continue?"
Albert remained kneeling, but when he raised his head, sweat streamed down his temples like a waterfall. His kneeling posture made his reaction crystal clear.
In contrast, Hildegard remained motionless for a long time under the strong stimulation of pheromones, maintaining her usual soft posture, which was completely bizarre.
In the Empire, there are male Zerg who are not keen on mating. Each Zerg has a different personality, which should of course be respected. However, for the development and continuation of the Zerg race, it is medically recognized that if a Zerg cannot get a response after pheromone fusion for more than 20 minutes, it will be considered disabled.
He will be forever labeled, and even if he is not kicked out of the Empire or the Federation, he will no longer be able to enjoy the various privileges of male insects, will no longer have the right to form a family, and will become a marginal insect of the insectoid society.
Currently, the only one who meets this criterion is His Majesty the Insect Emperor's male insect prince, one of only two S-class male insects in the empire.
Albert's hand, which was supporting him, trembled slightly. He served more quickly, his movements inevitably carrying a hint of urgency, no longer polite.
“Ah…” Hill groaned softly, his brows furrowing slightly, but the pain made him laugh. A glint of light flickered in his azure eyes, and he reached out a hand, gently pushing away the pain. “Your Excellency Albert, you’re hurting me.”
"Didn't you say you'd make me comfortable and never hurt me?" Hill chuckled. "Why are you going back on your word?"
Albert's chest heaved violently as he abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with shock. Hill's icy hand, as if pulled from the bottom of water, gently brushed against his damp chin with her neatly trimmed fingertips: "So, saying you wouldn't regret it was also a lie?"
Albert gripped Hill's robes tightly, a patch of which was damp. The strong scent of pheromones was merely a facade; his eyes held a turbulent undercurrent, and his voice was hoarse: "Your Highness—"
Hill's smile widened, his open expression making his face appear even more alluring, almost bewitching: "I just can't use the Insect Path? What should I do? Hmm? Are you scared? Or disappointed?"
His pale lips uttered a shocking statement: "Are you scared already? Didn't you say you loved me?"
His voice was intimate, almost like a love whisper, and his slender hands gently stroked Albert's handsome face. However, these gestures could no longer move the female insect's heart. The female insect still looked at him with that shocked, incredulous, and then gradually cooling expression.
Ah, he hesitated.
Shouldn't loving an insect mean loving it wholeheartedly and without regard for anything else, regardless of its status, health, or disability, and giving it your all?
Just like he once did with Celt, why does the love of female insects seem different? They care about status, rank, and pheromones, but never because he is Hill.
Celt could destroy him at will when he was Hill, and fawned over him when he was Hillgard, simply because his status changed him from a poor, destitute male insect to an S-class male insect prince.
Celt was like that, Albert was like that, and so were the female insects.
It's truly disgusting and repulsive to insects.
Outside the window, the rain was still pouring down. Inside the room, the two insects, one kneeling and one sitting, stared at each other silently. The smile on Hill's lips gradually turned cold, and Albert's eyes went from shock to calm. The fact that he accepted it so quickly was strange.
"You guessed it all along?" Hill was still smiling, but his smile was now cold.
Albert opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the door was suddenly flung open. A fierce wind and torrential rain swept in from outside, as if to destroy everything in an instant. The curtains in the room were also fluttering wildly, and Hill's thin, wrinkled white robe was also blown about.
A powerful surge of gunpowder pheromones erupted, accompanied by an unparalleled gale, launching a fierce attack.
"Selte—" Sensing danger from the female insect, Albert immediately spread his wings to dodge. However, the female insect suddenly appeared in his escape route, using no skill but simply suppressing and ramming him.
The 2S and 3S female insects were too fast; in the blink of an eye, Hill couldn't even see their clash. Crimson blood had already splattered out, and with a loud crack, one of the female insects was smashed out of the window.
Flesh and blood hung from the edge of the broken glass, a bloody and cruel sight.
A large hole was smashed in the glass window, and a fierce wind and rain howled through, blowing Hill's long hair and robes, making him look as if he could be blown away at any moment.
Black bone wings folded around him, and a dark shadow flashed by. A hot, damp hand tightly gripped Hill's waist. The hand was so hot, and the embrace was so hot. The pheromones from the gunpowder smoke diluted Albert's pheromones, forcefully enveloping him in its own pheromone range.
Hill dropped his hands that were supporting him on the bed and fell backward like a plant that had lost its support. Celtic didn't let him fall, but instead held him by the back, with only his cold, long hair hanging down like seaweed.
Celt's gray eyes had completely transformed into insects, displaying the scarlet color of terrifying insects.
"What did he do to you?" The female insect's voice was gloomy and cold, suppressing a frenzied killing intent. The surrounding gunpowder pheromones were so strong that they emitted a piercing warning throughout the villa.
The male insect in his arms had its clothes crumpled beyond recognition, and the side of its neck was covered with kiss marks left by the female insect. Its lower body was also a mess, all wet, as if it had been severely abused by the female insect.
Hill hung his head, his neck like a root that had lost its strength, as the half-insect-like insect gently supported him.
Celt's hand suddenly transformed into an insect, and with a tearing sound, it ripped the wrinkled clothes apart, revealing a blue-black military-style coat that completely enveloped the male insect.
Celt decisively picked up Hill and left the completely dilapidated room. His military boots pounded on the ground. The storm raged in the corridor as always. The female soldier's body was so reliable that no storm swept over the vulnerable male.
Celt placed the male insect on the bed in another room. His body was pale and beautiful, but it was too cold and devoid of warmth. The powerful female insect enveloped him.
A barrage of passionate licks and kisses descended upon him, leaving Hill limp and powerless on the bed, letting the heat envelop him like an unresponsive corpse.
Celtic kissed his eyes, the tip of his nose, and then sucked on his Adam's apple, leaving deep kisses on the side of his neck until they completely covered the faint marks Albert had left.
Then his chest, lower abdomen, arms, palms, every inch of his body was marked with intense possessiveness, leaving glaring marks, all the way to the place where Albert's aura was strongest.
Celt knew Hill's triggers and how he would react to certain actions, so he quickly induced Hill's reaction. This time, Hill's reaction came even later, but that didn't matter. Celt used all his strength and methods.
The male insect, which had been completely unresponsive, finally showed some signs after the intense stimulation. His waist slowly tensed up and he stopped, but it was still not the reaction the female insect wanted.
"......."
Hill opened his mouth as if to say something, but could not utter a word. He could not stand up, but Celtic’s frantic service gave him another form of relief.
A pale yellow liquid dripped onto the edge of the bed, the strong female insect pheromones finally masking the original scent.
But this is far from the end; it's not enough, far from enough—
Celt sat on him, his strong limbs supporting him, not putting his weight on Hill. His eyes were filled with overwhelming longing and inexplicable emotions.
Even though Hill didn't react at all, Celtic continued his actions, even becoming more ferocious.
The warmth seemed to slowly bring Hill back to her senses, and a warm tear unconsciously slid down her azure eyes.
A burning hot hand caressed Hill's pale face, almost cupping his entire face in its palm, with its thumb pressed against the edge of Hill's crimson lips, as if it would silence him if his answer did not meet its expectations.
Celtic's voice was low and deep: "Did he treat you like that too?"
He kisses every inch of your flesh and bone, and even after discovering that you cannot give the female insect what she wants, he still does not give up, until he gets the result that is contrary to his wishes.
Tears, whether physical or emotional, streamed from Hill's azure eyes, continuously wetting the female insect's hand and gathering into a small puddle in his palm.
He lay on the bed, embraced by Celtic's full body heat, a faint smile slowly creeping onto his lips. His voice was soft, and he raised his hand as if seeking redemption.
"Didn't you say you regretted it and wanted to make it up to me?" The male insect's voice carried a seductive tone.
He raised a pale hand, but he had no strength, and the hand seemed about to fall. Before it fell, Celtic grasped his hand, squeezed it into his palm, and pressed it against his own violently heaving heart.
Hill once loved Celt's chest the most, where a vibrant heart resided, brimming with unparalleled vitality.
The male insect opened and closed its lips, uttering whispers like a lover's murmur: "Go and kill Albert for me; he has discovered my secret."
"He betrayed my heart."
His tears fell in torrents, wetting the female insect's burning palm. As if he had truly been betrayed by a female insect, Celt suddenly tightened his grip.
Author's Note:
Baby Hill, yearning for love, will surely possess the most intense love in the world. [Poor thing]
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