The darkness was warm.
Not the empty void of rest, but a living heat, pulsing against his skin, crawling through his blood with every sluggish beat of his heart. The cocoon held him like a lover—tight, suffocating, silk hardened to something almost flesh-like. It flexed when he breathed, squeezing just enough to remind him he belonged to it now. Every gasp was stolen through a hole slick with resin that tasted faintly sweet, dripping down his lips like nectar.
His limbs didn't move. He tried once—thought about pulling, thought about screaming—but the thought melted before it reached his muscles. The venom made sure of that. It had seeped so deep there was no line between him and the nest anymore. His veins sang with it, glowing under his skin like faint molten threads, every surge of heat running straight to his cock. That traitorous thing twitched even now, swelling against the resin sheath that cradled it, held it stiff like an offering.
