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Oliver is already eleven (he's only a year old, but who cares about human age standards?) and he's already a half-human adult, no matter what his mom says, who makes him eat vegetables for dinner and pick up his socks from the corners.
No, he's not a child anymore, and he knows a lot for his age. For example, he knows that humans are fragile and need to be careful not to kill them. He also knows that math at his stupid school is boring as hell, and that time on earth seems to pass strangely slowly for him. Most importantly, he knows that insects are officially the most amazing creatures on earth, and he would turn anyone's head who dared to disagree (except for his mother and Mark, but they're not allowed to say anything bad about his beloved earthly creations either).
Compared to humans, insects seemed like something special, cherished, or as others would say when they saw something that shook their souls to the core. Perhaps his biological mother's roots were making themselves known, as he was, after all, a half-insect, albeit with hidden purple antennae and a dangerous allergic reaction to the insecticides humans used to eliminate them. The second fact he learned by accident and through his own bitter experience, when he decided to eat a tomato from someone's garden and almost died, after which he became aware of his terrible intolerance. After that moment, he never ate anything from other people's gardens or orchards.
In fact, he remembers very well that since childhood, he has been drawn to beautiful creatures of various shapes and sizes, with many legs or six, with wings or without. There are so many of them that Oliver was amazed at how much he could collect just by visiting the garden behind his house, and he had the entire planet at his disposal! Mark even joked that he would soon turn into a beetle himself, so strong was his obsession with them almost from the moment he arrived on Earth, remember the intense excitement that still stirs him when he finds a new beetle or dragonfly, he also likes spiders and is considering asking his mother to buy him one, even though it's not an insect and even feeds on them, although he doesn't particularly like reptiles.
And now Oliver is sitting cross-legged on his bed, facing his jar, which is filled with beetles and long centipedes that are slightly larger than his hand. The boy is observing them with awe and trepidation, watching as they wriggle and crawl with their numerous thin legs, trying to find a way out but only encountering other creatures in this small space. His mother will scold him for bringing them back into the house, even though they were in a glass prison, but since he was alone in the house, he thinks he can sneak them back out into the garden without any consequences. After all, Mark and Eva are on a date until dinner, and his mother is at work and won't be back for at least four hours, so who's going to stop him from doing what he wants? He's an adult, and he has the right to do whatever he wants, even if it's a secret.
The sun is already starting to set a little, and it's not as hot as it was during the day. The window is slightly ajar, and the air conditioner in the room is cooling his skin, providing a pleasant sensation of coolness. He doesn't particularly enjoy hot weather, especially when it's so intense during the day, making him feel a bit sleepy. But now was the right time for him, and he could calmly do his own things, looking at the insects in the jar and making notes about which ones he had already seen and which ones were new to him, searching for their names and species on his phone, absorbing all the information he could about them, so that he could tell his family about what he had read and show them the photos he had taken.
Oliver fidgets in anticipation and slowly opens the jar, taking out a large black rhinoceros beetle, taking a photo and then examining it up close.
The beetle, in turn, wriggles in the boy's hands, trying to escape, but the two strong fingers, although gentle, hold the beetle's shell with a titanium grip, making it impossible to break free. The boy smiles and runs his fingertip over the beetle's armored abdomen, feeling its hardness and the way its tenacious legs touch his skin.
Yes, insects are truly amazing. He wonders what his biological mother would have felt like. Or the other inhabitants of his home planet. Would they have been like the beetles on Earth, or softer? Or perhaps harder? He regrets not knowing, but he can't dwell on it for long, not when the beautiful beetle is still writhing in his hand.
The boy smiles and puts it back in the jar, quickly, so that the rest doesn't escape, and with a single tug, he pulls out a long centipede that's writhing around his fingers and wrapping its numerous long limbs around his slender wrist, gently tickling his skin with its paws.
It was long, longer than any other he had found, and it easily wrapped itself around his hand, darting in different directions. Oliver was certain that if he let go, it would immediately rush free. He didn't want to admit it, but he found the scolopendras particularly captivating, with a strange allure that drew him in. Perhaps if he looked at his mother with the puppy-dog eyes that Mark had taught him to use as a means of getting what they wanted, she would let him keep another one in his terrarium in his room, where five more of the same nameless scolopendra lived to delight him every day with their beautiful sight.
Mark and his friend William even made fun of him for thinking that scolopendras were beautiful, and they even suggested that he hold a wedding ceremony with them to celebrate the "beautiful and pure union of one insect's love for another for the sake of peace on earth."
Usually, when someone said that, they were referring to a girl or a boy, or maybe both, and they were talking about their beauty, which was impossible to describe in words, and that when he grew up, even though he was already an adult, his perception of beauty would change significantly, and scolopendra would become something ordinary or even terrifying compared to bodies. But Oliver doesn't listen to them, because they're two jerks who were making out with him and his centipedes, and he hit them with a pillow, which turned into a real fight that spread throughout the house, and then they spent the whole evening cleaning up and watching a dinosaur movie.
But no matter how much Oliver wanted to deny it, he couldn't help but think about what they said later that night.
Could he marry an insect? Unfortunately, the internet didn't provide him with any answers, and he was frustrated and sleep-deprived, blaming his older brother and his friend for his troubles, which only reinforced their status as jerks, even if he loved them.
As he held another creature in his hands, his stomach felt strangely uneasy, and he continued to observe the flexible movements on his fingers.
Oliver carefully ran the tip of his nail along the inside of what should have been the belly, twitching at the pleasant sensation of touching the arthropod, which seemed to stir his inner organs.
Slowly, he lowered it, placing it carefully on his blanket near his legs, and watched in delight as the scolopendra stopped writhing and lay peacefully, occasionally moving its head in different directions. Oliver watches her in anticipation, almost holding his breath, afraid to make a sudden move so that she doesn't run away, even if he could catch her in the same second.
Slowly, the scolopendra began to move, and then quickly crawled up his leg, causing the boy to feel tickled and laugh as the many legs slid across the bare skin of his calf. The scolopendra continued its journey, wriggling its way up to the boy's chest, clinging to his T-shirt.
And why do so many people hate it when something crawls on them? It's so ticklish and pleasant! They didn't understand, really, what could be better than this feeling?
The arthropod crawls along his collarbone and then dives under the collar of his shirt, sliding across his bare chest and accidentally touching one of his nipples, causing Oliver to twitch strangely and arch his back slightly, taking a sharp breath.
Oh.
It was pleasant.
He pushed the top part aside with interest and looked at the scolopendra wriggling on his stomach, which was trying unsuccessfully to burrow into his navel, and was writhing and twisting like a snake that didn't know where to go.
The boy watched it for a while, feeling something in his stomach start to tighten a little more and become tense, making him think that maybe he shouldn't have eaten that sandwich that had been left in the refrigerator since yesterday morning.
When he was about to pick up the creature again and put it back in the terrarium with the others, the scolopendra suddenly jerked and crawled under his open-crotch gym shorts, hiding on the inside of his thigh and wriggling furiously against his underwear.
The touch caused a rush of heat to spread through his body, causing his ears to turn slightly red and his fingers to clench in response to the unexpected movement.
Oliver moved his legs, which were crossed, and adjusted them slightly, hoping that the sudden change would cause the scolopendra to jump out again, but when he did so, he felt a part of it sliding along the bare skin under his briefs, touching his penis with its long antennae and front legs.
A sigh escaped his mouth, and it sounded too loud to his own ears, causing him to cover his mouth with his hand in an attempt to contain the strange current that ran down his spine, leaving him with a short, ragged breath that caused his body to shake slightly.
Oliver isn't a child, but he knows what sex is, after all, Mark and Eve aren't as quiet as they seem, especially when his room is right next to his older brother's, and his window is always open. And there are plenty of strange sexual ads on the internet featuring naked girls and guys that he's never been interested in. He knows what arousal feels like, he's an adult, but... this is the first time he's felt it so strongly and vividly.
There's another languid sigh as the scolopendra fully enters his underpants, and due to the tightness and lack of escape options, it begins its search, wriggling and fully touching his penis, which, as Oliver notices, is slightly pulsating and standing, twitching with each wriggling movement around it.
The cotton fabric starts to get a little wet, and his stomach feels like he really, really needs to go to the bathroom, but the pleasure prevents him from doing anything but reading and relieving himself, even though he wants to do it more and more every time.
Despite the fact that Oliver was alone in the house, he still covered his mouth with one hand, but even that couldn't completely muffled his loud, high-pitched moans and labored breathing. His back arched as if it had a life of its own, and his hips thrust upward as if trying to find something, but only encountering the barrier of his clothes.
His free hand gripped the bedspread with force, and he didn't care if he accidentally tore it in the midst of his intense first-time arousal.
Suddenly, the scolopendra crawls across his wet head, writhing and scratching with its legs, and crawls down to the middle of his back.
Oliver continues to tremble, unable to focus on anything other than the fact that he wants more, that it's not enough, and that he needs it.
He lets go of the blanket and removes his hand from his mouth, only to open the jar with the rest of the beetles in one motion and lift his t-shirt by the bottom edges to his chin with the other hand, spilling them all onto his body.
Another loud moan escapes his throat as a multitude of delicate paws glide over his body simultaneously, tickling his aroused skin as it tries to spread out from the feeling of freedom.
Oliver grabs onto the fabric again as if it were an anchor when he suddenly feels something slippery and wet between his legs, and it pushes into him so much that he feels a cramping pain, and from this sensation he closes his eyes and lies completely on the pillow behind his back, as his body cannot fully hold him up.
The scolopendra continues to push, and out of the corner of his eye, Oliver thinks that it must be searching for a way out of this trap, trying to push deeper and deeper into him with each passing moment, wriggling and scratching against his inner walls, sliding its long, sinuous body millimeter by millimeter deeper into his body, and the boy feels his eyes begin to sting and water from the pain and overstimulation in his body, unsure of how long this blissful torment will last.
He feels her inside him, feels her crawling deeper into his anus, stretching his walls with her fresh, long body, writhing with force every time Oliver clenches in pain and shudders with each movement on his body. She wriggles inside him until she suddenly presses on something that makes the boy jump and arch his back with a crack, biting his lip to keep from screaming in pleasure at the touch.
It's pleasant, very pleasant, and he wants it to happen again, right in that spot. He didn't know that something in his butt could be so arousing and pleasurable, causing his legs to feel weak and his mind to become cloudy. So Oliver spreads his legs wider and relaxes his pelvic muscles, and YES, that's it, that's the push he needs, and he shivers again, feeling feverish, and moans, unable to contain the sound within himself.
It pulls and pulls and pulls deeper and deeper and at one point the boy sees white behind his closed eyes as a strong wave hits him all over, causing him to arch his back and let out the loudest, most obscene scream he could muster, and then collapse limply, unable to move, although his body was still shuddering and his cock was still throbbing, although it felt like it had almost come.
Everything is wet and sticky, and he's so hot and good that he can't help but think that he'll never feel this way again, but those thoughts are quickly interrupted when the scolopendra moves again, causing Oliver to shudder and lift himself up on his elbows to get a better look at what's happening between his legs.
Without shame, he takes off his wet shorts and underwear, throwing the insects off his body as he goes, so he can put them back in the jar later. He had more important things to do right now. Like the scolopendra that was half inside him right now, still writhing and gripping something inside him, making him squirm a little from the pleasant sensation, but his body had already survived everything it could a couple of minutes ago.
He carefully grabbed the tip of the scolopendra, which was still outside, and pulled it gently so as not to damage or tear it, feeling it move inside him in slow, back-and-forth motions. It was a strange feeling, like being in a toilet, but more pleasant and... alive?
As soon as he pulled the millipede out, he felt a slight emptiness inside his buttocks, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He collects the insects back, wiping the ashes off everything that was between his legs with his underwear, which he immediately puts in the wash along with his shorts, as he walks around the room collecting all the remaining slugs, and he carefully releases the scolopendra into the terrarium with the others, watching them for a while with a heart full of love.
Oliver gently strokes his stomach, humming a tune under his breath, as his small body still recovers from the orgasm.
He can't wait to be alone again.