Page 11 of Slithery Heat

“Please, fuck me.”

Oh, such honest need. The desire in Gideon’s vulnerable eyes. Gorgeous.

Tightening his hold on Gideon’s arms and legs, Siurin positioned himself at the omega’s entrance. He inched inside slowly, watching Gideon’s face for clues. Gideon gasped at the pressure, then pulled in a deep breath when Siurin pushed the bud of his ovipositor inside. Siurin slid in deeper and was gratified to see Gideon’s lips curve up even as the omega moaned.

“Good?”

Gideon nodded, moaning again.

Even though Siurin couldn’t put his entire length into the small omega, the warm, slippery flesh stroked his moving dick in the most delicious way. Pleasure traveled into Siurin’s core and tingled along his feeding tentacles. He rubbed them over Gideon’s chest and nipples and teased Gideon’s lips with them.

“Can you…aah… Can…”

Gideon appeared overwhelmed. Siurin stilled his movements to let him speak.

“What do you wish, beautiful?”

“Use my holes. Fuck my mouth and my ass, hard. Please.”

Coming from the delicate, shy human, the request sounded wonderfully dirty. Irresistible.

Siurin let his tentacles spiral around Gideon’s arms to his shoulders, and he tightened his grip on his bent legs, spreading them so wide apart that Gideon’s position looked exceptionally lewd. Using his thickest limbs in the back to remain poised above the omega, he guided two of his feeding tentacles into Gideon’s mouth. He pulled it open just as he thrust deeper into Gideon’s hole.

Gideon groaned, his sound muffled by the two thinner tentacles exploring his mouth. His eyes shone with unbridled lust as he stared at Siurin. He was so willing, so trusting, and so horny.Helpless and weak, yet eager.What a treasure!

A pulse of raw desire made Siurin’s ovipositor expand in Gideon’s ass. Siurin fucked relentlessly, prodding at the sealed entrance to Gideon’s womb. It felt softer and engorged. The pressure in Siurin’s underbelly where the eggs grew was getting unpleasant. He would hopefully place them inside Gideon’s womb during the next wave. The idea was so arousing that a barrage of filthy promises left his mouth unchecked. Maybe it was lucky that Gideon couldn’t understand Vaellian. He’d wonder if Siurin was sane.

But Siurin would never endanger his surrogate. He’d take all this desire and pour it into Gideon and make him orgasm—violently and repeatedly. As much as possible. Pleasuring Gideon was satisfying on its own, and Siurin felt happier the more ecstatic the omega seemed.

When Gideon’s hole contracted with his peak, Siurin thrust one feeding tentacle into his throat. Gideon shuddered and shook in his restraints, his eyes rolling into his head and his hard cock spraying fragrant cum all over. The pressure in his mouth and throat must have enhanced his orgasm. Siurin released the nutrient into Gideon’s mouth, and the omega gulped and sucked compulsively, making Siurin’s feeding tentacle tingle with delight. He swiftly replaced it with another, savoring how Gideon eagerly sucked on the tip and opened wide for deeper throat-fucking. Gideon’s hole spasmed again, signaling another climax and one more immediately after that.

With many of his previous sex partners, Siurin had been in high control of his movements, shifting only partially or not at all. With Gideon, he relaxed into his natural form and let instincts drive him. His body seemed to wrap itself around the precious omega with just the right amount of firmness and tenderness, sweet sensations arising everywhere his skin touched Gideon’s.

The bud at the tip of his cock unfolded, the petals hugged the pulsating mouth to Gideon’s womb, and the surrogate all but vibrated in Siurin’s hold. Siurin fed him another dose of the nutritious liquid, and it dribbled from Gideon’s gaping mouth as he got lost in what seemed like complete ecstasy of body and mind. Siurin lowered himself so he was just a breath away from Gideon’s face, touching every inch of Gideon’s skin with twelve of his tentacles. He watched Gideon’s stretched lips and fluttering eyelids, mesmerized, while his ovipositor throbbed with a release, dousing Gideon’s closed womb. Pleasure swirled around the egg pouch in his underbelly, gratifying but frustrating too.

Soon. He would put them inside Gideon soon. He could only imagine the relief—he’d never done it before, but instinct told him it would be immense.

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OVIPOSITION

From the Guide to Successful Gene Propagation, Titanoboa Clinic, January 2265. Loosely translated from Vaellian.

Even if the surrogate shows signs of changed awareness or loses consciousness entirely, continue the oviposition to your satisfaction. The loss of consciousness is not dangerous for the surrogate. Quite the opposite. The surrogates who are unable to loosen their inner organs enough to accept the offered number of eggs will relax sufficiently while insentient. At no point during the oviposition will the omega experience pain. Your enjoyment during the oviposition won’t be negatively affected by the omega’s diminished cognitive capacities. When a human omega’s womb is penetrated during heat, his brain is steered solely by his basic mating urge. He orgasms even in his sleep, and his frequently contracting inner muscles will provide you with the same pleasurable stimulation as if he were cognizant.

Gideon restedin the hot tub while Siurin was doing something inside the room on a large tablet. From what Gideon had beenable to comprehend, the alien owned an IT company and had to attend meetings at odd hours with coworkers from different time zones. He’d assured Gideon that he’d always be available for him and that Gideon’s heat was a priority so Gideon wasn’t worrying about it.

The air was cool late in the evening. The hot tub bubbling cycle had stopped, and Gideon stretched his legs. He took a sip of the lemonade he’d been drinking. It felt like a vacation except with sex on tap while he was getting paid an obscene amount of money for his services. He grinned, feeling unreasonably smug. On top of that, his alien seemed to be quite the gentleman. Gideon was tentatively looking forward to the next step—eggs.

Rubbing his belly idly, he drank the lemonade. With how the suite was oriented and the terrace screened, he couldn’t see the other rooms, but he knew there were many. The clinic’s parking garage had been almost full when he’d arrived. How many clients were currently in the building? How many were fuckingright then? Wasn’t it fascinating that humans and Vaellians had found such a convenient way to fulfill each other’s needs?

A sound from below made him pause.

Was that…? Oh yes. It was definitely a moan. The rooms were soundproofed because, obviously, people and aliens came here to breed wildly together. But out here on the terrace, it was plausible that he could hear other clients, especially if they left their balcony doors open.

Another moan, louder.

Gideon was about to get up and go back inside. It felt creepy to listen.

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