Page 20 of Slithery Heat

6

ASLEEP

Siurin had educated himself thoroughly before this event. It didn’t faze him that the frail human got exhausted after the successful fertilization. What surprised him were his own irrational feelings. Was it because he didn’t get a release during the fertilization? But no. The subtle ache in his ovipositor didn’t bother him all that much.

He was worried about Gideon.

When the heat wave ended, he couldn’t wait for Tituan to leave. It irritated him that the other Vaellian wanted to talk about their shared experience as if Gideon weren’t there, curled up on his side, a knot of Siurin’s tentacles keeping him full.

“He needs to sleep,” Siurin said politely, hoping Tituan would take the hint.

“The surrogate is unconscious. He won’t wake up.” Tituan made himself at home on the bed, carelessly moving Gideon’s arm out of the way. “He’s very small, and his insides are narrow and tight. He was expensive, but I don’t regret the investment. Have you been enjoying the heat so far?”

The casual question made Siurin angry. “Yes. But I don’t enjoy conversing about Gideon in this manner while he’shelpless. If you want to rest, I believe the clinic has a room available for you.”

Finally, Tituan understood. He rose and bid Siurin goodbye before retreating into the living room. A short while later, the door to the suite opened and closed.

After Tituan left, Siurin could focus only on Gideon. He adjusted a few tentacles under Gideon’s neck, stomach, and legs, and used four others to cover him, keeping him warm. He listened to the omega’s soft breaths and measured his pulse as it thrummed through those narrow wrists. Gideon looked almost dead in his stillness, his heart rate slower than ever. Was such deep sleep normal for him? His pheromones indicated that he still needed a knot, but they were waning. Siurin pulled one thin tentacle out to lessen the pressure on his pleasure spots. Using another limb, he reached for one of the towels stacked in the dresser. He spread the towel by Gideon’s thighs to catch any liquid that might leak out.

As the scent of the heat wave weakened, Siurin gradually retreated from Gideon’s ass. Gideon’s rim slackened, a blend of oily substances pouring out onto the towel. His hole was now stretched, preparing for labor.

When an omega surrogate receives Vaellian eggs into his womb during heat, his organs are stimulated the same way as if he were getting impregnated. Such sexual gratification otherwise only comes from conception. His uterus experiences a so-called shock pregnancy—initially overstimulated, it accommodates the eggs and sends signals to the surrogate’s brain similar to those during late pregnancy. However, the surrogate’s own reproductive cells do not get fertilized. On a hormonal level, the surrogate is simultaneously heavily pregnant and craving to be impregnated, thus superbly receptive to the deep penetration needed for egg nurturing.

Siurin had studied theGuide to Successful Gene Propagationwith fascination before applying at the clinic. He could quote some parts verbatim. Omegas were truly ideal both as sexual partners and surrogates. No wonder Vaellians chose them among all the species in the vast universe. They were so flexible and hospitable, capable of receiving endless amounts of pleasure, enticingly frail yet resilient at the same time. And fragrant too. Gideon smelled especially sweet now, the lovely scent getting even better as the heat progressed.

Distracted by his own thoughts, Siurin stroked Gideon’s limbs and torso without having given his tentacles permission to do so. He froze when he realized. But since Gideon didn’t stir, Siurin continued the gentle petting. It calmed him.

He hadn’t paid attention to the time, so he didn’t know exactly how long Gideon had slept for. Maybe three hours? The pheromones rose from his skin, announcing another heat wave.

So soon? It smelled weaker than the previous one—Gideon didn’t even wake up fully. He only whimpered, squirming in Siurin’s hold. Should Siurin rouse him? He didn’t have to. The guide said to keep pleasuring the omega according to his body’s needs and let his mind rest.

Gideon moaned, pushing his ass out and wordlessly asking for a fuck. Siurin’s ovipositor rose, skin itching for contact, the petals at the tip quivering. Yes, it was a heat wave, and Gideon needed care. Siurin used his tentacles to lift Gideon’s leg and part his ass cheeks. He guided his ovipositor into Gideon’s hole and waited to see if it would tighten in protest, but the soft, slippery insides welcomed the fullness. Gideon hummed happily.

Siurin wouldn’t fuck Gideon’s womb this time. The heat wave was mild, and the eggs didn’t yet require sustenance. Since Gideon didn’t seem to need it, full penetration would be for Siurin’s enjoyment only, and he couldn’t do that. He savoredthe simple pleasure of moving his organ inside the welcoming warmth. Gideon’s insides shivered, and his cock released fragrant semen. He was coming in his sleep.

Spooning his surrogate, Siurin fucked him as gently as ever. He wouldn’t have thoughthe’d enjoy such quiet, tame coupling, but he did. Thoroughly. He stroked Gideon’s stomach, feeling the eggs move with each thrust. When the tip of Siurin’s cock opened, ready to release, it hugged the protruding mouth to Gideon’s womb. In response, Gideon’s insides convulsed in a powerful climax, and Siurin sighed, blissful sensations engulfing his core.

Gideon whined when Siurin retracted his ovipositor, so he swiftly replaced it with a knot made of tentacles.

“Do you feel well?” Siurin asked in English, keeping his voice quiet.

But Gideon didn’t reply. He was drifting into a deeper sleep already. Siurin petted his big belly and once again wondered at the strange capacities of an omega’s fruitful body.

7

GESTATION

Gideon woke up curled in a circle of Siurin’s tentacles as if they were a nest. He peeled his eyes open to see the alien resting on his side, handling a tablet with four thin limbs. Tituan was nowhere to be seen.

Upon noticing that Gideon was awake, Siurin smiled.

“You’ve slept for many hours. You must eat.”

He put the tablet aside and promptly offered Gideon a feeding tentacle. Gideon closed his eyes and sucked. He wasn’t particularly hungry but felt weak and tired. Nutrition would surely help.

He sensed the size of his belly but was a little afraid to touch it or even look at it. When a tender tentacle slithered over the stretched skin around his middle, he shivered but kept sucking. The act soothed him.

“You are so very beautiful. So tiny, but your stomach is big and round. The sight arouses me. I will enjoy fucking you very much when your next heat wave comes.”

---