Page 17 of Slithery Heat

Shaking his head, Gideon chuckled, then grabbed his belly with a gasp when his womb tightened.

“Laughing is not allowed either,” he muttered to himself. “Good to know.”

It took a while, but he managed to empty his bladder. He wanted to flush, but the attempt to turn and reach for the handle sent another flurry of tingles through his middle.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” He gritted his teeth as he flushed the toilet. He shivered through the strange sensations, breathing deeply as water gurgled under his butt.

“Siurin,” he called. “Can you help me?”

Siurin immediately opened the door. He must have been waiting right in front of the bathroom.

“Is taking a shower too complicated right now?” Gideon asked.

The alien bowed like a high society butler, and his tentacles shot out toward Gideon. “Of course not,” he said pleasantly as he lifted Gideon and smoothly moved him into the large open shower stall. “Warm water will relax you.”

It felt like levitating. Using his nimble limbs, Siurin washed Gideon while holding him suspended in a sitting position. He didn’t make a single movement too hasty to disturb Gideon’s tender womb.

Clean and dry,with his teeth brushed, Gideon rested on the bed while Siurin stroked his stomach.

“Do you have any questions about the fertilization?”

Gideon was trying not to think about it too much. Not because he was afraid, but because he was worried of becoming afraid when he wanted to enjoy it.

“Do you know the guy?” he asked.

“Your fertilizing partner’s name is Tituan. I didn’t know him before the joint appointment we had at the clinic, but I found him perfectly agreeable. He’s a respected member of the Vaellian community, and his family is keen for him to produce progeny. He’s fifty-three years old and reasonably wealthy. He’ll be able to provide his young with a good education once they come out of water.”

It was so bizarre. Gideon knew that the Vaellians spent the first few years of their lives underwater. Now he carried eggs that would become living beings, swimming in someone’s pool until they reached bodily maturity and learned to change forms. He felt a little proud of himself. He patted his belly, imagining the future little Vaellian babies floating around like octopi.

“I can smell your heat wave coming. It will begin within the hour. I should feed you, then I will call Tituan. He is already in the building.”

For a moment, Gideon thought Siurin would get up and cook for him. But then a dark tentacle appeared in front of his face and tapped his lips.

Oh yeah.That was much easier.

He eagerly opened his mouth and sucked. Siurin transformed, wrapping his limbs around him, and began subtly rocking him. With the slow, gentle movement, sweet currents of pleasure swirled around Gideon’s full womb.

He gulped the release, savoring the taste, and accepted another tentacle. Siurin made soft little clucking noises as he gave Gideon his feeding limbs one after another. Feeling slutty but not enough to be ashamed, Gideon sucked them off like cocks, putting on a bit of a show for the alien and eagerly opening up for deeper throat-fucking. He even moaned. Siurin did say that the act brought him pleasure, didn’t he? Judging by the sounds he was making, he was indeed enjoying himself a lot.

“Do you find the feeding arousing too?” Siurin asked when he slowly slid the fourth bulbous tip across Gideon’s wet lips.

“Yep.”

Gideon traced the tentacle with the tip of his tongue. Siurin’s eyes darkened, the whites of his eyeballs flooding with black ink. He rubbed the flat of Gideon’s tongue with the appendage, and Gideon opened his mouth wide, his eyelids drooping. He let out another moan. God, he was such a slut. The shame only made him want it more.

Siurin thrust teasingly and withdrew, observing Gideon’s reaction.

Licking his lips, Gideon gazed right back at him. He found the alien even more handsome like this. Siurin’s natural form made him seem powerful, almost godlike.

“You can thrust deeper. Make me gag.”

“I wouldn’t want to make you vomit.”

Gideon grinned. “You won’t. Fuck my throat like a hole. Do it.”

Suddenly, Siurin seemed to grow before him. The feeding tentacle pushed into his mouth and throat while loops of warm muscle tightened around his arms and torso. Then Siurin began to thrust, smoothly fucking Gideon’s throat. Gideon struggled to breathe through his nostrils, but his heat-muddled mind loved it. One tentacle spiraled around his throat, and he reminded himself of the eggs in his womb. All the ways he was being used and filled… And soon, another alien would penetrate him and use him and fill him…

When the feeding limb reached Gideon’s esophagus, Siurin came. Or did it feel like an orgasm for him? Gideon swallowed compulsively around the invasion in his throat while the liquid poured into him. Siurin slowly withdrew, and Gideon pulled in much-needed air.

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