Page 28 of Slithery Heat

I’m such a slut.

He had just given birth, dammit! And here he was, getting fucked anew, dicked so deep he felt pressure up his torso. Impaled. Gutted. Carved the fuck out.

And he liked it.

He fucking loved it.

He would come again.

A crazed laugh escaped him, turning into a loud moan.

“You’re a gift, my beautiful. Will you climax? Just for me?”

No. This wasn’t in the contract. This was just for them. A little bonus.

But the way Siurin held him, owning him, fucking him so deep it defied basic rules of anatomy…

Did it mean…?

Gideon didn’t finish that thought.

He came instead, his insides fluttering around the monstrous girth of the alien’s appendage. His hole clenched while Siurin’sopen cockhead made love to his womb, kissing its walls over and over.

When he thought he couldn’t possibly find one more way to enjoy this, Siurin gripped him tight, and his dick jerked in a staccato rhythm. Gideon wailed, vibrating all over.

Siurin bathed Gideon’s stretched-out womb with his cum but didn’t pull out. He lay still, holding Gideon in a cluster of tentacles, and kissed Gideon’s neck.

“One more minute, please,” he said quietly.

“Yeah.”

However long he wanted.

Ever so slowly, Gideon began feeling overfull and too warm, but he didn’t say anything. He remained unmoving. He could take it for a few more minutes. It wasn’t so bad—not bad at all.

When Siurin withdrew on a soft clucking sound, Gideon felt a little bereft. His body deflated, the hollows inside him folding in on themselves. He sighed with gratitude when Siurin offered him a feeding tentacle. He wasn’t ready to sever the bond between them.

10

AFTERCARE

The little human was healing too fast. Siurin caught himself wishing the omega would be more tired and helpless so Siurin could take care of him some more.

What an abominable, selfish thought!

Gideon had made it through his heat without any complications whatsoever and given birth to twelve large eggs. He’d been amazing—patient, brave, and wonderfully sensual. He deserved Siurin’s gratitude and utmost respect.

The sweet suction around Siurin’s feeding tentacle intensified. Gideon didn’t like being penetrated now—he was recovering—but he enjoyed other types of stimulation. Gazing at the omega’s pretty face and how his plush lips stretched around the girth of Siurin’s feeding appendage, Siurin reached down to the omega’s groin. He used his limbs to knead Gideon’s balls and stroke his cock while he circled the closed little opening between Gideon’s ass cheeks.

That incredible place. So tiny and innocent. But it had stretched and opened so wide that Siurin could stuff his entire ovipositor inside. He’d never known such pleasure.

Siurin had been highly sexually active for the past ten years or so. Humans were ridiculously eager and easy to seduce, sowhat was he to do on Saturday evenings? Sit alone in his apartment and answer emails? He’d fucked dozens of omegas. Sometimes several at the same time—he had the equipment for it, after all.

Gideon was different.

He smelled and tasted differently. But he also looked at Siurin as if he truly saw him. It was the most fascinating thing. Siurin wasn’t used to experiencing anything other than physical connection with his sexual partners. Most omegas looked at his human form with the hazy gaze of mindless arousal. They didn’t see the real him. They didn’t want to. When he transformed, some looked at him with aroused fear, and others closed their eyes and lost themselves in pleasure. But they didn’t care about who he was and what he thought. They just wanted the unusual stimulation a human alpha couldn’t provide.

Gideon did care. He asked questions and gazed at Siurin like he truly wanted to know him.

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