Page 4 of Slithery Heat

Did he want to back out?

Could he?

The tip wriggled against his closed rim.

Then it surged inside him, glided out…and slid back in.

“Ooooh. Oh! Ohh…m-my God!”

Not backing out. No way!

Like a little slut, Gideon pushed his ass out and spread his thighs wider, chasing the most glorious feeling in the world. The slippery, nimble muscle seemed to be made to massage all his sweet spots while at the same time finding new ones. It coiled and extended, bending in strange angles, stretching him on the inside while sliding in and out of him… This felt better than any alpha cock he’d ever ridden! Gideon’s eyes rolled back into his head as overwhelming pleasure engulfed his lower body.

“I’m… I’m… Aaaaah!”

He was about to warn Siurin, but the orgasm hit him too fast.

His hole clenched like crazy, his cock spitting cum on the glass in three spurts.

Siurin made a low sound, distinctly inhuman, almost like a dolphin snickering or something. He latched on to Gideon’s pulsating pucker, and his tongue began moving faster, shuttling in and out of Gideon’s loose hole like a thick, meaty whip. He sucked and slurped the excess of fresh slick. Gideon’s climax intensified, making him twitch and shake, and still, the slippery tongue coiled and writhed inside him. His knees buckled, and he wailed.

“Aaaaah! Ssstop!”

He would have fallen on his ass, but luckily, Siurin stood up and caught him in his arms.

“Was it not pleasant?” he asked, sounding worried.

“Uh. Yes.” Gideon struggled to find words while his asshole kept clenching on emptiness. Any words. “Very…pleasant. Just a bit too much. Intense.”

“My apologies, I got carried away. I enjoyed your release. I’ve had many omegas, but you taste better than any of them. Your taste makes me want to penetrate you.”

It took Gideon a moment to decipher Siurin’s meaning. When his brain got online again, he said, “You can fuck me. I want it.”

“Thank you. You’re very kind.”

Gideon giggled at the polite reply. “You’re very welcome. Where do you want me?”

“On the sofa? You might need to lie down.”

“Uh-huh. Good call.”

The alien guided him to the sofa, cleverly covered with what seemed to be a waterproof blanket, and Gideon plonked down onto it.

Siurin undid his jeans.

“My mating organ is different from a human’s. I can make it look human, but that dampens my pleasure during intercourse. Will you accept it in its natural shape?”

“I think I can take it.” He’d seen some alien dicks in porn. He didn’t like porn in general because of how the omegas were often treated, but this time, he’d thought he needed to prepare himself. He’d watched a Vaellian fuck a couple of human omegas with his black, oily appendage. It looked weird as hell, but the omegas in the porn flick had come all over themselves. In fact, watching it had made Gideon so intrigued he’d taken especially long in the shower that evening.

Taking a deep breath, Gideon put his feet on the edge of the sofa and offered himself to Siurin. He was loose and open after the wild orgasm, his mind pleasantly hazy.

The alien smiled and shoved his pants down.

Holy…wow!

That was bigger than the one in the porn.

And it moved. Independently. It bobbed in the air, curved up, then lengthened and shrank again as if searching for a hole to fuck.

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