Page 8 of Slithery Heat

Tingles spread around Gideon’s middle when Siurin came inside him. His dick plopped out, but a thick tentacle promptly replaced it, and Gideon was lowered onto the sofa.

Pleasure still simmered in his belly, even in his arms and legs, and his hole clenched gratefully around the tangle of tentacles filling him up.

Another dose of the creamy liquid filled his mouth, and he swallowed before the tentacle that had fed him slipped out.

“My release is beneficial for you,” Siurin said quietly. “It is also known to have an aphrodisiac effect on humans.”

“I like it. Thank you.” Miraculously, he could speak.

“Do you want more? If I feed you regularly, you won’t need the artificial supplements the clinic provides.”

“Is it pleasant for you?”

“Yes. Very much indeed. I have four feeding tentacles. They are sensitive to touch, and it’s very satisfying for me when they release. The urge to feed my surrogate is intertwined with my sexual arousal.”

“Then please, give me more.”

A tentacle appeared in front of Gideon’s mouth, and he sucked it in. He wriggled his hands, still tightly bound in Siurin’s many appendages.

“My apologies,” Siurin muttered when he loosened the loops.

Gideon wrapped his hands around the tentacle in his mouth and stroked it.

“That’s lovely. Very good. Thank you.” Siurin sounded breathy, soft clicking accompanying his words. Gideon had by now learned that the sound meant the alien was feeling very good indeed. Siurin began rocking Gideon, the tentacles up Gideon’s hole pumping and causing him to close his eyes.

Gideon sucked the feeding limb until it thrust deeper into his throat. He hummed, letting Siurin know he enjoyed it. Soon, Siurin caught on and was throat-fucking him.

“This is very pleasant. I’ll fill you now.”

Gideon swallowed, and his ass tightened with a sequence of aftershocks. Tired, he closed his eyes and let the tentacle slide out of his mouth.

“Your scent is lessening in intensity,” Siurin said after a long moment of silence. “Do you want me to remove the knot?”

“Slowly?”

“Of course.”

One by one, the tentacles uncoiled and glided out of him. He blinked his eyes open just as the last few black limbs retracted into Siurin’s torso.

Poised above Gideon, with his dick out of view, Siurin looked fully human, as if Gideon had dreamed up the heat wave. And yet…a gallon of alien cum and his own slick seemed to be leaking out of his stretched ass—certain proof that nothing had been a dream.

3

TECHNICALITIES

The human was strange. He didn’t act the way Siurin was used to from his previous conquests. Maybe it was the heat? But he’d fucked omegas in heat before—without putting his eggs inside them—and they had been nothing like Gideon.

First, there was his scent. All human omegas smelled pleasant, but Gideon’s perfume was disturbingly powerful. It made Siurin lose his focus, and he didn’t like that. He loved the scent and taste, but sometimes he wished he could purge it from the room for a few hours so he could breathe without the constant tension in his core. Together with Gideon’s enticing, fragile looks, it was most distracting.

The second difference lay in the omega’s eyes. He looked straight at Siurin, curious and unafraid. Siurin had tried to remain in his human form as much as possible. Every source he’d read confirmed that it was the way to make human omegas most at ease. But the longer he spent with Gideon, the more he doubted if that was true for everyone.

The third and most distressing thing that made Gideon unique was his questions.

“Do you like staying in human form?”

“I don’t dislike it.”

“Let me rephrase. I work in retail, right? That means I need to dress in a certain way. A customer comes to the store looking for a nice outfit, so I can’t meet them looking like a slob. The things I wear are often uncomfortable, though. I’ve spent far too many hours in tight jeans, itchy tops, and high-platform shoes.” Siurin listened, confused as to how that related to Gideon’s previous question. “So when I come home, the first thing I do is change into sweats and a T-shirt. I imagine it must be the same for you.”

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