Page 10 of Slithery Heat

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DELIVERY

His womb spasmed again as Siurin caressed his stomach with a tentacle.

“You’re going into labor,” Siurin announced excitedly. The next moment, Gideon was airborne. The alien carried him to the bedroom. Using his many limbs, he spread a waterproof blanket over the bed while holding Gideon cradled to his torso. Siurin pulled out a large transparent container from underneath the bed. A clear, oily substance sloshed inside when he moved it. He left it unopened by the bed and climbed onto the mattress with Gideon.

Gideon’s insides tightened again. This time, it felt a little unpleasant. Would he be in pain after all? That wasn’t what the doctors at the clinic had said. The delivery was supposed to feel nice.

“Siurin? Will it hurt?”

“No, my precious vessel. Not at all.”

The alien rearranged Gideon’s body into a wide crouch, supporting his thighs and lower back. Warm tentacles encircled Gideon’s shoulders and torso until he was resting as if in the most comfortable armchair. He could feel another cramp coming, but before he could tense up, a few tentacles prodded his hole and burrowed inside him. A moan escaped him. When his womb was about to tighten, the tentacles pressed against the swollen mouth and pushed on his inner walls. Blissful tingles accompanied the next contraction.

No, he wouldn’t be in pain.

He groaned happily, and a mindless smile stretched his lips. The tentacles inside him began pumping and swirling, stretching his hole. One spiraled around his now hard cock and stroked it. The contractions came and went, and Siurin fucked him through them. Every spasm got more intense, making Gideon’s insides clutch the alien limbs in the most delicious way. How many were they? Five? Six?

“I can’t resist you when you’re like this,” Siurin said.

He pulled on Gideon’s rim, stretching him wide open, and then the distinct shape of his cock pushed inside Gideon’s hole while some of the tentacles slithered out.

The head must have opened, and the petals made love to the protruding mouth of Gideon’s womb as it dilated ever so slowly. The sensation was absolutely mind-blowing. With the next contraction, Gideon came on a keening cry.

“Oh yes. You bring me so much pleasure. We’ll do this until your birthing channel expands. Squeeze me tight, my frail, little human, and I’ll make you come.”

With each contraction, Siurin made his weird happy sounds and praised Gideon for gripping his cock with his cramping hole. For Gideon, the fucking felt like absolute heaven on Earth. Siurin was doing something deep inside him with the extra tentacles stuffed in alongside his cock. Was he just checking the dilation or actively stretching the mouth to Gideon’s womb? Whatever he was doing, it felt incredible.

The eggs had grown to twice their initial size. The channel to Gideon’s womb would have to widen to accommodate around three inches. But judging by how he felt now, Gideon needn’t worry. He moaned and groaned as orgasms fizzled through him with every contraction.

“You’re so tiny and frail yet so strong. You’re making me climax, my precious. One more time. Oh, so sweet. Squeeze me tight.”

He felt Siurin’s cum douse the mouth of his womb. It was cool and creamy, like a balm. When Siurin pulled his cock out, he promptly replaced it with more tentacles.

“When you feel the need to push, don’t fight it. Let it happen.”

“How… Aah. How wide?” Gideon managed before another contraction stole his breath. The orgasmic sensations spread down his legs.

“More than two inches. I can feel the first egg poised at the passage.”

The urge came only a couple of contractions later. Grunting, Gideon gave in to it and pushed. The egg pressed onto the mouth of his womb from the inside, and he cried out with senseless happiness. That was so…satisfying. Like scratching an itch he hadn’t known how to reach, but now he could. He wrapped his hands around a couple of Siurin’s limbs for support, bracing himself before he eagerly pushed again.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!”

Siurin’s tentacles still fucked his hole, but shallowly now. When he pushed the third time, pleasure burst from the passage to his womb. Another contraction came immediately after the swift climax abated.

“Yes!” Gideon shouted and pushed hard.

A firm, girthy object moved down, stretching his insides.

“Fuck yes! Yesss! Aaah!”

He felt like he could fly, which was ridiculous since his stomach weighed a ton. For a few heartbeats, he waited, just savoring how the egg was stuck halfway down, precisely where he was most sensitive. His entire lower body buzzed, and the nerve endings surrounding his hole crackled.

Then the urge to push rose anew, and he couldn’t keep it in however much he wanted to prolong the moment. On a guttural wail, he bore down.

Siurin’s tentacles spilled out of him, doused in cum and slick. The egg followed, sliding out easily.

“Oh my God. Oh! Oooh!”

His hole clenched and pulsated helplessly in the aftermath.

He stared under himself at the innocent round object. The outer layer was transparent and oily with what must have been Gideon’s slick and the remnants of the nurturing liquid. Underneath the protective soft layer was a silvery shell, shimmering in the daylight.

So pretty.

A few tentacles circled the egg, creating a small nest. Gideon didn’t have much time to marvel at it before a contraction made him throw his head back and push hard. He didn’t need penetration anymore to keep the pain away. With every push, the second egg moved lower, the pressure so satisfying that he couldn’t tell whether he was coming or not. The entire process was ecstasy interspersed with bolts of mindless euphoria.

“You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect, my precious. You like it, don’t you? Yes, you like it a lot.”

After it passed through the tight channel to Gideon’s womb, the egg slid out faster than the first one, sending Gideon’s hole aflutter. He groaned and shivered through the waves of pleasure and immediately pushed again.

When five eggs were out, he was panting. He might need a break, but how? As soon as one egg passed through, his body yelled at him to push and push and push.

But Siurin was there, holding him, taking care of him, and apparently, reading his mind.

After the sixth egg plopped out, he was still orgasming when thick limbs pushed up his hole, effectively plugging him closed. They reached all the way to the dilated passage, pressing up, keeping the remaining eggs from sinking lower.

“Rest, my precious. Breathe.”

Gideon sighed with relief. He was impaled on a fucking traffic cone, but it gave him the pause he so desperately needed.

A contraction threatened to disturb the moment of tranquility, but Siurin thrust up, and the urge to push didn’t come.

Closing his eyes, Gideon breathed, sweat cooling on his body. He felt movement on the bed, then heard some rustling and the soft click of a lock.

“What are you doing?” he asked, not bothering to look.

“I’m putting the eggs into the protective pod.”

“Oh. Good.”

His heartbeat was returning to normal, and the prospect of pushing out the remaining six eggs made him excited.

“I think I’m okay.”

“We can pause again whenever, just tell me.”

“I will. I’m ready now.”

Siurin slowly pulled out the thick tentacles, and Gideon moaned with the change of pressure. When he pushed the next time, he realized he was grinning.

He fucking loved this.

He didn’t need another break. The eggs came faster, gliding out with barely any effort on his side, gifting his body with the most rewarding sexual experience of his life. He almost felt sad to feel the twelfth one sink and slide, making his hole clench on empty air after it popped out.

His stomach looked like a deflated balloon, and his insides yawned. Smooth goo oozed out of him onto the bed while Siurin still held him in the surprisingly comfortable crouch.

What now?

It took mere seconds for Siurin to place the eggs into the pod and close it. He simply shoved the pod under the bed.

“Will they be okay?” Gideon asked. There were little babies inside those eggs, right?

“Of course,” Siurin assured him.

Then, a buzzing came from underneath the bed. It sounded like an elevator arriving.

“What’s that?”

“There is an automatic door in the floor. I pressed the deploy button. The pod is being transported through a tunnel to the clinic’s laboratories. The eggs will be cleaned and examined, and Tituan will be able to take them home, where they will hatch within twenty-four hours.”

As he spoke, Siurin lowered Gideon into a nest of his tentacles and began softly kneading his body. Relaxed and less tired than he’d expected to be, Gideon let himself be massaged and petted.

Siurin pulled a tube of cream from somewhere, squeezed some out, and rubbed Gideon’s stomach with it. It looked bloated, far from normal, but that was understandable.

“Gideon. I have a question. A favor to ask. It is not a part of our contract.”

Mellow, Gideon hummed. “Ask away.” He couldn’t imagine Siurin would ask for anything Gideon wouldn’t happily agree to. Nothing bothered him.

“Can I penetrate you now?”

Gideon froze. “Now? You want to have sex, now ?”

“Your womb is still stretched and open, less tender after carrying the eggs. I’ll be able to sheath my entire ovipositor inside you to its root, in its natural length. I’ve never experienced that, and the idea entices me very much. However, you have just laid twelve eggs, and I understand you might feel tired.”

Was the alien out of his mind? He wanted to fuck after all of that!?

On the other hand… He’d push his humongous cock into Gideon to the root . While Gideon was carved out and loose from all those eggs… He could get fucked all the way into his womb. How would it feel to be possessed so completely?

Huh.

Maybe… There wasn’t really anything more extreme he could try, was there?

“Gideon?”

“If I feel sore or tired, you will stop?”

“Of course.”

“Okay. We can try.”

Tenderly, he was rolled onto his stomach, which felt like a sagged cushion. Siurin pushed his legs open wide and elevated his lower body while he petted his balls and crease.

Gideon was exceedingly wet from his labor and felt like he was made of rubber when the girthy dick began burrowing inside him. Everything down there was loose and slippery.

“Oh, my precious. Your body feels lovely right now. So very soft. So welcoming.”

With a steady movement, Siurin glided deeper and deeper. A small pause, a few breaths, and deeper still. Gideon’s body gave no resistance whatsoever. When the thick head pushed through the channel to his womb, he merely sighed. That was nice. He didn’t think he had any orgasms left in him, but it was pleasant. Like a massage but on the inside.

“May I continue?” Siurin asked, his words accompanied by his distinct happy sounds.

“Yes.”

Oh yeah.

The cock filled Gideon’s open womb, distorting his stomach anew. How long was it? Thirteen inches? Was that possible? A slight pressure up his ribcage—Lord, he was full . Then he felt the alien’s warm skin on his ass cheeks.

“Gideon.”

Just his name and a barrage of clicking sounds.

Staying sheathed inside him, Siurin wrapped himself all around Gideon, his tentacles covering every inch of Gideon’s skin. His mouth pressed to a tender spot under Gideon’s ear.

“This is the happiest moment of my life, my precious. Thank you.”

He began rocking and writhing, slithering his long limbs all over Gideon’s body while his cock tenderly pumped into Gideon’s hollow ass, making his belly bulge rhythmically.

Siurin was everywhere . Gideon felt like one huge hole, just a thin layer of flesh around Siurin’s all-mighty dick. The slow, lazy thrusts became firm fucks, and Gideon’s body responded.

After everything, he was still aroused.

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’s open 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.