Page 4 of Slithery Heat

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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.”

“I do change clothes in the evening, yes.”

For some reason, Gideon chuckled. “You don’t understand. It’s a relief for me to let go of the pretense, of the dress code and poise I need to maintain at work. I’m wondering if you feel similar relief when you can…um…let go of the human skin and be yourself, twenty limbs and all.”

“Oh. I’ve never thought of such a comparison. I don’t feel a strong relief in one form or the other. My skin is more sensitive when I’m in my natural form, so for sexual contact, I prefer it. But existing in other spaces is easier when I assume a more…compact shape. I’ve been doing it since I was a small child. For Vaellians born on Earth, their human form is second nature.”

“That’s nice, I guess. But if you ever want to, you know, stretch your tentacles, I’m fine with that. I don’t mind.”

“I’ll take that into consideration. Thank you.”

The human looked at Siurin with his sharp eyes.

“Do you have more questions?”

Again, Gideon’s lips twitched with a smile. “It’s nice to chat. It doesn’t have to be a serious question that demands a serious answer. We can just talk. Unless I’m disturbing you, that is. Do you need to work?”

“No. We can, um, chat. What do you want to talk about?”

“Are all Vaellians so methodical even in social interactions?”

“Ah. Um. I’m not methodical all the time.”

“But you are now. With me. Why? Because you’re paying me?”

“May I point out that was a serious question?”

“Sorry. Will you answer?”

“I’m not paying you, per se. I’m paying the clinic, just like the fertilizing parent is paying the clinic, and you are getting your compensation from the clinic.”

“Technicalities. Do you want to tell me why you are so careful with me?”

“I don’t want to make a mistake. The previous times I had encounters with humans, the investment was low on both sides. A few hours of pleasure that could be given or not, no harm done. If I drive you away, I’ll lose the opportunity of a lifetime.”

“How often do you need to, um, deposit eggs?”

“It varies. Some Vaellians of my biological gender can produce ten eggs every few years, some only three or four once in their lives. When the eggs are ready for insemination, they need to be placed into a surrogate, or the Vaellian body expels them in the form of waste. Our species has struggled for survival for centuries, and many Vaellians in my position would feel not only instinctually but also morally compelled to fulfill our natural role. This is the first time I have reached this point of the reproductive cycle, and I am most anxious to do it right.”

“What mistakes do you think you could make?”

That made Siurin pause. “I don’t know. I… My natural form is considered fearsome by humans, isn’t it? Or maybe the things I’d say would put you off. I could overlook a need or discomfort on your side when I am to take care of you and should stay focused on your well-being.”

“I appreciate your concern, I really do. But what I’ve seen and felt so far from your natural form has been quite pleasant.”

Siurin was glad. He tilted his head in what he hoped was a gesture of appreciation.

“And your concern for my well-being makes me feel safe, so thank you.”

“Of course. Um. Good.”

The conversation then moved to simple topics like how Siurin spent his free time and which food he preferred. He even made Gideon laugh when he described his experiences with various cuisines on Earth. He felt irrationally proud that he’d been able to entertain the omega.

Siurin hadn’t expected more from the stay at the clinic than the fulfillment of his biological needs. He’d chosen Gideon based on superficial qualities like appearances, health, and age. Gideon was indeed highly attractive—the delicate omega was the epitome of beauty, plus he had the sex drive and flexibility of a young, hormonal human. But the more time Siurin spent with him, the more he appreciated Gideon as a pleasant companion, even outside of sexual contact. The workings of the omega’s mind were most interesting. While some of Gideon’s questions unsettled him, Siurin did his best to answer them, hoping to learn more about Gideon in return.

“May I inquire why you applied with the clinic,” he asked, “or would that be considered an invasion of your privacy?”

Gideon shrugged, appearing relaxed. “I’m single, and spending a heat with toys only is really depressing. All my alpha friends and acquaintances are either coupled up or someone I don’t want to be intimate with. I would have to find a stranger online to help me through my heat, and that’s risky.”

That sounded like the usual way humans reasoned around their heats, but how such an appealing omega was still unattached baffled Siurin. He would have asked about that, but wasn’t prying about past relationships considered intrusive? “An arrangement via a reputable agency is a safe option for a healthy heat. The added monetary compensation makes it a practical choice,” he said neutrally.

“Yeah, but I hadn’t been counting on a high compensation.” Gideon seemed to blush. Siurin remembered too late that humans sometimes got embarrassed discussing finances. “I would have gone through it for far less,” Gideon added.

“You are unaware of your appeal, then.” The auction had been an eventful process, and Siurin had been prepared to pay even more than he had.

Gideon opened his mouth, then closed it. He shrugged again, his cheeks growing redder. “I’m not very attractive based on, um, human standards,” he finally said.

Human alphas had poorer reflexes, but Siurin didn’t agree with the common conviction that they were cerebrally inferior to Vaellians. Would he have to reconsider his liberal stance? Because anyone with eyesight surely must find Gideon beautiful.

“I told you the day we met that I was highly attracted to you. Today, I feel an even stronger pull toward your person, and I am most delighted by the prospect of having sex with you repeatedly during the upcoming days. You have fragile, vulnerable qualities that I find most arousing. Your limbs are thin and graceful, your skin is pale and delicate, and your penetrable orifices, I mean your mouth and your anus, are highly visually and tactilely appealing. Your pheromonal discharge creates a delightful scent, especially while in heat. I would assume that anyone, human or otherwise, would find sexual intercourse with you satisfactory. Your face is very pleasant to look at, especially when you’re experiencing pleasure. You have expressive eyes that show your arousal and enjoyment during intercourse. I like that. Together with your intellect and agreeable personality, your physical appeal must make you a sought-after mate.”

Gideon stared at Siurin with his mouth open. He appeared shocked.

“Have I said something wrong?” Siurin recapped his speech in his head. He was only trying to compliment his surrogate, but maybe his words could be misconstrued. “If so, please explain to me what it was. I didn’t mean to offend you and would like to apologize.”

Gideon blinked rapidly. “No. I’m not offended. I’m…um…flattered. Thank you. I’m glad that you find me attractive. You said it on the first day, yes, but I’m… Um. My previous partners were not this, um, appreciative. And if they were, they didn’t mean it.”

“I hear human relationships are needlessly complex. I try to be as direct as possible to avoid miscommunication.”

This time, Gideon smiled, and Siurin felt relieved.

“You have a beautiful smile too,” he said, and Gideon’s lips stretched wider. The expression made his cheeks appear rounder, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. Very pretty, indeed.

Siurin couldn’t wait for another heat wave.

Lucky for him, it came a mere forty minutes later. Gideon went to the bathroom, and when he returned wrapped in a bathrobe, he looked flushed, and his breathing sounded labored.

Setting aside his tablet, Siurin stood, giving his surrogate his full attention. “How do you feel?”

One corner of his lips went up as Gideon gestured down his body. “Needy. Can we go to bed?”

“Of course.”

Siurin put his hand on the small of Gideon’s back as he gently but promptly guided him to the bedroom. Gideon untied his bathrobe and gazed at the wide bed.

“Do we need towels or something?”

“There are towels in the dresser, and we have plenty of spare bedding at our disposal. Besides, it’s my task to take care of these things. I wish you to only focus on your pleasure.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

He sat on the bed and scooted to the headboard. His bathrobe opened over his torso and groin, revealing his erection. He palmed it and stroked up and down, making a low sound of arousal.

All that pink skin among the white terrycloth and sheets looked so lovely. The flush on Gideon’s chest darkened. His nipples appeared enlarged, and they’d be sensitive to touch.

“Siurin?”

Siurin had just been standing there with his hands on his waistband, staring. He dropped his sweatpants, and his ovipositor lengthened.

“You can change,” Gideon said, his gaze pinned on Siurin’s mating organ.

With a sigh, Siurin let his limbs burst out. As if having a mind of their own, his tentacles shot toward the little human, sliding up Gideon’s legs and curving around his thighs.

Gideon moaned, his eyelids getting heavy. He clearly liked the touches, and he liked looking at Siurin too, unbothered by their vast physical differences. Siurin found that most satisfying.

He ensnared Gideon’s legs and torso with his tentacles and pulled Gideon’s thighs apart, exposing his hole. It looked puffy and supple, swollen with heat. A clear liquid was leaking out of the opening, smelling of acute arousal.

Siurin hovered over Gideon’s laid-out body, looking his fill.

“You can…restrain my arms too.” Gideon said it in a low voice, breathlessly, making Siurin wonder if he was maybe a little ashamed of his request. But when Siurin used his limbs to put Gideon’s arms above his head and tie them together, Gideon moaned, his hips bucking.

“Please, fuck me.”

Oh, such honest need. The desire in Gideon’s vulnerable eyes. Gorgeous.

Tightening his hold on Gideon’s arms and legs, Siurin positioned himself at the omega’s entrance. He inched inside slowly, watching Gideon’s face for clues. Gideon gasped at the pressure, then pulled in a deep breath when Siurin pushed the bud of his ovipositor inside. Siurin slid in deeper and was gratified to see Gideon’s lips curve up even as the omega moaned.

“Good?”

Gideon nodded, moaning again.

Even though Siurin couldn’t put his entire length into the small omega, the warm, slippery flesh stroked his moving dick in the most delicious way. Pleasure traveled into Siurin’s core and tingled along his feeding tentacles. He rubbed them over Gideon’s chest and nipples and teased Gideon’s lips with them.

“Can you…aah… Can…”

Gideon appeared overwhelmed. Siurin stilled his movements to let him speak.

“What do you wish, beautiful?”

“Use my holes. Fuck my mouth and my ass, hard. Please.”

Coming from the delicate, shy human, the request sounded wonderfully dirty. Irresistible.

Siurin let his tentacles spiral around Gideon’s arms to his shoulders, and he tightened his grip on his bent legs, spreading them so wide apart that Gideon’s position looked exceptionally lewd. Using his thickest limbs in the back to remain poised above the omega, he guided two of his feeding tentacles into Gideon’s mouth. He pulled it open just as he thrust deeper into Gideon’s hole.

Gideon groaned, his sound muffled by the two thinner tentacles exploring his mouth. His eyes shone with unbridled lust as he stared at Siurin. He was so willing, so trusting, and so horny. Helpless and weak, yet eager. What a treasure!

A pulse of raw desire made Siurin’s ovipositor expand in Gideon’s ass. Siurin fucked relentlessly, prodding at the sealed entrance to Gideon’s womb. It felt softer and engorged. The pressure in Siurin’s underbelly where the eggs grew was getting unpleasant. He would hopefully place them inside Gideon’s womb during the next wave. The idea was so arousing that a barrage of filthy promises left his mouth unchecked. Maybe it was lucky that Gideon couldn’t understand Vaellian. He’d wonder if Siurin was sane.

But Siurin would never endanger his surrogate. He’d take all this desire and pour it into Gideon and make him orgasm—violently and repeatedly. As much as possible. Pleasuring Gideon was satisfying on its own, and Siurin felt happier the more ecstatic the omega seemed.

When Gideon’s hole contracted with his peak, Siurin thrust one feeding tentacle into his throat. Gideon shuddered and shook in his restraints, his eyes rolling into his head and his hard cock spraying fragrant cum all over. The pressure in his mouth and throat must have enhanced his orgasm. Siurin released the nutrient into Gideon’s mouth, and the omega gulped and sucked compulsively, making Siurin’s feeding tentacle tingle with delight. He swiftly replaced it with another, savoring how Gideon eagerly sucked on the tip and opened wide for deeper throat-fucking. Gideon’s hole spasmed again, signaling another climax and one more immediately after that.

With many of his previous sex partners, Siurin had been in high control of his movements, shifting only partially or not at all. With Gideon, he relaxed into his natural form and let instincts drive him. His body seemed to wrap itself around the precious omega with just the right amount of firmness and tenderness, sweet sensations arising everywhere his skin touched Gideon’s.

The bud at the tip of his cock unfolded, the petals hugged the pulsating mouth to Gideon’s womb, and the surrogate all but vibrated in Siurin’s hold. Siurin fed him another dose of the nutritious liquid, and it dribbled from Gideon’s gaping mouth as he got lost in what seemed like complete ecstasy of body and mind. Siurin lowered himself so he was just a breath away from Gideon’s face, touching every inch of Gideon’s skin with twelve of his tentacles. He watched Gideon’s stretched lips and fluttering eyelids, mesmerized, while his ovipositor throbbed with a release, dousing Gideon’s closed womb. Pleasure swirled around the egg pouch in his underbelly, gratifying but frustrating too.

Soon. He would put them inside Gideon soon. He could only imagine the relief—he’d never done it before, but instinct told him it would be immense.