Page 6 of Slithery Heat

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FERTILIZATION

Gideon’s excitement lasted until the heat wave slowly took over his body. Resting on a mountain of pillows Siurin had arranged around him, Gideon breathed deeply, stroking his big belly. It looked about six months pregnant and would get even bigger after this wave.

When the door to the bedroom opened and Siurin glided in upon a swell of tentacles, Gideon moaned with relief. Without pause, Siurin joined him on the bed and fluidly took a place behind him. His tentacles slithered around Gideon’s torso and limbs, and one appendage pushed inside Gideon’s wet, aching hole. He sighed when the tentacle began pumping. It wasn’t enough, but the slow fucking would tide him over until the heat wave intensified.

“I spoke to Tituan,” Siurin said. “He’s in the living room now, removing his clothes and changing into his natural form. He can smell you and is becoming aroused. This is the first time he’ll be fertilizing eggs, and he’s very excited about the prospect.”

“Why isn’t he in here already?” Gideon asked, too horny to play coy.

“I need to ask you questions.”

“Then hurry.”

“Tituan will be in his natural form. Do you want to be blindfolded?”

“I’ve seen you in your natural form. I’m fine.”

“He’s of a different biological sex than me. He’ll look different.”

“I’m fine,” Gideon repeated impatiently.

“His fertilizing organ will penetrate your womb and release semen multiple times while repositioning the eggs. You might feel the urge to move, which is not advisable. I will restrain you for the entire copulation.”

“Okay.” Hell yeah .

Was it sick that the warnings were only arousing him more?

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. I’m more than ready.”

Siurin began clicking and snickering loudly, and similar sounds replied from the next room.

Here comes nothing.

The alien didn’t come. He spilled into the room on a tide of swirling tentacles. He looked huge, like a cluster of black anacondas fighting each other. When he rose above the bed, Gideon gasped.

Tituan’s head looked vaguely human but without ears and with four thin slits instead of a nose. Four large almond-shaped yellow eyes shone from his smooth face, and a full bouquet of black slippery tongues burst out of his lipless mouth. He spiraled his thick tentacles around Gideon’s legs and bent his head over Gideon’s stomach.

While Siurin still fucked him with his appendage, Tituan licked all over Gideon’s distorted stomach, leaving hot, sticky traces on his skin.

Then he proceeded to lick Gideon’s nipples. The tongues danced on Gideon’s skin in a maddening way. How many were there? A dozen?

Siurin pulled his tentacle out of Gideon’s hole, and Gideon cried out with need. His ass felt horrendously empty.

“Please! Please!”

He tensed, trying to kick and writhe, but he was shackled, coils of muscles clutching him under his armpits, circling his arms, wrists, and torso, holding his hips and thighs, and even looping around his head and throat. He could breathe, but that was it.

Tituan slithered lower, his multitude of tongues engulfing Gideon’s groin. A myriad of sensations burst from his cock and balls, then the tongues tasted his open, leaking hole, and he began babbling like a madman.

“Oh please. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me. I’m so empty. Fuck me. Breed me. Please, breed me.”

The dark alien rose above him abruptly, and one tentacle shot from his body, different from the others. It was shorter than the rest but wide at the base, even girthier than Siurin’s. Small bumps and ridges adorned the length. A slit opened at the tip, surrounded by an endless number of small feelers. It looked like a sea anemone.

Gideon stared at it, stunned into silence.

Tituan’s limbs joined Siurin’s around Gideon’s thighs and lower body, and together the aliens spread his legs, lifting his ass high in the air.

Tituan extended his anemone-like appendage and caressed Gideon’s hole with it.

So this was the fertilizing organ.

Gideon’s initial shock lasted only a few seconds. Then came the lust and greed. Because Gideon was in heat, and despite how overfull his womb already was, his hole felt empty, the tissues inside him eager for friction. He needed to get fucked or die.

He let out a guttural groan.

“Put the thing in me. Shove it in!”

Tituan made a soft clicking noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter. His many tongues swirled around his mouth. The next second, Gideon’s hole stretched around the massive girth of the alien’s organ.

“Fuck yeah! Auuuuugh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck…”

Gideon lost the ability to form even the most basic words.

The ridged limb began pumping in and out of him, the little feelers at the tip stroked his insides, and he let out garbled noises of mindless lust.

Gideon vaguely wondered if it would hurt. The tip of Tituan’s strange dick would have to go through the mouth of his womb to bathe the eggs with alien semen. But if the eggs made it through, this should too.

When he felt the telltale pressure on the soft gate in his core, he didn’t get a chance to worry before he started coming. The eggs moved with each thrust, and enormous waves of pleasure burst from his womb. While the orgasm racked his body, his mind seemed to leave his head. He became a silent observer of himself, and everything appeared sharper, happening in slow motion.

He hung splayed out and stretched between two monsters; he could see himself shake with the force of the climax and feel his limbs tense and loosen. The eggs jostled and bumped against each other, pushing on the walls of his womb. When the tip of Tituan’s dick made it into his womb, the aliens became animated. They rocked rhythmically, stroked each other’s tentacles, and clicked and snickered, gazing at Gideon between them with hunger.

Gideon briefly wondered how in the name of the devil his body was taking it all and even finding delight in it.

Then cool liquid exploded inside his womb, drowning the eggs, and his brain shut down.

He became a mere animal. Less than an animal. A vessel of flesh and overexcited nerves. His womb and hole spasmed around the huge alien dick, and his body sucked the cum in. The aliens massaged his stomach, making the eggs move around, and then Tituan came inside him again. On pure instinct, Gideon wanted to buck and curl up, but Siurin held him immobile. Another release filled him, Tituan’s clicking intensifying. The liquid was already leaking out of Gideon’s hole, but the alien wasn’t done. His dick writhed in Gideon’s hole, then pumped in and out, churning and squelching sounds accompanying the movement. The monster’s anemone-like appendage dove back inside Gideon’s poor womb, and Tituan let out a bubbling, high-pitched cry.

One last dose of cum poured into Gideon’s ravaged body, the eggs rolled inside him, and a part of him wondered if he’d self-combust when ecstasy flared from his core like a supernova.

Then the light weakened, and sparks fell to the ground. The world turned quiet.

The dark alien teased the mouth of Gideon’s womb, closing it up with the little feelers at his tip before retracting his dick. The loops around Gideon’s arms and legs loosened.

The now-familiar sensation of Siurin’s limb coiling in his stretched hole made Gideon sigh with relief. With the last of his strength, he craned his head to look at Siurin. His alien smiled with tenderness, stroking the side of Gideon’s face with the tip of a tentacle.

It was over.

Gideon would happily do it again, but now he needed to sleep.

Tituan slid down his body, and his multiple tongues resumed licking Gideon’s grotesquely engorged stomach. It felt nice, but what Gideon appreciated the most was the safe nest of tentacles Siurin had created for him, supporting his body in all the right places.

Surrounded by warmth and lulled by soft clicking noises, Gideon drifted off.