Page 8 of Slithery Heat

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GESTATION

Gideon woke up curled in a circle of Siurin’s tentacles as if they were a nest. He peeled his eyes open to see the alien resting on his side, handling a tablet with four thin limbs. Tituan was nowhere to be seen.

Upon noticing that Gideon was awake, Siurin smiled.

“You’ve slept for many hours. You must eat.”

He put the tablet aside and promptly offered Gideon a feeding tentacle. Gideon closed his eyes and sucked. He wasn’t particularly hungry but felt weak and tired. Nutrition would surely help.

He sensed the size of his belly but was a little afraid to touch it or even look at it. When a tender tentacle slithered over the stretched skin around his middle, he shivered but kept sucking. The act soothed him.

“You are so very beautiful. So tiny, but your stomach is big and round. The sight arouses me. I will enjoy fucking you very much when your next heat wave comes.”

It amazed him he’d have heat waves when he was like this. How could his body still want penetration after being stuffed to the brim?

But when Siurin gently stroked his stomach and teased his crease with another limb, Gideon felt small sparks of arousal in his groin. Yep. A complete and total slut. He would have laughed at himself if his mouth weren’t full.

“Oh, yes. You’re so very sweet.” Siurin released inside his mouth and offered him another tentacle.

After sucking off all four of Siurin’s feeding tentacles, Gideon felt sufficiently awake to remember his other needs.

“Can I visit the bathroom?” he asked.

“Of course.”

This time, the alien insisted on accompanying him. It was probably for the best since Gideon wasn’t sure he would be able to pee without falling off the toilet.

His belly was the size of a freaking medicine ball and just as heavy. But it also felt nice. The fullness was overwhelmingly satisfying, and Gideon couldn’t stop smiling. He peed, then Siurin held him in the shower.

To his surprise, he was able to walk back to bed, Siurin supporting him for balance. Gideon held his stomach with both hands, marveling at the roundness. His belly button protruded a little. With every step, the eggs moved, and his stretched womb tightened around them.

Which made him horny.

He really had turned into an animal.

Of course, Siurin sensed it. He climbed onto the bed and lay behind Gideon, engulfing him in his tentacles.

“You seem to desire touch. I can smell the rise of pheromones from your skin. I need to wait for your heat wave before penetrating you, but can I stimulate you in other ways?”

“Please,” Gideon whispered, his eyes closing. After everything he’d already been through, he trusted Siurin implicitly.

Siurin was indeed attracted to his stomach. He kept stroking and petting it with his many limbs. One tentacle spiraled around Gideon’s right leg, gently lifting it to open Gideon’s crease. Another slid over his cock, sucking it to hardness, while two suckers latched on to his nipples. Siurin’s independently moving cock rubbed through Gideon’s crease and massaged his closed hole.

“If you continue like this, the heat wave might come sooner,” Gideon murmured.

“Don’t you want that to happen?”

“I guess. What will you do to me? I read about it but forgot the details.”

“I’ll fuck you until you reach climax, and I’ll penetrate the channel to your womb. The eggs need sustenance, and I will release the nurturing liquid into your womb during your orgasm.”

“That was what the couple below us were doing when we heard them.”

“Yes.”

“And will we do it every heat wave?”

“Yes. I could do it more often, but penetrating you between waves could be painful for you.”

“You mentioned that earlier. How do you even know that?”

“Vaellians have been using humans as surrogates for a long time. But it was initially problematic.”

Huh. Gideon had never heard about that. “How?”

“During the twenty-first century, Vaellians visited Earth repeatedly in search of suitable vessels for their eggs. The flexibility of human bodies was promising, and our forefathers found human omegas very appealing. They took in several and conducted research.”

Gideon tensed. “You mean you kidnapped human omegas and experimented on them?”

“I wasn’t involved,” Siurin said defensively. He paused all teasing of Gideon’s body and held still as he explained. “It was two hundred years ago. I wasn’t yet alive. I believe twelve omegas were originally taken onto a Vaellian ship. After some hesitation, they responded positively to penetration, and their anatomy was deemed most promising for egg gestation. However, the first attempts at oviposition and fertilization had to be performed while the omegas were restrained and heavily sedated.

“Only after the researchers learned more about the human reproductive cycle and sexual behavior, did they find ways to perform the acts so that the omegas appreciated the experience. During heat, their wombs created a superbly hospitable environment for egg gestation. The Vaellian researchers even discovered a way to induce heat with synthetic hormones and thus accelerated the omegas’ heat cycles up to one heat a month.

“Of course, once the progress was reported publicly, ethical groups raised valid concerns about the captive omegas’ well-being. The omegas were offered the chance to return to Earth, but ten out of the twelve decided to remain with the Vaellians as voluntary surrogates. They welcomed multiple Vaellian partners each and continued to carry eggs every month as long as they remained fertile. Every year for nearly two decades, more than five thousand Vaellian progenies matured in their wombs. The omegas were highly valued in our society as they saved our race from extinction.”

When aliens abduct you, experiment on you, and fuck you until they make you into a tentacle sex addict. Lord, Gideon would have probably been one of the ones who stayed, doing this every month. Because what he’d experienced during the past few days and how he felt now with the eggs floating inside him in a pool of alien cum was as good as his life had ever gotten. Not that he’d been particularly unhappy before.

“That is not what they teach us at school,” he remarked.

“When the peace treaties were negotiated between our governing bodies, it was deemed suitable not to dwell on certain moments in the past. Today, Vaellian education highlights the importance of consent in sexual relations with humans. Voluntary surrogacy is recommended as a sustainable approach to gene propagation.”

Gideon snorted. “Thank you. Definitely more sustainable.”

Siurin resumed the sucking of Gideon’s nipples, and his cock began moving again, smearing Gideon’s slick around his hole.

“And yet, there are clubs where human omegas go, wanting to be chased and taken by force. Can you explain the phenomenon to me?” The alien phrased the question without judgment, sounding like he was genuinely interested.

Frowning, Gideon tried to sort through his thoughts. The tentacles sucking his nipples and cock were highly distracting, not to mention the hard dick rubbing through his crease.

“It’s called kink. Role play. It’s all pretense. The omegas don’t want to be chased for real. It just arouses them to fantasize about it in a safe environment.”

“Would it arouse you?”

“I don’t know,” Gideon replied honestly. “I’ve never thought about it. And you? Does it make you hot to imagine kidnapping me? Or impregnating me with eggs when I’m not in heat?”

“You’d be in pain.”

“Exactly. Does the idea arouse you?”

“No!” Siurin answered sharply.

“I apologize. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“You didn’t offend me. The idea of hurting you doesn’t appeal to me. It dampens my arousal.”

“That’s good. Thanks.”

“I like it when you moan and orgasm.”

Gideon grinned. “Great. I like that too.”

“I can smell the upcoming heat wave, but it might be many minutes before it begins. May I continue stimulating you?”

“If you want?”

“Yes.”

Gideon’s nipples and cock tingled pleasantly from the soft suction. He focused on his breathing, relaxing his muscles.

Later, when Siurin fucked him through the heat wave, each thrust made the eggs roll and push on the walls of Gideon’s womb. It was mind-blowing how much he could still climax from that. His womb was getting less sensitive, but that was a good thing. He could savor the pleasure without fearing it would make him shoot into the sky.

Siurin massaged his giant belly as he fucked his womb open.

“I feel so very good with you. You’re exquisite. Your insides are so soft and stretched, your belly immense, yet you remain small and pretty. Your little hands, thin bones, so very frail.”

The tentacles holding him tightened.

“Fragile little creature. Oh. Beautiful…”

A symphony of clicking and clucking followed, and Siurin thrust in deep, pushing the eggs aside to make space for his cock. The additional stretch made Gideon scream. He would burst after all.

But he didn’t.

He came his brains out for the thousandth time and slumped like a wet rag when Siurin pulled out of him. A knot of writhing tentacles filled his yawning hole while a dozen other limbs wrapped all around him.

“Sleep, my beautiful vessel. I’ll keep you safe.”