Page 9 of Slithery Heat

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ADDED BENEFITS

Gideon felt like a damned cruise ship when he navigated into the bathroom. It’d been days, and his belly only got bigger. Siurin kept smearing it with creams and oils to help the skin adapt. He promised Gideon that his stomach would get back to normal within a few weeks if he continued using the specialized cream even after the delivery. But Gideon wasn’t too worried about it. Worst case, his body would look as if he’d had a child. Nothing wrong with that.

The sex only got better. He was more relaxed, his womb now fully on board with its new purpose, and his orgasms became mellow and drawn out until he floated on a cloud of euphoria that lasted long after every heat wave.

Since he’d been on a diet of juices and Siurin’s nurturing liquid for days, he didn’t need to empty his bowels. He had to pee obnoxiously often, though, which was the only thing that made him look forward to the entire process being over. If it weren’t for the perpetual pressure on his bladder, he’d happily carry the eggs and get fucked three times a day for the rest of his life.

He flushed and took a quick, careful shower before walking back to the living room. He didn’t bother with the bathrobe anymore. Siurin liked looking at his naked body, and Gideon liked to tease the alien.

With a loud exhale, he sank onto the sofa on his side and patted his stomach. Siurin looked up from his tablet and stared at Gideon for a long while without saying anything.

“May I take a picture of you?” he asked suddenly.

Gideon raised his eyebrows. “Why?”

“I will remember you even without it. But the additional visual proof will make me happy in the future, I think.”

“You won’t show it to anyone?”

Siurin frowned, straightening up in his seat. “Of course not.”

Currently, he had a human torso and arms, but he was bald with pointy ears, and his lower body consisted of at least ten tentacles. He seemed to shift between various forms depending on what he was doing, which Gideon found mesmerizing. He realized he was fiercely attracted to Siurin in all his forms. Maybe it was the eggs making him feel like that.

“Okay. You can take pics. Here?”

Siurin lifted his tablet and rose from the armchair. “Yes.”

The camera on the tablet clicked. He moved closer and took another photo. Then he showed the screen to Gideon.

Gideon stared, frozen.

A small omega lay on the sofa, holding his huge stomach with one arm. He looked like he was about to give birth to triplets, but he was smiling softly, almost coy. His lips were plump and eyes heavy-lidded. He looked sexy and beautiful.

Gideon had never felt beautiful before, but with Siurin…

He spread his legs and caught his belly with both arms, lifting it a little.

Something flashed in Siurin’s face. He aimed the tablet at Gideon and took another picture. One more. Lower down. Shameless and giddy, Gideon spread his ass cheeks and showed the alien his hole. Click . His cock got hard. Click. Click .

With some effort, he got onto his knees on the sofa, his huge belly weighing him down, and looked back over his shoulder. He pushed his ass out toward Siurin.

The alien took one last picture and set the tablet aside.

“Stay like this, please,” he said and transformed into his natural form, his arms morphing into more dark tentacles. He slithered toward Gideon and engulfed him in his limbs. A soft, warm tongue glided over Gideon’s hole, and Gideon sighed.

This was the only way he could come between waves, and for some reason, Siurin liked giving him extra pleasure.

They weren’t lovers. This was a transaction—a mutually beneficial interspecies deal forged out of necessity on both sides. The Vaellians needed a fostering environment for their eggs, and human omegas wanted to go through heats without strings attached. If they enjoyed a few perks along the way, it wouldn’t hurt anyone. So why not?

Gideon moaned and rocked back as Siurin tongue-fucked him into a slow, sweet climax.

Still buzzing, he lay on his side with the help of Siurin’s powerful limbs.

“I want to try something,” he murmured.

“Yes?”

“Can I taste your cock?”

Siurin seemed to hesitate. “My ovipositor?”

He rose from the floor, and his dark dick emerged from the mass of tentacles.

“Won’t it feel strange for you?” he asked.

Gideon smiled. “We’ve fucked in every thinkable and unthinkable way since the first few minutes I entered this suite. I have twelve of your eggs in my body. We pretend it is merely to feed me when you fuck my throat five times a day, but we both get off on that too. I’ll never be able to count how many times you’ve made me come.”

The alien smiled back, looking proud of himself.

“Now let me suck your dick.”

Gazing at Gideon with wonder, Siurin let his cock levitate closer to Gideon’s mouth. Gideon grabbed the length with both hands, marveling at the strong muscle, and licked the bud at the tip. It tasted and smelled a little different from the smaller, feeding tentacles. More musky. He decided he liked it. He licked all around it. Clucking softly, Siurin leaned closer. He began petting Gideon while Gideon opened his mouth and took the closed bud inside. It was quite big. He wouldn’t be able to suck it deeper, but he licked all around it and moaned for good measure.

Siurin seemed to like it, making his unique sounds of pleasure. When Gideon retreated to lick under the head, the petals opened. Looking up at Siurin for clues, he licked carefully around the edges of the five fleshy petals. Then he dipped his tongue in the middle.

The alien let out a high-pitched whistle, and a waterfall of clicking followed.

Bingo .

Gideon licked around the open tip and pushed his tongue into the opening at the center. It was the passage for the eggs, and he knew it could stretch to their size. And true enough, he was able to tongue-fuck the tube while massaging the length of Siurin’s cock.

“Gideon… Oh… That’s quite lovely. You may continue… Oh…” Another wave of clicking and snickering sounds. Siurin stared at him with his mouth open, his long tongue whipping around.

Feeling powerful, Gideon doubled his efforts. I’m jerking off an alien and tonguing his slit, and he’s losing it. This is fun.

Abruptly, a rush of liquid pushed Gideon’s tongue out of the tight hole. Siurin came all over his face and upper chest. The fragrant, creamy cum doused Gideon’s skin and dripped onto the blanket. The tentacles stroking his body smeared it around in what looked like a clumsy effort to clean up.

“My apologies. That was rather sudden.”

“Did you like it?” Gideon asked. He rubbed the cum into the skin on his upper chest, letting Siurin know it was okay.

Instead of answering, Siurin leaned closer and did something strange. He licked Gideon’s lips.

Gideon didn’t know aliens kissed like people did.

He opened his mouth and touched Siurin’s tongue with his.

That was… quite lovely indeed, Gideon thought.

Their tongues tangled, and the edges of Siurin’s lipless mouth brushed his lips. With a sigh, he sank into the weird kiss until it stopped feeling weird. Siurin kept his tongue small so as not to choke him but delved deep enough to keep the kiss wonderfully dirty. He encircled Gideon with his tentacles and tenderly moved him until he cushioned him on the sofa, creating a nest for him with his own body. Curled on his side in the wreath of warm limbs, Gideon kissed him tenderly then passionately, then softly again. Small suckers nipped at his skin here and there until they found his nipples and gently sucked on the very tips.

Six days was a short time, he decided. He would like to get to know Siurin better.

Just as he thought that, a painless but distinct cramp in his middle made him gasp into the kiss.

“Gideon? You tensed.”

“I think… I think it’s coming.”