Ch. 1.3

The Xeno seemed to ponder. Riordan moved, taking the creature's silence as approval and pushed himself up. Damn, he should have paid more attention to that weird porno he had once seen of a Xeno coupling with a human female. His hands hesitantly touched under the hem of the long golden blouse. If he remembered correctly, some sort of opening hidden under the rigid scales had to be there.

"Riordan," the Xeno said softly.

He had no idea what he was doing. The smooth greenish scales remained unmoved under his fingers.

"Lick," his owner ordered.

A shudder of disgust shook his body, but he pushed his tongue against the area where the genitalia was supposed to be. Unlike what he expected, the scales were not slick with some disgusting glue. If anything, there was a subtle sweet flavor hitting his taste buds. He felt like he needed to taste more, so he firmly placed his hands against the Xeno's sides for more leverage.

His slurping sounds filled the room. The snakeman pushed gently between his body and Riordan's lips and niftily pushed a few scales aside. Riordan opened his mouth as wide as he could and soon a warm tip pushed against it. The column of flesh steadily pushed inside, making his jaw hurt a little. The thing was growing inside his mouth, and now was dangerously moving towards the back of his throat.

He tried to push himself away, but steady hands grabbed his head and the thing slid down his throat, passing past his gag reflex. He tried to scream but all the sounds he could make were muffled, as his throat was used like an opening and nothing more.

Wetness of tears stained his cheeks, as he began to feel lightheaded. The flesh in his mouth pulsed and there was a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach like there was something filling it. The Xeno was making small guttural sounds followed by a single louder one. The creature's cock or whatever that thing was called slid out of his mouth and he began coughing and wheezing, as soon as he was freed. He could feel his stomach full and he bent over, trying to retch and get everything out.

"To think that you would propose this from almost the first minute in my house." The snakeman's voice sounded dreamily.

Riordan shot him a murderous look, against his better judgement. He recollected himself, wiping his mouth with his elbow.

"Am I free to go now?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Free to go? No." His owner laughed. "How could I do that to a beautiful bearer like you? Do you have any idea what awaits for you behind this door?"

"Freedom," Riordan said curtly.

"Hm, I beg to differ. The moment you are out that door, you will be without my protection. Humans are most valued here. But, of course, like any place in the universe, there is a black market that would take advantage of a beauty like you."

"What are you talking about?" Riordan asked, feeling more and more terrorized.

"I am talking about the sex industry, of course. A face like yours would sell a lot."

"A lot of what?"

"Pornography, what else? Is that the term, right? In your human language?"

Riordan felt like he was getting sick for real now.

"A brothel will quickly claim you. Your welcome party will, of course, mean being passed around, to have your openings filled, until your belly inflates so much that you will feel like dying. I personally do not condone such barbaric acts, although I do appreciate a swollen belly like any Xeno on this planet."

Now Riordan could not keep it in anymore. He began retching, emptying the content of his stomach, wanting to cry at the sight of the gooey white stuff on the floor.

"This is the truth, human bearer. Here, at least, you will be treated ... humanely, as your people say."

"Humanely?" Riordan spat, patting his lips with trembling hands. "You almost killed me with your dick or whatever that demonic thing is called!"

The Xeno touched something that looked like a bracelet around his naked wrist. A bot materialized from one of the walls and began vacuuming the floor almost without a sound.

"I must apologize. You proposed so shamelessly that I got a little carried away. But I'm more disappointed with your throwing up everything. It would have bonded us fast, if your body were to process my seth that I mixed with my semen."

"Your what?"

"My seth. It contains endorphins and pheromones and, if I hadn't given you so much, you would have enjoyed the positive effects only. It helps with the implantation of the egg, normally, so it is nutritious, too. Many bearers become addicted to their owners' seth. What am I saying?" The Xeno drew closer. "All bearers love the seth freely offered by their owners."

"What other perversions do the males of your species engage in?"

"The males? The females offer their seth, too. We are only different in appearance and genital organs, nothing else. We both can make eggs and plant them in our bearers. You would be no different with a female bearer."

Riordan cast his eyes down. He knew so little about the Xenos. What had he been thinking? Maybe the idea of a female alien owning him had had a strange appeal, besides the money. The bot appeared again, a small metal tray carrying a glass of something that looked like water. He eyed the object suspiciously.