Ch. 2.4

He waited for a couple of seconds, until Riordan nodded.

"Have lots of sex with your guy. This way, you will hit the perfect match sooner. Have his baby and then ask to be sent back to Earth as your reward. I heard some bearers take advantage of their position to ask whatever they want. Of course, around here that means power and money, and Xenos give them away, since they don't see cash and parties the same way we do."

"Do you think that will work?" Riordan wondered, searching Tasha's face for any signs of lying. Finding none, he exhaled.

"It might."

"Then I'll jump his bones. Or tail. Or whatever."

"As long as you can stand it, go ahead. I think that's your best bet."

Riordan offered Tasha his hand and shook it.

"Thanks a lot, man. That's been surprisingly instructional."

"That's what I am," Tasha joked. "The local guide to sin and depravation."

"I should take that as a joke, but I've been butt-fucked and deepthroated already to know that it's really not."

A bot interrupted their conversation with a long annoying beep.

"That's my cue." Tasha flicked his hair over his shoulders. "Marn wants me. That means that whatever important meeting they had, now it's over, and they're ready to play."

The redhead leaned to blow imaginary kisses on both Riordan's cheeks, and scurried away after the bot.

He was still nursing his drink, when he felt the need to turn his head. From a distant corner of the room, slithering his way around tables, Xana Lei was coming towards him. It must have been a telepathic thought transmitted directly to his brain. Otherwise, he could not explain it.

The bearers sitting at the tables bowed and greeted the Xeno, standing up as he passed. And, as soon as he was at a reasonable distance, they began gossiping. Riordan wondered if he should have gotten to his feet, too. After a second of deliberation, he decided against it. He rested one arm over the back of the plush seating and brought one knee to rest against the table, in what he hoped looked enough of a provocation.

Xana sat across from him, and quickly, found a way to come closer. That treacherous tail reached with ease between his legs, causing a sudden jolt on his part.

"Watch it," he whispered, not wanting to be heard by others, but not wanting to let this one slip either.

"For what?" Xana asked innocently, while his bifurcated tongue made a short dart out only to be retrieved just as fast.

"For humping me with all these shitheads watching," Riordan supplied.

Xana's eyes glinted with mischief.

"Is this something you like? Being watched?"

"No, not really. How about we ditch this joint and head back home?" Riordan proposed, as he pushed the empty glass away from him with his lips pursed in disgust.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Xana whispered in his ear, blowing hot air over it.

"The booze here is crap. But that's not it. Let's fuck."

Xana remained motionless and silent for a few seconds, making Riordan wonder if the guy's brain hadn't shortcircuited or something.

"Just the other day, you were so bent on telling me how much you hated it."

"Today's another day, isn't it?" he asked aggressively.

"So it seems. But such functions demand certain etiquette. We cannot leave just yet."

"Alright." Riordan looked away, trying hard to ignore the wandering tail feeling him up, now wrapped around one leg and poking at the hem of his pants.

"Disappointed?" The alien laughed, teasing the human's ear.

"Yeah," Riordan shot back.

"Satisfaction can be offered in many ways," Xana cooed and the tip of his tail brushed over the human's naked belly, teasing the belly button in passing.

"I don't want satisfaction. I want your cum in me. Tons of it. Is it how you get that match, right?"

"At least, you're being honest." Xana Lei withdrew his tail and moved away from him.

"Hah, if you don't like it, just send me back already," Riordan said triumphantly.

"You wish," Xana said with a small smile.

"Are you going to keep me unfucked?" Riordan set his chin high.

"Stop saying that word," Xana warned, but his lips were twitching into a smile.

"What? Fuck? Why?"

"Because it's a dirty word."

"Tough luck. On Earth, we like it dirty."

He gasped when the alien moved and pressed him into his seat, effortlessly pushing his legs apart. His top was ripped from his body and now Xana was twisting his nipples viciously. By the way there was sudden silence around them, they were causing a scene.

"What the fuck got into you?" He struggled against Xana.

"I have my limits, bearer. Don't forget that I'm not the cause of your embarrassment."

"What are you talking... arrgh!"