Ch. 4.2

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"Kyle, what do you think got into Xana?" he asked the bot as they entered the house.

"That is out of my expertise, master Rio," the bot supplied an answer right away. "I cannot read the master's mind."

"Can you read anyone else's mind then?"

"I can only pick certain intensities. Such as strong emotions."

"Hmm, not bad then." Riordan shrugged, trying to hide his own discomfort at the thought that Xana was, somehow, mad at him.

He almost cried wolf as he entered the vast bedroom. Xana was no longer wearing his black tunic and the tip of his tail was nervously hitting the ground. At least he thought that was a sign of nervousness. Kyle, the traitor, made himself scarce.

"So, hmm, thanks for having my back there," Riordan mumbled.

"I had to leave important things to intervene." Xana's voice vibrated through the air.

"Well, you can get back to them," Riordan said, with a small shrug. "I'm sure I'm not going to leave the house anytime soon."

"Someone else touched you," Xana cut his words short.

"Well, it's not like I invited them to do that." Riordan frowned.

The air was still. Riordan could hear his own breathing. Xana's eyes burned and he should have been prepared, but grunted anyway as the guy's strong tail circled his midsection and brought him forcefully close to its owner. He kept his head high as he stared at his master.

"I don't take such things well," Xana said slowly.

"Ah, well, it's your world. If rape is that common, why are you surprised?"

The tip of the tail shut him up, instantly feeding him seth. He mumbled and tried to push the thing away, but the instant response was pooling heat in his groin, and his eyes were just rolling in his head. The pleasure took over, and his sounds of protests soon turned into moans.

"No one but me is allowed to see you like this," Xana began speaking, his voice strained.

Riordan coughed as the tip finally withdrew and seth poured freely down his chin and chest.

"I know you're almost always in the mood, but can you like give me some hint beforehand?" he asked as he brushed his hand over his mouth.

"No. I own you."

"Bastard," Riordan murmured and expected a flick of the tail over his mouth, or at least a verbal reprimand.

He was just pushed on the floor and stretched wide, his clothes ripped from his body, leaving him naked, exposed, and vulnerable. There was no point in denying the bastard. Xana was doing a good job at pouring that slimy lubricant everyone loved so dearly down his ass crack.

"What did they say to you?" Xana hovered over him, his hands on Riordan's chest, pinching his nipples to the point of pain.

"Nothing much. Only that they were going to rape my ass. Of course, not in these words," he replied, talking with difficulty, as the hot appendage he now knew to be Xana's sexual organ impaled him in one go, making his breath hitch in his chest.

"Their exact words, Riordan," Xana demanded.

"Are you deaf? I don't know. Something about filling my belly. You know, your usual Xeno perversions," Riordan moaned and grunted and hissed out the words.

"I see." Xana smiled and this time, he looked vengeful and strange.

He felt himself flooded. A sensation of bliss was growing inside him, as Xana moved in short bursts, hitting something there, deep down, over and over again. He could feel his lower abdomen expanding. It was so much, so fast. It was like he could not keep anything in, yet, he could feel it.

"Xana," he called feebly, trying to ignore the strange, feel-good sensation, stretching, engulfing him, almost suffocating. "Too much," he complained.

"No. I am the only one to fill you up."

"You know you are. Do you really need to make me burst to prove that?"

Xana withdrew as quickly as he attacked him. Riordan moaned at the loss. His own cock was rod stiff and neglected. He rolled on one side and touched his lower belly.

A small horrified sound was all he could muster. The bot wheeled into the room, probably called telepathically by Xana.

His owner grabbed him and made him stay upright. There was confusion written all over him, yet Xana didn't seem to care. It took Riordan a little while to realize what was going on.

Xana embraced him from behind and cradled his belly in his hands, towering over him. He could not do a damn thing, his legs wobbly and his throat parched. When the screen flicked, Riordan closed his eyes.

"Just to be clear, young men," Xana said slowly. "This bearer belongs to me. I am the only one allowed to touch him. And, if any of you touches a hair on his head, I will use all my power and my influence to destroy you."

There were some murmurs from the other side of the screen. Riordan kept his eyes shut.

"I will need a confirmation," Xana's grave voice.

"Counselor Lei, we can assure you that our sons will learn to behave from here on out," a voice replied. "Congratulations on finding a bearer to your liking. Be it that his womb will carry your egg and deliver your heir without any problems," the same guy continued.

"Thank you. I will, however, bring to everyone's attention at the next congress that our youths need more control. Their rights to frequent the shopping district for bearers is suspended for now."

"Don't you think that's a bit rash, Counselor?" the voice now expressed consternation. "They need to be used to bearers and their physical appearance."

"There are plenty of brothels where they can enjoy the company of humans," Xana cut the other short. "Bearers are precious and I should not feel forced to repeat this. All these young men want is to engage in sexual acts for gratification only. Bearers have the noble mission of carrying our eggs. Don't belittle them. I do trust that even if you already have an heir, lord Eria, you do understand the gravity of the situation. Your son," he emphasized the words, "should learn proper decorum."

"You know there's an instigator," the other Xeno protested.

"I know everything. The Royal Chancellor will be promptly informed about his son's shenanigans."

The connection was cut. Riordan was still feeling like standing up without Xana's help would have been a trial of strength. But he opened his eyes.

"What the fuck, Xana? You show my naked ass to that bunch of perverts on your own accord?"

"I never showed them your ass. I showed them your filled belly."

"That's worse," Riordan commented. "What are you going to do next time? Invite them to rape my sorry ass?"

"They have been properly warned. They won't try a thing like this again."

"Not them, but others will. There will always be others, right? Plus, it's a big ass planet. I suppose there are many other Xenos."

"Yes, they are. But I am powerful here, on this planet. My word is law."

"Whatever, I'm not leaving the house until I deliver your frigging egg. Then I expect you to pack me up and send me back to Earth."

The hands keeping his belly tensed, making him wince.

"You are not to return to Earth," Xana said sternly.

"Yeah, I'm addicted to your filthy slime. Kyle told me."

"Who's Kyle?" Xana asked, his voice growing colder.

"The bot. My guardian angel," Riordan spat. "I had to call him somehow."

"Him?"

"Yeah. He has more consideration for my wellbeing than you and your fellow Xenos combined. He's pretty much human like that."

"It's programed like that." Xana relaxed and chuckled softly. "If I program it to give you a good spanking every day, same hour, you'll change your mind about its humanity."

"I bet he'd be apologetic about it. And I'd still know you're the asshole that gave the order."

"You're such an out of the ordinary human, Riordan." Xana laughed.

"Do you still need me present, master Xana? Master Rio went through a lot today. I advise rest," the bot suddenly began talking.

Xana seemed a bit taken aback. Despite having a belly on the point of bursting, Riordan didn't miss the opportunity to pull his owner's leg a little.

"See? Kyle is my homeboy," he said cheerfully.

"You definitely have influenced his programming." Xana quirked an eyebrow. "Master Rio? You told him to call you that?"

"I would have preferred him to call me just Rio, but he said he could not drop the master stuff."

"Rio," Xana said, nonplussed. "You haven't told me you prefer to be called Rio."

"Why would I?" Riordan retorted and the hands on his belly squeezed again. "Aren't we like all formal and stuff?"