Ch. 4.4

"We age differently. We have short childhoods. The so called teenage years are difficult because of all the hormones that develop fast. It is what gives us strength so being sexually aroused for almost all our waking hours for a few years is not that big a price. At least, now that we have so many humans to enjoy, taking the edge off of things is more bearable."

"Wait, so why were those dudes today so pent up? Why don't they go to some brothel to get their rocks off?"

"Bearers have a more specific charm. These Xenos, young and wild as they are, start feeling the need to have an egg implanted, even before they even have one in the making. For them, getting involved with a bearer is also a badge of honor."

"No shit," Riordan said wryly. "And how is gang-raping a bearer seen? Another badge of honor?"

Xana's tail coiled tighter around his legs. It was so easy to forget what an amazing force the alien carried.

"Those were just incidents."

"Were? Today I almost got myself impaled on countless sticks and tails," he replied, his voice void of humor. "What were you going to do if you were to find me gagging on those bastards' cum and slime? Were you going to send me to the brothel, so I could be gang-raped in an organized fashion, at least?"

Xana shut him up with a kiss. It was not like usual. This time, Xana was forceful, hard, making his jaw hurt, pushing his tongue deep. Riordan pushed away to breathe.

"What is it, Xana? I'm a grownup, by Earth standards, at least. Tell it straight to my face. Tell me how my future will be nothing but me servings as a mouth and an ass for countless horny Xenos. Tell me how you were going to send me away the moment you saw me fucked by those douchebags."

"No," Xana said curtly. "I would have taken you home, bathed you and taken care of you. But, before that, I was going to make sure all those douchebags as you call them were sent away. Somewhere they could not come back from," he added, his eyes growing gradually dark.

Riordan wanted the tension to go away. It was creeping him out.

"Fuck, you're such a gangster." He laughed. "Good to know you were still going to pound my ass even after being made a cum dumpster. Oh, sorry, a slime dumpster."

"You're taking things too lightly," the Xeno complained.

"Not much else to do," Riordan shrugged. "Look, I think I want a clerk position, not one for whoring. I think sex with you will last me a lifetime."

"You're that much in a hurry to leave my side?"

Riordan stopped and looked at Xana, trying hard to read anything on that alabaster face.

"Do you mind me saying that you're a bit spooky? You talk like a jealous boyfriend."

"Do I?" Xana's smile was strange. "We Xenos do not experience such emotions. We are governed by clear, strong ones. Nothing as wilting as whatever you call love."

"Alright." Riordan sighed. "You'll fuck your fill. Eventually. Hopefully before I get into labor, because I have no idea what to do with a horny dog like you then."

Xana buried his head into Riordan's shoulder. It didn't take him long to begin licking Riordan's skin.

"Fucking horny dog." Riordan sighed, mesmerized with the Xeno's staying power. "How many humans have you fucked, Xana?"

"Hmm, a bit over 100 individuals," came the prompt reply.

"Wow," Riordan murmured. "And why did you pick me? I bet that, after fucking 100 beauties, you knew how to tell apart a diamond from a dull stone."

"You're different." Xana stopped his relentless licking. "There are so few people dark like you here. Humans have this strange idea that we only like individuals that look as close to us as possible."

"And it's not true?"

"I think we were a bit misled. The humans sent to negotiate with us were all fair-skinned. We assumed the entire planet was like that."

"We are very different. We have different colors, some people are tall, others are redheads like Tasha, and even the skin..."

"Don't worry. We're getting a hold of it." Xana laughed. "I chose you because you were different. Also, because of your age."

"Really? You prefer older dudes then?"

The alien licked lazily across his collarbone.

"I prefer you. You're stronger than others. That makes it more likely that my egg will reach maturity."

"I love it when you say sweet things like these." Riordan snickered. "So I have a pair of sturdy hips and I'm old. Do I live up to expectations or I'm a terrible disappointment?"

"Actually, I cannot get enough of you," the snakelike creature cooed into his ear. "It might have been a whim to pick a different bearer than the rest. But Marn got Tasha also because of his strange hair color. And I know on good authority that he misses no chance to pump that bearer's belly full with seth and semen. I think they're already compatible for a while now. So Marn may be in it for the pleasure. He is often asked to lend Tasha. Not that is a common practice, but some Xenos don't mind getting favors in return of lending their bearers to others. Since they can count on perfect matches with them, they have nothing to worry about."

"Or maybe they like being cuckolded." Riordan shrugged.

"What?" Xana's eyes grew wide. "What does the term mean?"

"I'll tell you another time. Seeing that you're so young, it's unhealthy to keep it in like this. Let's just fuck and talk another time."

It was not like Xana needed more incentive. Riordan's hands wrapped around the Xeno's neck and he pulled his owner in for a kiss. It was amazing to feel the alien's warmth. He still thought he was having the strangest dream possible, and he was bound to wake up anytime.

tbc