Ch. 4.3

Xana suddenly began licking his ear. Riordan tried to move his head away from the assault, but soon, he was panting with desire again.

"Rio," Xana cooed in his ear.

"Xana, c'mon, not in front of Kyle." Riordan sought a way out.

"Kyle, you heard Rio," Xana dismissed the bot. "Don't disturb us unless it's something important."

"Yes, master Xana." The bot wheeled away.

"See?" Xana turned his attention back to his precious charge.

"Don't fuck me again, please. I'm already full and you paraded me to those creeps. Can I please just rest?"

"When you look like this, you're irresistible." Xana's voice began seeping into his conscience again. "It is unfair to deny me just what I desire most. To have you like this, panting in my arms, while I fill you over and over again. This is how you will look when the egg will mature and you will be ready to deliver."

"Do you Xenos always want to fuck your bearers at the most inappropriate times? Do you fuck even during birth?"

"No, that would be impractical. But we use the seth we have to make the passing of the egg as bearable as possible. Now, my beloved Rio, stop dallying. I need you stretched and on your back so I can enjoy your beautiful belly."

It was not like he could choose otherwise anyway. He was placed on his back, with more gentleness than he thought the Xeno capable of, and his knees were pushed apart, allowing Xana to come between his legs once more.

Like before, the Xeno moved gently, making the pleasure soaring increment by small increment at a pace that was both dull and sharp at the same time. He began breathing faster, soft moans leaving his lips again and again, until he cried out for real. It was like climax was coaxed out of him, with infinite care. As he came, he imagined that his balls were simply turning inside out. His release was deep and wide and lasted. The moment Xana withdrew, he no longer knew if he had to be grateful or feel bereft.

The way Xenos had sex was abnormal. And no, not because they were half snakes and they used their tails as sex organs, or could go at it for much longer than humans. But because they somehow reached inside the soul of the one taken. If Riordan didn't know any better, he would have said he felt depressed for a few minutes after Xana was done with him. And it was such an intense sensation, like he was suddenly all alone and he needed something that was beyond his reach.

There was no use in dwelling on stupid thoughts and sensations. He just closed his eyes. There was a sudden jolt coursing through his body, when Xana gently grabbed him in his arms and placed him on the large bed, if he could say, seeing that almost any surface in the room could count as a bed.

"Will my belly go back to normal?" he mumbled, burying his head in the crook of Xana's shoulder and feeling his sensation of loneliness dying down.

"Of course it will."

"Even after I give birth to your child?"

"Yes. You'll be just as beautiful. Now, that we are both satiated, tell me everything that happened today. No lies, or I will be able to tell."

Riordan sighed.

"I went shopping with Tasha. Did you know that Marn's son has the hots for Tasha?"

"The hots? Ah, you mean sexual interest. It will be something to see who is going to win the race for that carrying pouch." Xana shrugged.

"Wait, you know? And your friend, Marn, what does he say?"

"He's different from me."

"Go on." Riordan felt his curiosity piqued. "In what way?"

"He doesn't feel as possessive towards Tasha as I feel towards you. I don't pretend to understand everything that happens under that roof, but even I am a bit taken aback with Marn's attitude towards his bearer."

"Stop beating around the bush, Xana. What's going on there? I was just chilling with Tasha and this young dude comes out of the blue and hits on him. And Tasha doesn't like him. He's smitten with your friend, though."

"Marn is not at all interested in having a connection with his bearer besides what's formally accepted. Tasha is a bit too affectionate for his role. Marn likes to see his son competitive, on top, all the time."

"Even if that means that his son wants to mount his bearer?" Riordan asked.

"Yes. And Tasha knows it well. Marn was quite clear when he told him that if Xer manages to bed him, Tasha will be the only one responsible."

"Your friend is a total ass," Riordan said through his teeth. "It's not like we, humans, can stand the slightest chance against you. It's easy for this Xer dude to just overpower Tasha and fuck him into the mattress."

"Well, he just needs to be clever and stand out of Xer's way. The young man is still busy with his studies and trying to control his own lot of hotheads. He's work in progress."

"Something's terribly fishy here," Riordan murmured. "Why is Marn postponing having another child? Is he afraid his first son is going to have something against it?"

"Of course Xer cannot agree to this. Firstborn sons are always promoted, always given the best positions, but still, having a sibling is not always easy. A parent's love will have to be split, and, until Xer is not declared an adult, he is dependent on his father."

"Could it be that Marn just waits for Xer to be old enough to leave his home so he can put his egg inside Tasha?"

"Smart," Xana cooed and licked his bearer's cheek.

"But Tasha is afraid he will be cast aside before that happens."

"It is not in his power to do a thing about that."

"What if, hypothetically, Xer managed to put his egg inside Tasha?"

That seemed to give Xana pause. Riordan could swear the guy's grey cell powered wheels were starting to turn.

"That would make the whole household situation a bit peculiar," he finally said.

"Marn will be grandfather - is this how you call yourself around here when your offspring has kids? So he should be happy," Riordan began making his own analysis. "On the other hand, that means he prepped a bearer for his son, not for himself. Wait, since Marn and Xer are relatives, do they share the same DNA?"

Xana smiled. "And I thought you were just handsome," he commented. "Pretty clever. But why would Marn do that?"

"You tell me. You're his friend," Riordan retorted, hoping his thrill upon hearing the compliment was not making his voice sound funny.

"Marn has a bloodline. He's obsessed with it, hence his need for a second heir."

"Aren't you all?"

"Xenos of status and power rarely have more than one child. It reduces the thirst for power. Anyone can climb the ranks, but it is no secret that the offspring of those already on top are preferred."

"So, what's the deal? Tasha is really attached to his asshole owner."

The sneaky tail poking at his ball sac made him wince.

"Do you still have something left in you?" Xana made fun of him. "Marn is my friend and the most important Xeno on the planet. You would do well not to speak like that. You almost make me want to punish you."

"By fucking me? That's hardly punishment." Riordan felt brave enough to speak, but he trembled as the tail wrapped slowly around his sex.

"I like it how open you are to sex now. I thought you were completely against it," the alien said softly, making Riordan's eyelids a bit heavy.

"You're just pushing that thing of yours inside me, day after day. What do you expect? I'm addicted to your dick, or your tail, or whatever. Actually, your damn slime. What's in that stuff anyway?"

"Endorphins, other hormones, sucrose, and a few other compounds that are not common on Earth."

"Better than crack," Riordan murmured. "I'm a practical man. What I wanted to talk to you about was my career choice after I'm done here."

"Done?" Xana frowned.

"Yeah. I mean, once I deliver the egg, you have no more use for me, right?"

"Who told you that?" Xana asked sharply.

"I asked Kyle all the info. He says that human bearers get jobs once they finish with their task."

"He did, didn't he?" Xana murmured.

"Hey, what's with you?" Riordan nudged him in the ribs. "Don't tell me you're crushing on me now?"

"Am I crushing you?" Xana moved a little away, but brought Riordan closer into his arms, in an almost tender gesture.

"No, I meant something else. You're not falling in love, right? What I mean it's just a joke, and now you ruined it," Riordan said with a bit of exasperation.

"The concept of love is Earthian," Xana replied.

"Wait, aren't you loving your kids? It's for them that you conquer planets and find bearers, right?"

"That's just biological determinism, nothing more."

"Really? You're telling me that you won't care what happens to your little one once he or she leaves the egg?"

"Of course I will."

"Well, that's love." Riordan shrugged.

"It's preservation of the species."

"Whatever, I'm not going to fight with you over this. Let's talk about what I am going to do since your slimy stuff forces me to remain here, dependent on it."

"I don't want to talk about it."

Suddenly, Xana seemed like a petulant child. Riordan wondered how old his master was.

"How old are you, Xana?"

"You cannot compare human years to ours. It's different."

"How old are you compared to me?" Riordan insisted.

"Ah, for the sake of comparison, in human years, I would be 19."

"Shit," Riordan mumbled. "You're 10 years my junior and you're fucking my brains out. I thought you were quite majestic today when you slapped the shit out of that fucker. I thought you were older than that, like at least 25 or something."