The Human Bearer
7.
Riordan stared at Xana's face for a while. When asleep, Xana looked more his age. His features were calm, and his lips were even curled up in a smile. Riordan tried to move away, but the never resting tail coiled around him.
"Where to?"
Riordan sighed dramatically. "I thought you were sleeping. I didn't want to disturb you."
Xana got closer and began to lick his cheek, finally reaching his mouth and feeding him some sweet, sweet seth. Riordan could clearly see how humans got addicted to that shit. It was freaking it.
"I want to put my son inside you," Xana said softly.
"What if it's a girl?" Riordan countered. "You'll love the child even if it's a girl, right? Don't be an asshole."
Xana laughed and pressed against him, finding quickly a way to reach his asshole and let his tail do the work of prepping him. "Something tells me it's going to be a son."
"Well, whatever. You sure are in the mood for making babies, then? But what about compatibility and all that? Aren't we taking risks?"
"I check that every day. Today, we reached 100%."
Riordan pushed Xana slightly away. "You're not shitting me, are you? 100%? So, you just needed to inject me with that stuff, and bam, we became compatible?"
"That actually slowed it down a little. According to your bot's reports, you missed me like crazy." Xana chuckled. "See? I can talk like you."
"Yeah, I see," Riordan said dryly. "So, we were getting helluva lot close, and you didn't care to say a thing? But how-"
Xana stopped him by feeding him seth through his mouth until Riordan felt his eyes rolling in his head. His huge appendage impaled him and began to thrust slowly. It felt better than usual. Could it be because of that 100% compatibility reached?
"You are perfect for me, Riordan," Xana whispered in his ear. "I knew it from the start. My son will have your wonderful dark eyes, full of anger and always ready to go to war. Everyone will tremble wherever he goes."
"Hey, don't get so far ahead," Riordan mumbled, as he rolled his hips to meet each delightful thrust, pound for pound. "First, he'll be a baby, then a toddler, then a little kid… you know, the whole thing. Don't go put ideas in his head while he's still in diapers."
Xana laughed, and snuck his tail in, wrapping it around his cock, making Riordan gasp from the extra sensations. So, the pervert had some extras up his sleeve. That particular trick made his thing so thick that it felt like he was being assaulted by a battering ram.
"Are you sure you're not stretching me way too much?" Riordan squirmed, but part of his body wanted to get impaled by that huge thing until he couldn't breathe anymore.
"I'm just preparing you," Xana said. "Getting the egg inside you won't be so easy."
"Oh, fuck, do you mean right now? Are you making me pregnant with your child?" Riordan shivered in pleasure.
"Yes, don't you want it?" Xana cooed and licked his ear.
"You know I do. You prepped me for it, and it looks like I'm ready."
"Then let me put more seth in you so that it doesn't hurt you."
Riordan knew he had to be mad. Not so long ago, he would have run away screaming. He knew his fate, of course, but now that it was happening, he was amazed how not scared he felt. His body opened, and there was no resistance. If anything, he felt a deep ache in his lower belly, like it was waiting for be filled properly. "Just put it in, I want it," he hissed and changed his position suddenly, putting his ass up.
He closed his hands over his belly and keened in the most horrendous manner. "The fuck you put in that seth?" he asked as he squirmed, his entire body craving something that he only knew it to be the egg.
"Maybe my want for an offspring got transferred to you," Xana said airily.
"Fucker," Riordan cursed and clenched his hands on the sheets, while helplessly wiggling his ass. "Why send me to that stupid party then? When you were home, preparing your egg?"
"I thought I was still mad at you, but your distress call made me mad. I wanted to take you home and get my offspring inside you, or else that lowlife would have not escaped alive."
Riordan groaned and moved his ass some more. It looked like Xana couldn't care less about how he felt, how empty and willing. "Fuck me, give me your egg," he begged, his face crimson with shame.
All was a freaking game with this guy. And he had thought, for a moment, that Xana loved him. Everything was nothing but determinism with these aliens, and he should have known better.