The Human Bearer Ch. 04

"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."

"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 faired 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.

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