Chapter 10

Xana was having a fucking laugh at him. It looked like snakemen could manipulate their cocks in all possible ways without a problem and the fucker didn’t even have to use his hands. Now, he had adjusted his position so that he could pour cum directly on top of Riordan’s head. It was sliding down on his forehead getting in his eyes, nose and mouth. He had to tilt his head down to avoid getting drowned in alien jizz, but he still licked at it like a madman, getting as much as he could on his tongue.

The snakeman moved so that he was now exactly behind and pushed against the back of Riordan’s neck with the tip of his cock. “If you intend to skullfuck me, that’s not the proper way to do it,” he said tersely.

“It has come to my understanding that what you like doing so much is called dirty talking.”

“I like calling it sarcasm, but to each their own, I guess.” Riordan had to swallow his words as Xana used now the tip of his tail to silence him. Great, he was sucking on that seth disperser now and couldn’t stop.

“And the sounds you make,” Xana said and laughed, “do you hear yourself?”

He was slurping and sucking like a whore after a week of no-cock diet.

“All the human bearers brought to our planet succumb to seth,” Xana said as if it were just an afterthought he was referring to. “However, there is this need in most of them to go to extra lengths to please, as if their will mattered.”

What was snakeboy going on about now?

“But you’re different. You speak your mind, you’re impudent to the point of making me wonder if you really care about getting punished or not, and when you surrender, it’s the most delicious victory of all. Like now. I know you’re thinking of ways to go against me because that’s your nature,” Xana put his cock inside him, and Riordan thought for a moment that he would go nuts from too much pleasure, “but you can’t help pushing back into my cock, showing me how much you want me.”

“Fuck you,” Riordan mumbled, his mouth still busy with Xana’s tail, “it’s the seth, not you.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, my bearer,” Xana said and laughed harder. “You’re on your knees, getting everything I have to give, with my entire body, and yet, you keep mouthing off. Yes, as you can see, I’ve learn a few of your expressions. Here is what I’m going to do with you so that you don’t nurture any strange ideas. In exchange for letting you keep your bot, I will have you sign something I thought out as the proper way for you to pay for your disobedience.”

Riordan was pretty sure he didn’t want to sign a damn thing. But he couldn’t think at all anymore, because Xana was fucking him in short punishing strokes, making him cum endlessly, while his mouth was fucked by the tail just as hard. He wasn’t sure the snakeman wanted him unharmed. It had to be the seth that made him so fucking happy to have both his ass and throat fucked raw.

Kyle hadn’t helped him with the bath in the end. That had been Xana, who, apparently, wanted just to continue to fuck him and render moot the point of bathing him. After one hour or so, he was finally clean, fucked beyond any possibilities to be fucked, and allowed to wear a tiny robe that let his ass peeking from under it.

Xana was the one to command the bot to come into the room they were in now. “Kyle,” he said, sounding amused at himself for using the moniker Riordan had given to the bot, “display the new terms of Riordan’s contract.”

At first, Riordan thought he wasn’t capable of reading because it was written in Xeno gibberish, but no, it wasn’t the fault of the language. “You want ... that?” He stared at Xana, without hiding his terror. “I told you, you’d just kill me with your fucking eggs--”

“You’ll have to sign, Riordan,” Xana said coldly.

“Do I have the choice to say ‘no’ to becoming your fucking walking egg pouch?” The insult used by those Earthian terrorists no longer sounded untrue. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Xana stared at him with his serene hypnotic eyes. “Yes, you have the choice to say ‘no’. Which means that your bot is sent to be recycled for good this time, and you are scheduled to become the next entertainment at the most popular brothel on Xeno once you deliver my egg.”

“Gee, what should I choose?” It was weird that he could still joke, given the circumstances. “This is blackmail, and you know it. And I thought--” he stopped himself in time.

I thought you started to have some sort of feelings for me, you weird Xeno fuck.

Riordan didn’t even know why that mattered. After all, he didn’t care for no one but himself. Only that now, because of that seth he was addicted to, and that egg growing inside him, he couldn’t say the same, hand on heart. Looking out for number one was a thing of the past, or so it seemed. “Fucking scumbag,” he murmured under his breath. “So, how do I sign this shit?”

“A little bit of your DNA is all that’s needed,” Xana said and grabbed his wrist.

“Do you mean I can spit on your fucking stupid deal? The only reason I don’t do that is because Kyle doesn’t deserve it.”

Xana seemed completely unfazed by his insults. He locked eyes with him and then wrapped his tongue around Riordan’s right pinky.

“Ouch!” The pain was sudden and short-lived. There wasn’t even a droplet of blood to show where the sting had happened.

Xana licked his lips, satisfied, it seemed, with what he had obtained. And how could he not? His purpose was to turn Riordan into an egg delivery machine, maintenance included.

He shuddered as the imagined sight of his wrecked body after numerous pregnancies flashed before his eyes. He would have to find a way to escape, then. Everyone said there wasn’t any, but he had been told before that he’d never grow out of the streets on which he had been delivered by his unknown mother, and there he was.

Getting fucked by one of the most powerful and dangerous Xenos on this planet.

Somehow, that didn’t sound like that big an accomplishment.

“You’re sad, Master Rio,” Kyle said as he slowly massaged Riordan’s feet.

“You do realize what that contract is about, right?”

“Yes. Master Xana wants to have you by his side forever. I search data from Earth. I believe the term is marriage.”

“Marriage my ass,” Riordan murmured under his breath. “He only sees one thing in me.”

“It’s not true,” Kyle replied as his robotic arms moved surprisingly swiftly as he reached Riordan’s calves.

There were some perks to having a tireless servant at his beck and call like that, but Riordan rebelled even against that thought. Kyle wasn’t a servant; he was a friend, as weird as that was. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve heard Master Xana talking to His Royal Chancellor Marn Savier. He was telling him that his bearer needs to receive formal education.”

“Needs? I don’t need no fucking education to be a walking egg pouch,” Riordan said and then groaned in delight as Kyle worked his thighs.

“His Royal Chancellor,” Kyle continued, “denied Master Xana’s request.”

“Why?” Riordan asked, now curious about what the bot had to say.

“He said that there is no need for bearers to be educated beyond their ability to serve as clerks.”

“Wait a minute. What kind of education was Xana talking about? And when did this happen?”

“Yesterday evening. Master Xana wanted to forward a formal request so that you can follow the courses of Xeno’s Superior Institute of Technology. The name is a bit different on Xeno, but I used an approximate translation to your language, Master Rio.”

“Superior Institute of Technology,” Riordan said slowly. “Where on me does it say ‘nerd’?”

“Nowhere, Master Rio.”

Riordan laughed. Kyle was just too funny at times. He had to do standup. People on Earth would love him. Although Earth was faraway and a place he’d never see again. Did he miss it? He wasn’t sure.

His future was fucked up, regardless where he was. “Did he say why he wanted me to go to that nerdy school?”

“Yes. He insisted on presenting His Royal Chancellor the work you did on me.”

“Ah, so you weren’t eavesdropping, you were just there.”

“Are you disappointed in me, Master Rio? I’ll try to get better at eavesdropping.”

“Better not, my man. Xana might have left you off the hook with the recycling and all, but I’m sure he thinks he can do whatever he wants. Let’s not put you in danger.”

Kyle suddenly straightened up. “I haven’t thanked you for saving me, Master Rio.”

“No sweat.” He had no idea what to think. It was true that Kyle was behaving as if he was in charge of his own decisions to some extent, but still, that could be nothing else but the result of a huge database and pattern recognition algorithms. He should know since he had put to the test the bot’s ability to develop certain skills, such as talking about more complex matters than just perfunctory questions about Riordan’s bladder or appetite. Still, there was something that escaped him, even if he was the guy to have messed up with the bot’s internal circuits.