Chapter 9

“What are you doing?” Riordan didn’t think it wise to sound so harsh when dealing with his master, but he couldn’t help it, still pissed and scared about what had happened with Kyle and the young soldier. Although while those military types had been wanking him about, he had thought of nothing but how safe he would feel back in Xana’s arms, now he wanted the asshole out of his hair. He had a landfill to search for the remains of a certain bot, and also think of ways to get to Lewis if he could. Maybe Tasha knew something. Or, once he got his hands on Kyle and put his bot back together, they would search for a solution together.

And now, instead of seeing about his job to rule the planet and fight off terrorist attacks, his owner was getting busy with his rear end. Not that it was some big surprise. Snakeboy was horny all the time. Only that now, Riordan was very much in the mood of not feeling immediately overwhelmed by the seth and what that thing did to him. No wonder those soldiers thought he was a whore.

That was exactly what he was.

“I thought I lost you,” Xana murmured in his ear, while his huge thing began to move inside Riordan’s body.

“The egg is fine.” He trembled more and Xana snuck his tongue inside his mouth.

“You know it’s not only about the egg.”

He couldn’t talk. Xana was talking directly to his brain. Too bad he couldn’t give snakeboy a piece of his mind, and tell him to go to hell for like ten minutes or so. All that frustration, he had to put it to good use, and any delay annoyed him.

Of course, that was what his mind, as little of it as it remained rational, told him. The next moment, he was wrapped in that sweet madness that was the effect of seth on his body. It was better than any drug, and he had tried a few when he’d been younger. He could tell that the smallest hair on his body had raised because of that thing running through his system, and, above all, that pulsing Xeno cock inside his ass, moving deeper and deeper.

“Xana, the egg,” he protested meekly as soon as he was allowed.

“Don’t worry, it’s way far up in your abdomen now. And I will check on it with my tail later, just for your peace of mind.”

“Can’t you do it now?”

Xana seemed annoyed for a moment, but his determinism and favorism of the survival of his genes, whatever it was that snakemen called it, appeared to have the upper hand. Riordan obeyed as he was manipulated on all fours, and shivered in new pleasure as Xana’s tail began to work inside him. It got so deep that a strange fear gripped him. He could tell that Xana was carefully rolling the egg on all sides.

“Everything is fine, as I said.” Without adding anything else, Xana mounted him in that position, wrapping his tail around his waist as if he could run away, even if he wanted to.

Riordan felt the need to part his legs wider. It was so good to be taken like that. Xana’s cock was different from what he knew any human cock to be. It wasn’t only the size, but also that smoothness. It felt as if he was getting fucked by a giant marble dildo, but it wasn’t cold as stone would feel. It was hot and made him crazy for more. Too bad that was as much as he could stretch.

“I must make up for the time lost,” Xana said.

There was no point in reminding the snakeman that he had been kidnapped for less than half a day. Maybe those hours had felt like days. Riordan was starting to understand the attachment Xana had towards his progeny. He felt a part of it, too.

“You don’t know how beautiful you look like this, spreading your legs for me, urging me to mount you.”

“Like a whore, you mean,” Riordan mumbled as drool began to pour out of his mouth.

“I would punish you for talking like this about yourself, but you’re lucky you have the egg now.”

Ah, Riordan thought, good to know. So, if he were to spend a few hours going through the landfill-- Xana made him gasp by grabbing a handful of his hair and then licking his cheek. “The only punishment I can think of is to give you so much pleasure that you won’t think twice about disobeying me.”

Xana could read his thoughts to some degree. He could probably take note of that rebellion Riordan was planning, so he had to be careful. For now, he abandoned himself to pleasure. It was, after all, what Xana wanted out of him.

His ass was pumped full with cum, and he felt his own cock spurting on the fresh sheets.Was the new bot going to be okay with how much laundry it would have to do?

“You’ve been kidnapped!” Tasha shouted as soon as he made contact with his friend via the new robotic companion Xana had offered him.

“Yeah, exciting, I know,” Riordan said with a long suffering sigh. With the new bot around, he needed to be careful. This metal asshole would tell on him the moment he said anything about Kyle or the young soldier. He had to thread carefully. “Can we meet? Dress with practicality in mind and wear some sensible shoes.”

“Don’t tell me we’re going shopping.” Tasha questioned him with his eyes through the screen, but must have been able to tell that they had to act in secrecy.

“Yeah, shopping,” Riordan said with a smile.

As soon as the screen flicked to black, Riordan grabbed the front panel. The bot whirred helplessly, proabably realizing too late that was an attack against the integrity of its circuits. “I don’t mean to hurt you,” Riordan said, “but you gotta help a man out, if you know what I’m saying.”

During those boring hours of so-called doing nothing, Riordan had learned plenty about how bots were made. Kyle had been most helpful with his education, and now, the same thing would help him, too.

Tasha was waiting for him in one of those strange vehicles, trapped in his cylinder, but he still waved at him. Riordan climbed on the free place and squeezed the thing he had stolen from the bot tightly in his hand, pressing it against his chest. Tasha was probably accompanied by his bot, but that thing, hopefully, wouldn’t report about their whereabouts unless they were in any danger, given how disinterested Marn seemed to be in his property.

They were at the shopping district and only when they got out, Riordan realized there was a huge problem with his plan. “What is he doing here?” He pointed at Xer, who had eyes only for Tasha and was completely ignoring him.

“He doesn’t let me go to the bathroom to take a leak without offering to hold my dick,” Tasha explained. Despite his harsh words, he blushed. Xer smiled, looking happy and aloof, while wrapping one arm around Tasha. For that snakeboy, there was no one else in the universe right now.

Riordan felt a short stab of jealousy. He wished Xana looked like that at him, even if only for a moment. He was, however, a calculated bastard, regardless of how must he enjoyed pumping Riordan’s holes with seth and cum.

“I’m here to protect you,” Xer eventually said.

“From other dudes like you,” Riordan pointed out.

The irony was lost on that young Xeno. Xer nodded. “Yes, there are Xenos around.”

Tasha took Riordan’s hand. “Are you alright? You want to tell me something, isn’t it?”

Riordan hesitated and stared at Xer. Ah, fuck it, he thought. He couldn’t wait a moment more. Kyle’s main components could very well be on their way to recycling, for all he knew. “I have to get to the landfill. Kyle is there.”

Tasha looked at him, surprised. “Your bot? How do you plan to find him?”

“I have my ways. I just need someone with me, since I don’t want my sorry ass to end up getting kidnapped again.”

Tasha laughed and shook his head. Then, he became serious. “How are we going to get there? All the allowed destinations are hardcoded in the vehicle, I was told.”

“Fuck,” Riordan let out. “We could get there by foot, though I was hoping--”

“You’re not walking anywhere. Not in your condition,” Xer intervened, talking to Tasha.

“I’m not handicapped, just a little pregnant,” Tasha protested.

“It was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have involved you,” Riordan said. “I’ll find my way there by myself.”

“Are you crazy?” Tasha caught his arm. “No way I’m letting you do that.”

The redhead could protest all he wanted, but it wasn’t his choice to make. Xer was already dragging him towards the vehicle.

“You, dark one,” Xer threw over his shoulder, “get in the car, too.”

“Screw you, I need my bot,” Riordan said.

He hadn’t expected the young Xeno to use his tail on him, so he yelped when he was pulled back forcefully. They were already causing a scene, and curious looks were thrown their way.

Riordan found himself close to Tasha while Xer was loading them into the car. “Stop bitching, both of you,” the young Xeno said. “I’m not letting you walk. I’m taking you there by car.”

“Bitching?” Riordan asked, too surprised to form a coherent thought. “What have you been teaching the boy, Tasha?”

“I swear, he’s picking up things by himself,” the redhead replied, just as they were stuffed into their cylinders and the car took off.

That thing he had taken from the domestic bot at Xana’s place was meant to help him identify the whereabouts of any other bots. Riordan feared that it wouldn’t be able to give him information on bots that were no longer in service, and he put all his hopes on the fact that it hadn’t been that long since Kyle must have been scrapped. The small square in his palm beeped, and he looked around at the heaps and heaps of garbage around, feeling quite helpless.

“What does that thing do?” Xer asked, moving close to him.

“Don’t you know? It’s your planet’s technology,” Riordan pointed out.

“I will work in politics. I don’t care about such things.”

That guy was so full of himself, but it was no wonder, with a daddy so powerful. Riordan had come to understand that, to some degree, these snakemen weren’t so different from humans. Especially when they were young, like this curious dude, hanging over his shoulder and checking what he was doing with hungry eyes.

“I will have to climb on that hill,” he said, talking to Tasha.

“It looks dangerous to me,” the redhead said, and he sounded worried.

Of course, it was dangerous, but Riordan couldn’t let Kyle die. He was not only his homie. There was more to it. Riordan depended on him not to lose his mind. Sure, anyone with half a brain could tell him that he could always train another bot, but he was sentimental like that. Plus, if he didn’t rebel against Xana’s hold, wasn’t that making him nothing but just as one of those mindless dolls waiting to be impregnated with Xeno eggs only to be discarded once they were no longer useful?

He was thinking way too much these days. Before, he had acted on impulse more than once, especially when he had decided to become a bearer. Still, this thinking stuff was overrated. It wasn’t telling him how to get on that garbage pile without finding himself drowned in abandoned electronics.