“Freak,” Riordan mumbled.
The alien entered him slowly this time, and it felt soothing. Riordan could not remember ever feeling like this, so full of emotion, so bursting, so used, so raw and so thoroughly satisfied. The strangest thing was that he wasn’t even sure that he had come while being fucked. Maybe he had, maybe he hadn’t. It didn’t matter. It still felt like he was full, nothing but a vessel waiting to be filled to the brim.
Xana Lei knew how to be a considerate lover, it seemed. Now he moved slowly, and he took his time to kiss Riordan and caress his body with lazy moves. He relaxed, and this time, he felt his master’s tail wrapped carefully around his sex, and getting him off.
It was like he was continuously cumming from one point forward. He spurted his own essence over and over again. And then, he was out like a light.
***
When he woke up, the Xenian sun was already down. He tried to get up from the bed, feeling thirsty, and wondering how he was going to find the domestic bot and make him bring some water.
Next to him, Xana moved in his sleep and his tail moved lazily to wrap around his waist and drag him back.
“Xana.” He pushed against a naked shoulder, the color of alabaster.
The light in the room was soft and alluring. He wanted nothing but to grab a glass of water and head back to sleep. His body was aching for rest.
“I’m thirsty.” He pushed against Xana again.
Lazy eyes opened and stared at him. Xana’s lips moved and there was a short, slightly annoying sound. Riordan grimaced. What the fuck was the freak doing now? He was about to protest when he heard the bot wheeling around. The tail around him relaxed and he was allowed to get to his feet. The bot held an assortment of drinks on a chrome coated platter. He opted for the orange drink. There was no way of telling if it was made from Earth oranges, but its taste was cool and refreshing, not overly sweet.
“Thank you,” he said, placing the glass back on the platter. It was an automatism, nothing more.
The bot beeped and then a humanoid voice replied.
“You’re welcome.”
He almost jumped off the bed.
“Is this thing talking?” he asked Xana.
“It adapts. I already programmed it to learn your language. It only needed the right opportunity to activate the module.”
“Great. At least I’ll have someone to talk to.” Riordan snorted.
“And why can’t you talk to me?” Xana began to caress his shoulder and drag him down to the bed.
“Because this is not talking and I wouldn’t sacrifice precious time to chit-chat.”
“Would you rather fuck?” Xana asked, amused.
“I thought you hated that word.” Riordan sighed, but let himself on his back, trying to ignore the small tremble of excitement growing inside him at being touched like that.
Everything about Xana Lei was sensual, luxurious. The fucker was a looker. But he was not some lifeless doll. He was all hotness and fire, and something akin to molten lava. He had expected the alien to be cold blooded, reptilian, but Xana’s touch was warm and his lips were soft and full of life, as they brushed by Riordan’s.
“It grew on me,” Xana eventually replied.
The alien’s fingers began to feel his belly.
“See? Completely returned to normal.”
He touched his stomach gingerly. Yes, the bulge from before was gone. His stomach was flat just like before.
“You are a bit thin,” Xana commented. “Don’t you like food?”
“I do. But I need to keep my appetite in check. Trying to look young and pretty takes a lot of effort, you know?”
“I don’t know,” Xana replied, his voice serious. “Are you making yourself go hungry?”
“Not really. I just don’t overdo it.” He shrugged. “I cannot exercise too heavily, either. Because I don’t want to end up looking like a gorilla.”
And who would want him then? He thought with bitterness. His body was his livelihood, after all.
“You’re sad,” Xana commented, as he stroke his thigh slowly, with gentleness that hadn’t been there before. “Now that you’re here, you don’t have to starve. The seth I give you regulates your metabolism. You’ll not gain weight, if that is something you’re worried about.”
“Hmm, really? Interesting stuff this slime of yours,” Riordan commented.
“I’d rather see you happy. Riordan, what did you use to do before coming here?”
None of your fucking business.
“What? Don’t tell me you don’t know. I was in the hospitality business.”
“Yes, I remember. Some sort of… bus boy? Is that the term?”
“Yes,” he exhaled.
“And why would thinking of that make you sad?” Xana continued to ask him uncomfortable questions.
“Are you reading my mind?”
“It’s not exactly mind reading in the exact sense of the term. And, if it is something you won’t think about or you try to repress, I won’t be able to read it.”
“That’s nothing but the past. Nothing interesting. Aren’t you asleep anymore? Do you want to get freaky?”
Xana laughed. “Is this just another creative alternative word for fucking?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Riordan moved to face Xana and began to kiss him slowly.
It wasn’t unpleasant and it wasn’t scaring him anymore. He felt much better now that he rested and he wanted nothing but to be in his owner’s arms again. He straddled the muscular tail and began rubbing his crotch suggestively against the smooth scales. When Xana grabbed him to place him on his back, he stopped him.
“I can ride you,” he offered and Xana nodded and relaxed.
He now knew where to find that thing that stood for the genitalia in the alien species. His languorous moves had the effect of making the hard member surface and soon his hands were full. The guy’s cock was so long that he only needed to lean a bit to lick it and suck it. Xana grunted in appreciation.
He was a bit insane to ride that thing, but he could not go back on his word. So he stood up, with his feet planted by either side of the alien’s body and he began rubbing the tip of the giant cock against his back entrance. There was instant wetness there and that just made everything easier.
He began the slow torturous descend, impaling himself inch by inch. He had no idea how that thing was completely inside him when his crotch rested against the strange half snake body. At this point, he was starting not to care much. The alien guided his tail straight to his mouth and he was now fed enough seth to have him going.
So he started moving slowly. Up and down, up and down, each move sending shivers of pleasure across his spine, right into his cortex, flooding his body with feel good hormones. Tasha was right. Xeno dick was the real thing. He began moving more vigorously, relishing in how Xana was twisting his nipples, the one with the ring now feeling all tingly from the short, impatient pulls.
He was cumming, no hands needed, and he could feel the pleasant flood filling him up now, as Xana voiced his pleasure, too. He collapsed on the perfect body underneath him.
“We should sleep now,” he said and drifted off to sleep, in the loving arms of his owner.
In the morning, Xana was already gone and he could feel some sort of ache growing in his body. Even the seth wore off, eventually, it seemed.
***
The bot was moving around him, seemingly anxious to be at his beck and call. Riordan lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and meditating at what his life meant at the moment. It seemed crazy enough, and he had no idea what that meant, but he was willing to negotiate with the whirlwind of thoughts in his head. So, he was going to carry the guy’s egg and gave it birth. And then? Then he was going to get himself excused, and go back to Earth.