The Human Bearer
24.
Xana was all over him the moment he was inside their now shared quarters. Riordan resisted the mind-reading attack from the start. "Anything you want to know, I can tell you," he said.
"Then so be it," Xana said, giving up deceptively fast. "Tell me everything, Riordan."
"Nothing happened," Riordan said. He didn't even believe he was wrong to say that.
Xana observed his features. "You're not lying."
"What do I keep telling you? Anyways. The guy is not at all into me, and I'm not into him. Kanto is going to tell Marn that he cannot put his hands on me or he'll end up puking his guts out."
Xana seemed taken aback by those words. "What does that mean? While would he regurgitate his food... and even his intestines?"
"It's a way of saying. Seriously, as my husband, you should brush on your knowledge of human slang." Riordan bit on his bottom lip. Husband, right. But he was called Riordan Lei now, wasn't he?
"What does it mean?" Xana insisted.
Now, Riordan hesitated for a moment. His master was staring at him with an expression of displeasure that wasn't aimed at him. "I'm exaggerating," he said and waved. "I mean, Kanto simply finds me unappealing and cannot see himself putting his egg inside me."
"He called you ugly," Xana concluded for himself. "You are wounded in your pride, and I can sense it even without reading your mind--"
"I knew it! You're such an asshole sometimes," Riordan complained, only because he wanted to move over what insulting things Kanto had hurled at him. "Stop reading my mind, 'cause that shit is not okay."
Xana smiled, pleased with himself as he usually was. He took Riordan in his arms and began undressing him. "You are the most beautiful bearer in the history of Xeno."
"Really?" Riordan said in a fake playful voice. "Then the others before me must have looked like a bunch of Cubist paintings."
The joke was lost on Xana, of course. Unlike Marn, who appeared interested in learning about humans and things related to their species, his master had a severe lack of knowledge and understanding in that regard. Not that Riordan cared; he sort of preferred Xana to be a bit ignorant. It was the thing that helped him feel so free when it came to his Xeno lover. He could be someone else, someone proud of himself, unlike in the past. After all, he was this Xeno's husband, he was carrying his egg and he had just saved them both from getting entangled into some weird arrangement with another snakeman. A win from start to finish. Marn could go suck it with his ideas.
Xana placed him on the bed and let his hands roam all over. Lately, Riordan had noticed how sensitive his nipples had begun to be. Could it all be because his time to deliver was getting near? The thought made a frisson move down his spine in the most pleasant and surprising way. His Xeno lover appeared to be just as obsessed with his nipples and was now licking and sucking on them as if he hadn't eaten anything in years. That seemed quite normal compared to the other kinds of sex they were having on a regular basis.
As if him thinking about it were a trigger for Xana, the familiar tail curled around his right leg, chasing away the earlier sensations of having the same thing done to him by Kanto. Only that Xana's tail deftly found its way up and up, until it reached Riordan's ball sac which it caressed lightly before burying itself between his butt cheeks.
He arched his back off the bed at the exquisite invasion. He was such a whore for Xeno tail now, it was unbelievable. Marn, the asshole, had a point that he hadn't wanted this in the beginning, but now it was everything he wanted and even more. But that was Xana, and he cared about Xana, and that was the only thing that mattered, while they were hurtling through space, without knowing if they'd ever reach their destination.
He pushed away the bleak thoughts. Xana was all over him, inside him now in both ways, his cock and his tail fighting for dominance while penetrating him in a frenzy. That was the kind of sex he liked to have now; there had never been another way, or so he felt. Xana was possessed by a frantic hunger and was now eating his mouth, too, making a meal out of it. He was in a realm beyond pleasure. His entire body shook, as all the sensations took over. The sounds of Xana's body slamming against him were somewhere faraway, as his mind floated, as his mouth was fed with seth constantly.
He came and came, his jizz pushed out of his balls by the double penetration of his ass. There was nothing he could hold in when he was with Xana like this. Fuck, and he had been horny ever since he had seen that young bearer getting fucked in the hallway.
Xana moved away from him only so that he could wrap around him from a different angle and continued to fuck him although he was beyond any measure of wringing another orgasm out of himself. It looked like he was wrong about that. As Xana's long fingers felt his chest and began squeezing his nipples, his body stretched taut and he began shooting again. And again. And again.
Fuck, he had never come so much in his life. His vision was blurry as he opened his eyes, and then he both felt and saw the strangest thing. While Xana was squeezing his nipples, there was now something coming out of them. "Xana," he whispered, amazed by what he was seeing.
The Xeno laughed and moved around to suck on his nipples. He looked up with his mischievous green eyes and blinked slowly. He was sucking so hard that Riordan felt an overwhelming tingling in his breasts. As insane as that sounded, he had to be lactating. Feeding his young... that would come later. Now, it looked like he was about to feed his Xeno husband first.
Xana had a look of satiated bliss on his face when he released him. Riordan couldn't look away. "What does it taste like?" he asked in a ragged voice.
Xana blinked slowly. "It tastes amazing. Like you." Then, he squeezed a little more between his thumb and forefinger and brought it to Riordan's lips. "Here, have some."
Riordan opened his mouth without thinking twice, and Xana twirled his finger inside, letting him taste something like he had never tasted in his life. It had the flavor of milk, as he remembered it from Earth, but also of seth. And not just any seth, Xana's seth. If there was any doubt in his mind that the Xenolite growing inside him wasn't equally theirs, he could forget about it. That was yet another proof of the bond creating inside him, linking him to Xana forever.
He caressed Xana's face. "How close am I?" he asked. His heart leapt at the thought of meeting their Xenolite soon.
"It's not yet time, but it will be soon," Xana said.
"Can't you know for sure?"
"We're no longer on the planet. That can affect the evolution of your pregnancy, as you call it."
Riordan felt worry washing over him. "Do you mean, I could--" He stopped himself in time. He wouldn't jinx it by saying something that would trouble both of them. "It could either take longer or less than usual. That's what you're saying?"
"Yes. Not many Xenolites have been born in space so far. Your friend Lewis shows promising signs. He might be the first to give birth on Tu'lek. Everyone anticipates the moment."
Riordan felt something niggling his thoughts. "Wait, is this... I mean, everyone's a little freaky around here."
"What do you mean?" Xana asked as he lapped lazily at Riordan's nipples.
"I know you're a horny monster and all, but the others are acting weirdly."
"Did Kanto do something to you, after all?"
"No," Riordan hurried to say. "But he was sort of horny. Don't worry; his disgust for me was stronger. But there were people in the hallways getting into gangbangs."
Xana laughed. "Yes, of course. The smell of the approaching delivery, and one of such magnitude, is in the air."
