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The Human Bearer
Riordan stopped abruptly. He fought the need to run away. After all, he had invited this type of thing into his life the moment he had decided to embark on that suicidal mission to save his son. Xana's son. Anyone would tell him that he had been nothing but a vessel for the alien life form and should have stuck with it. But he couldn't agree with any of that. He loved Xana, and therefore loved his son. And the little one had dark hair and eyes, just like him, which only went to show that some of him was living and breathing in that Xenolite. There was no greater love he could think of.
Xana noticed him, but the only sign he showed that he acknowledged his presence was a brief moment of hesitation before continuing. The doll-like face sneered at him, happy as he seemed to show off in his new position of being Xana Lei's bearer. Riordan didn't know him. He looked too similar to the sort of bearers he had seen on Xeno. He had to belong to other snakemen, too, although the way he was presented left nothing to the imagination. Xana no longer needed Riordan. He had taken another bearer to make another Xenolite.
The size of the wound opening inside his heart was unbearable. He didn't know how to stop it. After all, it seemed that he had been replaceable all along.
He didn't dwell on it. Nothing changed, he thought, as the bearer walked past him and Riordan heard him chuckle in disdain. He only looked up to check on Kyle, but the bot seemed unperturbed. Was that bot even Kyle? Riordan didn't want to believe that Xana would get rid of him, although maybe he didn't want any reminder of his former bearer around.
He would have to ask Marn or learn some other way about what had happened to Kyle. Hopefully, his faithful friend had just been sent to do the dirty work involving cleaning and the like. They didn't have a recycling unit for bots here, as far as he knew, and they couldn't waste workforce. That was his hope.
Just as he moved, he felt something brushing by his hand and something being pushed into his palm. He didn't look at it right away and waited until Xana and his new bearer were out of sight. Making sure that no one else could see what he was doing, he took a sharp turn, down a corridor usually used only by guards and other personnel servicing the ship.
Little was his surprise when he looked at the piece of paper seemingly written by hand.
I learned that for making a message appear as personable was possible, one has to write it by hand, so I taught myself that. Master Rio, my directive has remained the same. My number one purpose is to protect you.
Nothing followed after. Riordan turned the piece of paper to examine the other side, but there were no other words, written by hand or not. Kyle was probably in the process of being reprogrammed since his directive, as he called it, was to protect Xana's bearer, not him. The poor bot was, without a doubt, confused, but he had definitely been sly enough to give him that message without being noticed by Xana.
Riordan folded the piece of paper and slid it inside his combat suit. At least, Kyle was alright, and that just one thing he didn't have to worry about. He took a moment to push back the hurt he still felt over seeing Xana move on so quickly. They were aliens, what could he really expect? Had he ever really thought he could understand them? The proof was right in front of his eyes.
He returned to the main artery, ignoring the curious looks thrown his way. They were all worlds apart from him right now, and he had just one goal in mind.
Riordan was in the middle of a navigation lesson from Lakni when the doors opened and a bot wheeled in.
"His Royal Chancellor wishes to see Riordan Lei," the bot informed them in a metallic voice.
That was one peculiar aspect in itself. Not so many bots were programmed to speak, and for a while, Riordan had thought that only Kyle enjoyed that privilege. It looked like things had changed lately.
The other peculiarity was the bot calling him Riordan Lei. He had a mind to correct the messenger and remind him of his falling out with his master, but bots had their programming to care about and nothing else.
"Alright," he said. He was curious what Marn had to tell him. Hopefully, not prod him again about how Florent Kasido had survived. Riordan had watched Florent floating inside a seth container, his eyes closed, his chest barely moving. The Xeno in charge hadn't seemed surprised to see him and had even dutifully informed him about the patient's evolution. Riordan didn't comment on how the snakeman treated him almost like an equal, but he supposed that Marn must have put in a good word.
He followed the bot out of the quarters he now shared with the three Xenos and down a long corridor that seemed to go nowhere.
"Hey, I don't think this is the correct way to His Royal Chancellor's quarters," he said.
"I apologize for the ruse, Master Rio."
"Kyle? Damn it, man, you're one sneaky mofo. It's you, right? Too bad you bots look all the same. I should have given you an identification sign, a little red ribbon or something."
"I appreciate the thought, but I'd rather not be so easily identified. Being anonymous has definite advantages."
"So, first you give me a note written by hand, and now you're dragging me to an unknown destination. What's the deal?"
"Master Xana doesn't mean it," Kyle said, ignoring his question. "He only took a new bearer because it is expected of him."
"Is it expected of him to fuck that doll-face, too? Ah, damn it, it's not really my business. He's free to do what you want. By the way, you don't have to call me Riordan Lei anymore."
"The contract between you and Master Xana is still in effect."
"Just as your directive. It's going to change soon."
"No, that cannot happen," Kyle replied serenely, in his usual voice. "My directive cannot be modified without destroying me."
"I'm sure it only says something like the fact that you should take care of Xana's bearer, not particularly of me."
"That is where you are wrong, Master Rio. My loyalty is towards you and only you. And yes, Master Xana made it so when he programmed me to belong to you alone."
"There must be a way out of it."
"Yes. My complete destruction." The boy's tone was even, unaffected.
"You might be a bot, Kyle, but don't talk about such things like they don't matter. You know I went to the landfill to find you."
"Yes, of course, my apologies. See, Master Rio? Your friendship towards me is just as hard-coded. You wouldn't want it removed from you, would you?"
Riordan sighed. "I taught you to be a smartass a little bit too well. But, for real, where are we going?"
"I want to show you something." Kyle continued to wheel in front, completely unperturbed. The lights were going dimmer, and Riordan felt his eyes adjusting slowly to the low lighting conditions.
They stopped at the end of the corridor, and Kyle opened a hatchet using his robotic arm at the end of which Riordan gleaned a small key. He stared at the sight in front of his eyes. It had to be a small flying vessel because it came equipped with two large desks filled with buttons and compasses, as well as other devices that appeared to serve that sort of purpose. More shockingly, through the windows present on three sides, Riordan could see the space flying by.
He stepped inside and looked around. There were no places to sit, which meant that the navigator had to be standing all the time.
"What's this?" he asked.
"If we're talking about the vessel itself, as well as all the electronics, they are the property of Tu'lek, and by extension, His Royal Chancellor. However, since I took it upon myself to put them all together to create an escape pod, I would say that it belongs to me."
"Kyle, you'd make an awesome thief. Wait, an escape pod? And you've done this? How long did it take you?"
"To ensure your safety, and seeing how the talk on the streets was that Tu'lek would be attacked, I had to have a plan. While this escape pod cannot ensure survival beyond 74 hours and 34 minutes, it would give time for a conflict on the ship to reach its conclusion so that the person inside it can return safely."
"You forgot some chairs and a bed," Riordan joked. Kyle was not a bot gone rogue, he was just very good at his job.
"I had to act hurriedly, and such comforts had a lower priority compared to other components meant for sustaining life."
"Don't worry, I was just pulling your leg. Still, Kyle, you know that I'm going on that mission soon. I appreciate the thought, but--"
"I will be your failsafe, Master Rio," Kyle interrupted him. "I will follow you. If you need to escape Galatea, I will be there."
"But, Kyle--"
"No, Master Rio, you cannot tell me not to do this."
"I won't. But what if we all need to make a narrow escape from the general's ship? Can your escape pod accommodate one human, one bot, and three Xenos?"
Kyle remained silent, which Riordan knew that it only meant that the bot was running his simulation programs.
"Only for a third of the time I communicated to you earlier."
"Okay."
He took his time to inspect the navigation boards. They were rudimentary compared to what he had in his pod, and Lakni had explained so many things to him that he wasn't sure he would remember half of them. However, he couldn't not appreciate what Kyle was doing for him, even if it only happened because his directive hadn't yet been updated.
"You really like adventure, Kyle, don't you?" he said with a small laugh. "Although, we might not be able to get back at all. Your efforts here might be in vain, don't you think?" He took a look around the room.
"Master Xana will want you, even so. If all I can manage is bring him back your body, I will do it."
"Wow, you can be really dark when you want to. I have one demand from you, then."
"Of course, Master Rio."
"If I die, don't do that. Don't collect my corpse for Xana to see it. I'd rather he remembers me as I was while still alive, that if he cares to remember me at all."
Kyle was about to say something, when they both heard it, the sound of someone slithering their way towards them from the long corridor. Riordan could swear he must have developed a sixth sense to know when a Xeno was approaching.
"Quick," he whispered. "Shut the door, he might not notice it."
It was too late, however. Riordan took one step back when he saw Xana looming in the doorway.
"What is the meaning of this?" he hissed at Kyle. "Go, Jasno needs to be attended to."
The bot expressed a series of formal apologies and disappeared. Moments like that reminded Riordan that Kyle was still nothing but a machinery with an internal programming. Being discovered like that meant nothing to him.
Xana loomed above him, forcing him tilt his head back. "I will know everything that bot had done here, so don't even attempt to serve me a lie. I know how much of an expert you are."
"I have no idea what are you talking about, Counselor." He wasn't going to call him Master Xana, no matter what the Xeno wanted.
"You seemingly forgot already who you belong to."
"The last time I checked, you gave up on your ownership regarding me," Riordan said, closing his fists.
Xana laughed, and it was a harsh sound. "What gave you such an idea?"
"Maybe you flaunting your latest acquisition all over the place. What did you say his name was? I've already forgotten."
"You keep forgetting other things, such as who I am. And I thought I drilled such information into your incapable brain well enough. It doesn't matter. I am willing to remind you."
"And what's that supposed to mean? I'm not your bearer anymore."
"No, you made that clear. That is why I accepted the offering. Jasno will do for carrying my next egg."
"Great, good for you." Riordan wanted to pretend that it didn't hurt him to hear such words from Xana, but they did. "I'll be on my way. Don't be hard on Kyle. He's only trying to help, as usual."
"Where do you think you're going?" Xana asked, blocking the exit. "It does appear that you pretend not to understand."
"You called me stupid only earlier. How about you spell it out for me?" Riordan felt a slow trickle of fear because these Xenos were definitely stronger than any human, but it was more like a vague sensation. He knew Xana. He liked to believe that his former master and lover wouldn't hurt him.
"You will continue to be mine until your last breath," Xana replied. "Does this answer your question?"
"Yes, pretty much. So, what do you want?"
"Don't you have the slightest idea? After all, when you stepped into my house the first time, you knew."
Riordan scoffed. "Really? You want a blowjob? Is that what you're hinting at? Well, you should use that doll-face instead. I'm sure he's well versed in whoring himself."
"Not like you are," Xana said, his face close to Riordan's. That statement was supposed to be an insult, yet it came out as something entirely different. The whispered words floated to him, caressing his lips for a moment before he was wrapped into a tight embrace.
He wanted to fight it, yet, it appeared that he was conditioned to accept everything from Xana. A part of him screamed at him to be revolted, to punch Xana in the face, to show him what he thought of everything, and, above all, how jealous he was of that doll-face.
So, instead, he clung to Xana's shoulders and kissed him back. They were soon on the floor, and Xana's tail found its way into Riordan's tight combat suit.
He gasped as he felt his body being breached. It was a feeling he knew very well, after all. However, Xana was more relentless than usual in penetrating him with his tail. Riordan felt the pain, quickly soothed by the seth. The Xeno's large cock followed suit, and now his hole was stretched to the limit.
"You will only belong to me," Xana hissed at him and continued to devour his mouth.
Riordan was letting out strange sounds as Xana's tongue wrapped around his and pulled. He sensed the tail pulling out of his ass, and then the appendage was in his mouth as soon as Xana let go of his tongue.
Xana was watching him from up close, his eyes filled with fire. "Look at you, you're only human. You know you can't resist this. You're made to take my tail and cock. A whore, a perfect whore, and you're all mine."
Riordan knew that his slurping sounds around the tail in his mouth didn't help him prove Xana otherwise. He pooled all his willpower to start biting down on the thing fucking his throat, but the smooth scales were too tough to go through. He doubted he could put as little as a scratch on them.
"See, Riordan? You can't do anything. You wish to fight me now, to prove me wrong, but all you prove is how well you know to suck on my tail and open your ass to take me."
Seth poured down his throat, and Riordan was losing control. Xana was pumping his ass full with his alien cum, too. At both ends, he was getting fed all that his alien master wanted. The feeling of helplessness didn't go well with the mind-blowing pleasure he was experiencing. They pulled at him in two different directions, and he didn't want to let the weaker part of him win.
"Let's see how you look," Xana said and manipulated his body so that he was now on all fours. "Oh, how nicely you bulge."
He had to be talking about his belly. Riordan could tell it was getting filled, and it reminded him of the long time during which he had been pregnant.
"I could put another egg inside you and you wouldn't be able to go against me at all. What do you say? Are you coming back to me? Take your place where you belong?"
Riordan used all his strength to pull Xana's tail out of his mouth. Then, he turned towards Xana.
"No," he whispered. "I'll never come back to you."
Not without our boy.
Xana's eyes filled with pain as he heard that thought.
"I hate you, Riordan," he whispered back. "Very well. Since it's the last time."
Riordan rolled on the floor with Xana on top. He felt as if it was a vicious animal fucking him. There were no words exchanged between them, but he could hear Xana's thoughts, whether his alien husband wanted him to hear them or not.
I love you, I love you, I love you...
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