The Human Bearer

The Human Bearer

1.

Riordan watched dispassionately as his luggage was transferred on the conveyor belt and waited, trying hard to rein in the slight tremble in his fingers as he smoothened out the pockets of his old kaki jacket. A small glimpse in the mirror like surface of the bot handling the luggage could tell him he looked tired. He searched for the small vitamin infuser in his right pocket. A small puff had to be enough to bring back the shininess in his black eyes, and to make the small fine lines around them disappear. One day away from being 30, he wasn't old, but he was not the youngest of the batch of human bearers either.

He stole a few glances around him, as he used another puff for good measure. His face was attractive enough by human standards, but there was no way he could tell what a Xeno bitch like the one who had bought him would like. The smooth black hair reached his shoulder and he had spent a small fortune on hair care products to make it shine, too. The first impression counted, and while he could have spent more on new clothes, he wanted to capitalize on what he knew were his assets, aka his face. He just hoped his owner was not going to reject him. Maybe the Xeno wanted a baby faced youngster like many around him? He had sent his file ahead and he had been accepted, but that didn't mean Xenos could not change their minds. They were known as fickle creatures.

He sighed. At least, they were not going to make him return the initial fee he had been paid. The not so bright side was that he had already spent that on smelling nice and super vitamins to make him look younger without having to go under the knife and purchase artificial enhancements. Not that he had that kind of money anyway. Unlike other humans around him who looked almost 100% plastic.

It was not like he could afford to look down on the others. But nonetheless he showed teeth when a china doll with perfect symmetric features and eyes as blue as the sky grimaced after a quick look down his clothes. Whatever, they were all whores for hire anyway. They were all here for the pay.

The luggage felt heavy and real in his hand, after the interplanetary flight that had made him feel weightless. He was still not used to this type of travel.

Another bot stood in front of him, waiting. Unlike on Earth, where humans were obsessed with making bots look humanoid, here, on Xeno, robots were a dull affair, tall thin cylinders with a front panel for scanning information. Riordan showed the plastic tag inserted in his wrist and the bot blinked green and began moving away, Riordan on its tail.

The transportation device seemed comfortable despite its dubious design. Riordan had to lay in an almost flat position. Probably Xenos could care less about watching the scenery on the road to their destination. Riordan almost felt like sleeping, but now it was no time to treat things lightly.

***

He had no idea what he was expecting, maybe a small cavern, or a rigid environment made from nothing but squares and planes. Not the cozy, warmly lit interior. There was not a lot of furniture since Xenos had no particular pleasure in slithering their ways around unnecessary items. The bot had left him inside, and Riordan had no idea what he was supposed to do. So he began inspecting his surroundings, wondering where were all the doors, since the room seemed to be completely even on all sides.

"You must be Riordan."

He turned his head so fast he could feel the bones under his skull cracking. Where could that Xeno come from? He wanted to say something, but words died in his throat. The Xeno was tall, very tall, making Riordan throw his head back to look at the alien. The first thing that struck him were the amazing green eyes that were searching his face with interest. The rest of the Xeno's face was no less impressive, the skin so smooth and white that it seemed cut in marble. But the beautifully arched lips were full of life, not cold. When the slightly bifurcated tongue darted out, a small chill made him shudder.

This was it. The moment of truth. He looked down, as his craned neck was starting to hurt. He blinked in confusion when his eyes traveled down. The Xeno was wearing a deep cut blouse made from golden material that glued to the alien body like a second skin. There was no doubt. The supple muscles under the lean fabric were smooth and flat.

"Are you my owner?" Riordan eventually managed.

He didn't care if that sounded rude.

"Yes, Riordan, I am Xana Lei, your owner, if the term pleases you."

The creature blinked lasciviously, letting long lashes flutter slightly in unveiled seduction. A small flick of long platinum blond hair over one shoulder drew his attention and he shook his head. Xenos were known for their effective ways to hypnotize their prey before they struck.

"Are you male?" he asked, his mouth dry and his tongue heavy.

The Xeno laughed.

"Of course," he replied. "Wait, were you expecting a female owner?"

Riordan could feel the room growing smaller. The small sound of the Xeno moving, flexing the muscles of his long green tail was making him shudder in disgust.

"Yes," he managed with difficulty.

"Well," the Xeno moved closer, "is that a problem?"

Riordan took a step back. Where was that damn door?

"I will be going now," he said slowly. "It is a problem. I signed up for a female owner."

"Hm," the Xeno cooed and crowded Riordan more. "Could it be there was some mixup, then?"

The green eyes were encouraging him to speak, but there was a glint in them that was warning Riordan of ill intentions.

"Most probably." He licked his lips nervously. "I will have to go back, if you don't mind."

The Xeno's laugh was like a happy clink of small bells.

"I do mind. Because, my beautiful human bearer," the Xeno moved closer and pushed one strand of raven hair behind Riordan's ear, "I picked you from thousands."

The creature's touch was electric, sending small jolts of pleasure through his skin. It was so much, it was borderline painful. He moved away, trying to dodge his owner. It was not wise to turn his back on the snakelike creature, but there was no way he was going to find the door and get out. There was no time to waste with thinking about what he was going to do next, once he was out of the building.

The Xeno laughed and followed him, the sound of his long tail slithering along the walls making Riordan's hair stand on end. The human felt the smooth surface with his hands quickly, his breath becoming rugged, as he just began moving frantically around.

Strong hands grabbed and pushed him on a flat surface that felt soft and embraced Riordan in its dissuading embrace. He was forced to turn with his face up and stare at his owner. There was sweat gathering on his upper lip. The Xeno darted out his tongue and licked it.

"Delicious," the creature commented and moved his tongue slowly, to trace the contour of Riordan's lips.

The strange kiss was deceptively seductive and he trembled.

"Let me go," he whispered.

"Mmmm, I don't think that's possible, beautiful," the Xeno purred. "I have longed prepared my egg and I have no intention to let you go and go hunting for another bearer. It could take months."

"You're male," Riordan said accusingly.

"Yes," the Xeno hissed, pushing out his tongue to lick Riordan's neck.

"I signed up for a female. How can you have an egg?"

"So you signed up to be a bearer, but didn't care about learning about our biology. An overlook or you're usually reckless?"

"I heard... stories," Riordan whispered, trying with all his might to ignore the persistent licking on his neck. "I thought they were exaggerations. Can I please leave? Can't you exchange me with one of your female friends?"

"No." The Xeno tipped his chin slowly to lick him better.

"Please, I don't want this... I want a female..."

The creature finally moved and straightened up. Riordan sighed in relief. But his blood froze when he looked up. The almond shaped eyes were angry as they looked down on him.

"Human bearers are usually... more compliant," he eventually talked.

"I terribly apologize," Riordan found his voice.

"An apology?" the Xeno huffed. "I am not interested."

"I..." Riordan trailed off.

What could he offer? Nothing came to mind. His eyes traveled down the Xeno's body. The strangeness of the half snake body wasn't helping. Suddenly, he remembered. Xenos were famous for their lust. Maybe he could negotiate his way out of this problem.

"I'll make it worth your while," he said slowly, trying to use his most seductive voice.

The green eyes glinted with mischief.

"I'm listening," the creature replied, crossing his arms.

"I could, ehm," Riordan licked his lips nervously, "offer you oral satisfaction in exchange for your clemency."

The Xeno seemed to ponder. Riordan moved, taking the creature's silence as approval and pushed himself up. Damn, he should have paid more attention to that weird porno he had once seen of a Xeno coupling with a human female. His hands hesitantly touched under the hem of the long golden blouse. If he remembered correctly, some sort of opening hidden under the rigid scales had to be there.

"Riordan," the Xeno said softly.

He had no idea what he was doing. The smooth greenish scales remained unmoved under his fingers.

"Lick," his owner ordered.

A shudder of disgust shook his body, but he pushed his tongue against the area where the genitalia was supposed to be. Unlike what he expected, the scales were not slick with some disgusting glue. If anything, there was a subtle sweet flavor hitting his taste buds. He felt like he needed to taste more, so he firmly placed his hands against the Xeno's sides for more leverage.

His slurping sounds filled the room. The snakeman pushed gently between his body and Riordan's lips and niftily pushed a few scales aside. Riordan opened his mouth as wide as he could and soon a warm tip pushed against it. The column of flesh steadily pushed inside, making his jaw hurt a little. The thing was growing inside his mouth, and now was dangerously moving towards the back of his throat.

He tried to push himself away, but steady hands grabbed his head and the thing slid down his throat, passing past his gag reflex. He tried to scream but all the sounds he could make were muffled, as his throat was used like an opening and nothing more.

Wetness of tears stained his cheeks, as he began to feel lightheaded. The flesh in his mouth pulsed and there was a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach like there was something filling it. The Xeno was making small guttural sounds followed by a single louder one. The creature's cock or whatever that thing was called slid out of his mouth and he began coughing and wheezing, as soon as he was freed. He could feel his stomach full and he bent over, trying to retch and get everything out.

"To think that you would propose this from almost the first minute in my house." The snakeman's voice sounded dreamily.

Riordan shot him a murderous look, against his better judgement. He recollected himself, wiping his mouth with his elbow.

"Am I free to go now?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Free to go? No." His owner laughed. "How could I do that to a beautiful bearer like you? Do you have any idea what awaits for you behind this door?"

"Freedom," Riordan said curtly.

"Hm, I beg to differ. The moment you are out that door, you will be without my protection. Humans are most valued here. But, of course, like any place in the universe, there is a black market that would take advantage of a beauty like you."

"What are you talking about?" Riordan asked, feeling more and more terrorized.

"I am talking about the sex industry, of course. A face like yours would sell a lot."

"A lot of what?"

"Pornography, what else? Is that the term, right? In your human language?"

Riordan felt like he was getting sick for real now.

"A brothel will quickly claim you. Your welcome party will, of course, mean being passed around, to have your openings filled, until your belly inflates so much that you will feel like dying. I personally do not condone such barbaric acts, although I do appreciate a swollen belly like any Xeno on this planet."

Now Riordan could not keep it in anymore. He began retching, emptying the content of his stomach, wanting to cry at the sight of the gooey white stuff on the floor.

"This is the truth, human bearer. Here, at least, you will be treated... humanely, as your people say."

"Humanely?" Riordan spat, patting his lips with trembling hands. "You almost killed me with your dick or whatever that demonic thing is called!"

The Xeno touched something that looked like a bracelet around his naked wrist. A bot materialized from one of the walls and began vacuuming the floor almost without a sound.

"I must apologize. You proposed so shamelessly that I got a little carried away. But I'm more disappointed with your throwing up everything. It would have bonded us fast, if your body were to process my seth that I mixed with my semen."

"Your what?"

"My seth. It contains endorphins and pheromones and, if I hadn't given you so much, you would have enjoyed the positive effects only. It helps with the implantation of the egg, normally, so it is nutritious, too. Many bearers become addicted to their owners' seth. What am I saying?" The Xeno drew closer. "All bearers love the seth freely offered by their owners."

"What other perversions do the males of your species engage in?"

"The males? The females offer their seth, too. We are only different in appearance and genital organs, nothing else. We both can make eggs and plant them in our bearers. You would be no different with a female bearer."

Riordan cast his eyes down. He knew so little about the Xenos. What had he been thinking? Maybe the idea of a female alien owning him had had a strange appeal, besides the money. The bot appeared again, a small metal tray carrying a glass of something that looked like water. He eyed the object suspiciously.

"As you can see, I went to great lengths to make your staying here familiar. It is not an exact reproduction of the kind of living quarters you probably have on Earth, but I hope you find them comfortable."

Riordan took the glass and gulped the content, hoping to erase the acrid taste in his mouth. The bot with the tray disappeared again. His owner curled his tail gracefully as he sat on what looked like a bed.

"Come here." The Xeno patted the spot next to him.

Reluctantly, Riordan moved and sat with a morose look on his face. Silence stretched, the green eyes staring at him, until he could feel like holes were being dug into his skin.

"What?" he asked, unnerved.

"Am I not allowed to bask into the beauty of my bearer?" the Xeno said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Riordan snorted.

"I'm old," he said, trying not to sound too self-deprecating.

"In human years?"

"Yes. It doesn't matter. I tried to trick you, okay? I tried to look younger. See this?" He took the vitamin infuser from his pocket.

The Xeno barely looked at the object, his eyes traveling back to Riordan's face.

"Take your clothes off," the snakeman ordered in a thick voice. "If you're that old, your body should disgust me. I'll send you back," he promised, the small laugh in his voice never gone. "I'll even throw in a small compensation, for showing me a good time with your delicious mouth."

Riordan looked at the Xeno, trying to gauge any ill intention. The snakeman just adjusted his position, one hand resting atop his front, where now the human knew the creature's penis was hidden. If he hadn't known better, he would have assumed the alien was trying to feel himself up.

He rose and, with brisk gestures, he began throwing his clothes around him. He knew his body was not perfect and Xenos were known to be very particular about their tastes. There were still marks of old wounds on one thigh and the fading scar of a knife that had barely missed its mark on his chest. Plus, he was dark. Xenos were not crazy about dark people, that he knew. As desperate as he had been to get here, now he wanted nothing more but to climb the next shuttle with destination Earth.

The snakeman purred appreciatively as his gaze traveled over Riordan's naked body. He gulped, waiting for the verdict. He gasped when the Xeno moved. He still had to get used to how fast these aliens could slither their way around.

The Xeno began sniffing Riordan.

"You masked your natural scent," he murmured.

"I heard you Xenos find our smell disgusting," Riordan said scathingly.

"You shouldn't believe everything you see on the news. Humans are highly prized. Trust me, my beautiful bearer, if we hadn't signed that damn peace treaty, we would have conquered your planet only to make use of your perfect bodies."

"You know not everyone is young and beautiful there," Riordan spoke, as the Xeno continued to sniff him, now poking at one of his armpits with his nose.

"Enough of you are," the snakeman replied. "Of course, it would have been terrible for your species. It took some learning to understand how we can use you without breaking your delicate bodies. A few... unfortunate incidents taught us the importance of proper bonding and preparation."

"You mean people died. Humans."

"Yes. Most unfortunate. You see, my bearer, the Xenos have an ardent need to plant their eggs. Although we are male and female, unlike other species in the universe, we need bearers. There is no other means for us to reproduce. And, to this point, in our quest to take over galaxies, we hadn't found, until your small blue planet, a species this compatible with us. Your kind is aesthetically pleasing, and pleasure can be had from your wonderful bodies."

"Why don't you pick females... I mean human females?"

"The delicate subjects mentioned earlier were all females. Males have sturdier bodies and your anatomy is strong enough to sustain a growing egg. The birth is still a painful affair, and opioids cannot be given in large quantities since the bearer still needs to push the egg outside and use his muscles, while being conscious all the time."

Riordan looked away, more and more unnerved with how the Xeno was continuing his examination, poking, sniffing, touching and caressing his chest, his abdomen, going lower. When the snakeman grabbed his soft member, he gasped.

"Invading Earth would not have been a bloodbath, as many of your species still believe. It would have been a seth tsunami, though. Driven by our need to copulate with such beautiful creatures, many of us would have been reckless, implanting their eggs before proper preparation. And your kind is lustful, too, enjoying having their orifices filled, even if not for reproduction. You see, Riordan? The same principle guides us and that is lust. Oh, you're starting to sweat. You smell delicious."

Riordan tried to focus on the wall in front of him, as the alien now started inhaling, with his nose buried inside one of his armpits. Eventually, the Xeno declared himself satisfied and straightened up.

"You will make such a wonderful bearer," the snakeman declared and sat down again.

"I'm dark, you don't want me," Riordan argued.

"You're exotic." The green eyes fluttered seductively, sending small jolts of pleasure like tiny feathers over the human's skin.

"I'm old, I told you."

"Should I sell you off to a brothel then? Only the thought of anyone daring to touch you..."

Riordan could feel his skin freezing, despite the perfect climate inside. His owner chose not to finish that sentence. His perfect facial features relaxed.

"Turn and bend."

He wanted to protest, but then thought better. He deliberately moved brusquely and chose a position like he was about to bolt.