Chapter Five
Xanxaa couldn't remember the last time her palms were this sweaty; not when she negotiated with the pirates in Quron, not when she entered the conference room with the two Graoks, not even when she was captured on Earth and almost killed. She was irritated with her body for betraying just how nervous she really was, despite the serious glare she had practiced making in the mirror for an hour that morning.
She walked into the main lobby of the Department of Legality with a sense of purpose and an extreme dose of wrath. Xanxaa had been trying to get an appointment with Prime Arbiter Xroqx since yesterday, but none of her diplomatic contacts could get her a meeting with him. She was livid, however, when she was told that his Deputy Assistant was Xerig, who was apparently more than happy to oblige as soon as Xanxaa's name was mentioned. Xanxaa had just connected with him a couple of days ago, and he was somehow able to withhold such crucial information from her. She wasn't sure if she was more angry at him for not revealing his connection to Xroqx or angry at herself for not being quite as good a telepath as she believed herself to be, but for now she was content on directing all her fury all on him.
It was early in the morning before many workers came into the office, so it didn't take long for her to pass through the simple security checks that scanned her genetic code for her identity, and she was soon taking a lift up to the floor for Xerig's office. Walking through the door, she felt the heat in her chest dissipate slightly as she looked at a huge room filled with dozens of people diligently working on computers, sorting through holographic files of citizens, and speaking to hovering drones recording the dictation for various legal documentation. She was scanned again at the office entrance and was escorted to a corner office on the opposite side of the room. Her escort told her that Xerig was coming out of a meeting but she was welcome to wait for him in the comfort of his office.
As soon as the door shut behind her, the loud din of the main room vanished into a faint hum you had to strain your ears to notice. The room had no furniture other than a desk on the far end near the windows that looked out to the dynamic bustling of the capital. She walked over to the window and placed a hand on the polyeuratranslythic glass window, looking out with envy at all the people living the life with the mates they wanted..
A loud whoosh behind her let her know that the door had opened, and she didn't have to turn around to hear the irritating cackle that only belonged to Xerig. Nevertheless, she did twist around to face him with a politely amiable smile she had forced onto her lips. "Xanxaa! So good to see you again!" He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her as though they were old friends. "I heard you wanted to meet with me. Please tell me what's been happening." Her feelings of wrath re-emerged but she kept reminding herself that she needed his help. "Couch," he declared, and liquid metal rose from the floor and assembled itself into a long shape that solidified into a comfortable sofa with a soft, luxurious surface.
Although she was familiar with the technology, her distrust of Xerig was so vast that Xanxaa hesitatingly sat on one end, warily testing to make sure it would support her weight, as Xerig sat on the other end. "Thank you for seeing me," she started, trying not to get distracted by her sweaty palms or the growing lump in her throat. "I want to talk to you about this situation with Adam."
"Ah yes, I heard about his attack on several Hryullians," he said with a concerned furrow in his brow. "I was absolutely shocked."
"Except Adam did not attack anyone. He defended himself when a mob attacked him."
"According to the investigation," he spoke as one bearing unfortunate news, "Adam was clearly the instigator. One of the men he attacked is still in the hospital." He stood up and approached her, "Let us exchange our understandings, Xanxaa."
Xanxaa held her hand out and coaxed him to sit down again, which he did with an expression of rejection. She silently exhaled her frustration and then carefully chose her words, "I'm sure an honest and proper investigation would reveal the truth, very different from what you say."
"Detective Xuth was very thorough, I can assure you. But this is what trials are for, to determine the truth." He moved to the center of the couch and place his hand sympathetically on her knee. "Simply have Adam turn himself in to the authorities, then we can schedule a fair trial to have one of our arbiters sort this entire mess out."
"Given the Prime Arbiter's comments on immigrants, and Adam in particular, and the fact that he commands the police and arbiters, I sure you can understand why I am not sure how 'fair' such a trial would be." She tried to pull her knee away but his grip on her leg was too strong.
He pushed her knee to the back of the couch and leaned on top of her between her legs. "Let me assure you that this office has no vendetta against the Earthling." She tried to sit up but he put his other hand on her shoulder and put all of his weight on her as he moved his erection against the outside of her cunt. "I just want to work with you to help Adam." She saw the lust in his eyes and relaxed her groin so he could penetrate her. He pushed back on her shoulder so her back arched a little as he forcefully shoved his cock inside. Immediately he started pummeling her body as hard as he could, knocking her backwards until her shoulders were hanging off the edge of the couch. Her enormous tits were buffeted by his ferocious slams and her tousled hair swung wildly in the air off the side of the couch beneath her.
Xanxaa shared her memories with Xerig to show him what she experienced the night of the attack, but Xerig was focused on the feel of her pussy around his cock. Xanxaa reminded Xerig of the anti-immigrant hatred being fueled by Xroqx but Xerig was only concerned with the curves of her body and whether she still enjoyed bruising sex as much as he remembered. When she directed her thoughts toward Adam, he concentrated on finding the moments from their past when she enjoyed him fucking her painfully.