And now, he didn't even know if he truly wanted this asshole, or he had just been prepped for it, like a walking carrying pouch, something to be used and discarded afterwards.
He hid his face and tears between the sheets and let out an animal like sound when Xana finally mounted him. It felt so good, and yet he couldn't tell if it was wrong of him to want it or not. Right now, his whole being, his mind, were focused on nothing else but having his belly filled, to become the very thing that he had looked at as a mere transaction and nothing else.
"Don't fight it, Rio," Xana cooed softly.
"I hate you," he muttered. "But I want your egg in me so much."
"You don't hate me. You're in love with me," Xana said, full of himself.
How much he wanted to turn and smack that arrogant bastard's perfect face. He couldn't do a thing. He even grabbed his butt cheeks and spread them open, asking for it through gasps and moans.
"You are so beautiful," Xana murmured while caressing his back. "And mine. There will be no other ever."
Riordan wasn't completely sure whether he was imagining those words. Xana wouldn't say them in vain, would he? "Put your baby inside me, breed me, you fucking snake," he begged.
He was forced to shut up by Xana's tongue. Defy me more; I know that you want my egg. There's no escape, Riordan. Those words were said right to his brain. Riordan couldn't deny them. And maybe he did love Xana, and that was why he hated him. The bastard should have told him about their compatibility. He shouldn't have felt the need to cheat.
Riordan's mind froze in shock as something large began to pass through what would become soon a birth canal. Xana's labored breath told him that he wasn't the only one stretched to the limit. He couldn't start to imagine how that felt for the alien. Maybe creating life was painful either way.
He didn't know what to do. Xana pumped seth inside his mouth to keep him steady, but he was starting to lose consciousness. Wicked fingers pinching his nipples hard kept him awake. And it was strange, because the pain wasn't all; there was also pleasure, all around, from head to toes, but mainly in his lower belly where he would hold the egg.
He used one hand to hold his belly. He could feel it, pulsing, adjusting, taking a life of its own, while more of Xana's seth and cum was pumped into him. There was no need to look to know that his lower belly was now inflated enough that it could rival a ripe watermelon. The thing going through his stretched ass no longer could be felt, but only for a moment. Something slightly heavy dropped in his lower belly and, instinctively, he covered it with his hand. All this time, his dick was shooting like crazy, making him gasp in pleasure without even touching the thing.
He collapsed on the bed, completely wasted. Lying on one side, he could see Xana moving about. Seth and cum poured out of his ass, but it was his full belly making him still feel pleasure. His dick twitched and twitched, needy like a fucking bastard.
The snakeman stopped by the edge of the bed and began caressing his forehead. "You did very well, Riordan. My son is now in your care."
"I will take care of him," he whispered. It was insane, but there was something like love flooding his system as he cradled his lower belly. The inflation caused by the heavy pumping from earlier began to ease, and his fingers could tell there was something inside now. Did Tasha feel the same? They hadn't had the chance to talk, and now they were both pregnant. Maybe that asshole of a master of his would finally allow him to talk to a friend.
Xana kissed his temple and then shoved his cock between his lips. Riordan didn't protest. The ache in his body was giving in as he sucked the seth. Unlike other times, when the fucker would have just shoved his cock down his throat, Xana stood still, just feeding him to make it all better.
He had to look like a mess, oozing cum from his dick, Xana's cum from his ass, and sucking on that monster cock shamelessly. When his mouth was finally let free, he felt drops of seth on his face. Xana used his cock to spread it all over. By the smell, it wasn't only seth, though. The fucker was giving him a facial.
"Xana," he called, a bit alarmed, "I don't know too much about caring for the egg." He hated how subservient his voice sounded, but he couldn't help it. It felt as if he was living for somebody else.
"Kyle will help you. You just need to rest now."
"But," Riordan tried to protest, and showed his still swollen cock. "What I'm supposed to be about this?"
Xana smirked and wrapped his tail promptly around his cock. Right away, he started to pump it. Riordan arched his back off the bed and shouted obscenities while his cock kept shooting. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he was what he feared now, a walking carrying pouch for a snakeman's egg, but he couldn't tell pain from pleasure anymore. He came and came until he fell, exhausted, on the bed. The last thing he registered before drifting to sleep was Xana's soothing caress on his lower belly.
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