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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."