The tail was now in his mouth, pushing in and out and filling him with that sweet gooey substance he both craved and abhorred. Xana's voice was strained, but steady.

"Etiquette demands that I don't copulate with you in public, but there's no law against feeding your bearer with enough seth to calm him down."

There was so much pleasure bursting through his skin right now. His eyes were rolling in his head and he had no more coherent thoughts. Without being touched, without being stimulated in his genital area, he soiled his pants. When Xana withdrew, he was crying, something he hadn't done since he was just a 5 year old brat.

He was overly conscious of the whispers around them, of the seth pouring from his mouth freely, down on his naked chest. The hair was gluing on his forehead and he was sticky between his legs. At the same time, he felt bereft while coming down from that shot like high. And, above all, Xana was looking at him like he was some comedic act.

"You bastard," he murmured, willing his tears to stop.

"Watch your tongue, or I can arrange to have it cut," Xana said slowly, but his eyes were still laughing. "Now, stand up. We need to see some important people."

"I need the bathroom first. And some clothes," he trembled as he tried to recollect himself.

"No." The beautiful alien shook his head. "I told you, you're the only one to blame for your shame."

"You want me to parade around like this? Won't it reflect badly on you?"

"Why would it? I'm not the inferior creature who cannot rein in his base desires. Everyone will think I showed you mercy. I should have set an example."

"What could be worse than this?" Riordan complained, while trying the get rid of the goo on his body with both his hands.

"I could have had you bent over and have some sex toys brought over to stimulate you. You're lucky I don't want anyone looking at your behind. I find it lovely and it's mine only. But it will do you good to show off my seth."

"So you make me take a walk of shame like a whore because I don't like licking your boots like these idiots around here?"

"I have no boots," Xana said, frowning.

"It's a figure of speech, asshole."

"I see. Can I offer you something else instead? You can always lick the tip of my tail. It loves both your mouth and your ass."

"Stop talking about your tail like it's a thing."

"You have so much to learn, my beautiful bearer. Now up on your feet. I'm starting to lose my patience and there's plenty of seth to feed you again. There might be a few who didn't hear you scream in pleasure the first time."

"Alright." Riordan stood up and set his eyes on the carpet, with his hands balled into fists and set stubbornly to the sides. "After you, master," he said scathingly.

"No, please, I'll be right behind you."

The alien rested a hand on his shoulder and guided him out of the room. By the time they were out, Riordan was certain every punk in the room had laughed on his account. A glimpse in one of the large mirrors let him know he did look like a total prostitute.

tbc