Alien Boyfriend: Biqri (complete)

The salon where you work is down the street from an office building, so you get a lot of repeat customers from there. You’re not sure exactly what they do, but whatever it is, a lot of them need your services. 

You’ve been working as a massage therapist for a while now. You considered a lot of jobs out of school, but you always wanted to do something with your hands in a career that helps people. All your life you had been helped, and now you want to give back. You were born blind, and you never considered it an issue. Sure, there are hiccups now and again, but you’ve dealt with it your whole life, and it’s normal.

You do so well getting around at work that a few of your coworkers have only recently figured out you’re blind. Most of the time, you wear shades or glasses that cover your eyes, and your blindness never really comes up naturally in conversation. You generally don’t say anything until your coworkers start talking about a movie, because you can’t comment on an actor’s face, but you can certainly say whether you think their voice is annoying or not.

One afternoon, your boss calls you into the office. She sounds urgent, and you hear some of your coworkers whispering as you walk in.

“Is something wrong?” you start out, wondering if you forgot to do something the previous day.

“No.” Your boss thinks for a moment. “Not exactly.” She sighs, and you can hear her sit down. “We’ve got a new client coming in. They’re from the office across the street, and they were referred to us.” She clears her throat. “The thing is, it will be our first extraterrestrial client.”

“Oh!” you gasp. “So you want me to work with them because they’re weird-looking?”

Your boss sputters and tries to collect herself. “No! Of course not! That’s not-” She stops and clears her throat again. “Some of the others are nervous about it. After all, their anatomy must be different, and-”

“I don’t mind.” You stop her before she keeps trying to weave herself through semantics. “I can take them on. It may just take a couple of sessions until I get to understand them and their needs.”

She lets out a relieved sigh. “Okay, good. Their appointment is set at three. If anything changes, I will let you know.”

You smile for her. “Thanks. I look forward to the challenge.”

The rest of the day goes by uneventfully, just the usual grind. Before three, you’ve got the room set up and are waiting for the new client. You’ve heard about some of the aliens showing up in town. Apparently the office building has more going on than you assumed. You’ve always been curious to meet an alien, and you’ve always wondered if they deal with things like you do. Do they see differently than humans? What if they rely on other senses? You are excited to get to know this new client. Maybe they would be able to tell you something.

At three there is a knock on your door. “Come on in.”

The door opens slowly, and you listen close for the sounds of clothes shifting and shoes clacking. Instead you hear something like the whisper of fur against the floor.

“Hello.” The voice is timid, yet surprisingly deep. “I’m here for the three o’clock session.” They come into the room, and you can feel the warmth radiating from them. “I was told you would be working with me.” Their speech sounds stilted and unsure, as if they are still getting used to the language.

“That’s right,” you answer with a nod. “It’s very nice to meet you.” You introduce yourself and hold out your hand, then quickly take it back.  “Sorry, do you shake? Is there is a proper way you’d want to be greeted?”

“A handshake is… fine,” they say. “I’m Biqri.”

You hold out your hand again, and Biqri’s hand covers your completely. It’s warm and soft like satin, with strange ridges down the fingers. There is also soft fur along the back of the hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you. Take a seat - I just want to ask you a few questions before we get started with anything.” You close the door, then turn on the aromatherapy diffuser. 

“Is there something wrong?” Biqri asks. You hear the chair squeak and grind as he sits down. Is he that big?

You smile brightly for him and take your own seat. “Not at all. It’s just that I have never worked with an extraterrestrial before, and I want to make sure I take care of you properly while we work together. Since today is your first visit there will be a learning curve.”

“I thought as much.” Biqri’s voice trembles slightly. 

“It’s okay to be nervous,” you comfort him. “Now, tell me, what’s the issue you’ve come here for?”

Biqri fidgets in his seat, and the chair squeaks more. “I’ve been having pain in my neck and shoulders for a while now. Recently, my back has started to hurt in the same fashion. I’ve been told it’s the gravity of earth and that, perhaps, I should take care of the compression by visiting one of your ‘touch stations’.”

“Touch stations?” you ask.

Biqri grumbles softly. “On my home, it is the equivalent. Touch is needed to stimulate the body and make it stronger. Since being here, I have had… issues.”

You tilt your chin up a bit more. “That’s fascinating. So getting massages would actually build up your strength so you can withstand our gravity?”

“Yes,” Biqri answers. “But therein lies the issue. I have been afraid.”

“Are humans scary to you?” you ask, intending to be gentle.

Biqri huffs. “No. In fact, my kind finds humans very beautiful. My fear stems from, well… my own visage.”

You smile at Biqri. You already find him charming, and even adorable. “I like you so far,” you say. “If that helps.”

Biqri chuffs. “You don’t have to be kind.”

“I don’t have to, but it’s nice, isn't it?” You stand up again, then motion to the table. “Do you need some privacy while you get comfortable?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.” His voice cracks.

You fetch some towels and lay them out for him. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” You leave him to get comfortable. 

A little while later, you return and knock on the door. “You ready, Biqri?”

“Ye-yes,” Biqri chirps.

You walk in and step towards the table. “Are you comfortable?” you ask. You go to the sink, using warm water to heat up your hands, then get the oil and everything ready and place the tray beside the bed.

Biqri grunts. “I was worried the table would be too small, but it’s fine.”

For a moment you wonder to yourself how it could be too small - it’s one of the bigger tables in the whole salon. How big is Biqri? Well, you’re about to find out.

“I’m going to start. If anything feels wrong or you become uncomfortable, let me know.” You place your hand where your think his shoulder should be, and you feel something hard and covered in downy fluff. You move your hand down, feeling another shoulder-like appendage that ends in an arm. You reach across his back, which feels smooth like satin. His back tenses, and the muscles all flex. You find the center of his back, lined with ridges that trail down to a tail at the base of his spine.

Biqri grunts, and his back continues to tense.

“Is everything okay?” you ask as you cup oil in your palm. “Are my hands too cold?”

Biqri doesn’t make a sound. Instead there is a rumbling that sounds like an engine idling. You rub the oil into his back, and the sound vibrates through your palms. You rub his back, discovering him like uncharted territory. He’s massive, that’s for certain. You’ve never worked with so much landscape before. His body is exceptionally responsive, and you find him turning into putty the more you touch him. The ridges on his back also start to straighten - perhaps his spine is already relaxing.

As the session comes to an end you place your palms on his lower back. “Before everything comes to a close, I want to make sure I haven’t missed anything.”

“It’s over?” he gasps. “But you just started!”

You smile brightly. “That’s quite the compliment, but the hour is almost over, I’m afraid.”

Biqri huffs. “Can I extend it? I’ll pay you anything.”

“I’m afraid I can’t extend it today - but I can schedule you for a long session at another time.” You run a towel down his back to mop up the excess oil. “I’ll leave so you can get changed. Afterwards, we’ll get you another appointment.”

Biqri schedules a two-hour appointment with you every Monday for the following six weeks. Each time your work with him, he opens up a little bit more. You enjoy the visits, and look forward to seeing him.

Biqri is working as a researcher for his homeland, studying Earth and sending reports back. He has one such report coming up - he has yet to complete it, and he’s been voicing how worried he is about it.

“I’m scared, if I am honest,” he tells you. “This is an important report. If I can’t finish it, I’ll be sent back, and despite my own anxieties I don’t want to leave.”

“Well, what is it?” you ask gently. “Is it something I can help you with?”

“N-no!” he yelps. “I’d be mortified!”

“Is it something embarrassing?” you ask. “Something medical?” You continue to massage his back, feeling his muscles ripple and tense. “You’d be surprised at how little shame I have.”

Biqri grunts. “I couldn’t. It’d be asking for too much from you, and I actually… well… I care about you.”

Your heart sputters, and you bite your cheek. This is highly unprofessional, but you’ve come to see Biqri as more than an ordinary client. “Well, maybe if you share, I can help you figure it out.”

“I don’t want to offend you,” Biqri grumbles.

“Try me.” You give his shoulders an extra squeeze.

Biqri huffs and fidgets under your grasp. “Please, don’t hate me - but I have to perform a mating ritual with a human.”

Your hands still.

“To see what it’s like, to understand human anatomy and how it relates to ours. But it’s… how can I when I look so disgusting? No one would want to touch me in such a way, and it’s so personal. How can I research-” He stops himself and whimpers.

“So, you need to have sex with a human?” You smooth your palms down his back. “Any human?”

Biqri grunts.

“I can see why you’d be nervous. Sex is weird, and intimately so.” You smile to yourself. “But you aren’t disgusting, Biqri. Trust me. I’ve been touching you for weeks now, and I think your body is beautiful. It’s warm, and it feels strong. Your skin is luxurious, and when you make that rumbling noise it’s very cute.”

Biqri shifts. “You… you think so?”

You nod. “But I must confess something - I cannot tell whether your appearance is lovely or not. I can only say you’re attractive because of the person you are and what I have felt.” You touch your temples. “I can’t see. Never could, never will.”

“Oh,” Biqri gasps. “You can’t see me.”

You hold up your hands. “I can if you’ll let me.”

Biqri’s hand guides yours to his face. You feel something soft, and then the hard ridge of his jawline. He has strange ridges up his face, and soft lips. His nose is flat, with slits for nostrils, and his eyes are wide-set and large. There is a bone jutting from his forehead in a line leading to a tufted point.

“I can’t say for sure, but...” You smile. “I think you’re lovely.”

You feel four hands on you, two on your waist and two more on your shoulders. “Thanks. That… that makes me feel better.”

“If you want,” you whisper nervously, “I’ll help you with your report, but on one condition.”

Biqri whimpers. “You don’t have to.”

“I wouldn’t be able to continue our work relationship,” you warn him. “But if we meet personally, I would be willing to touch you intimately more often.”

Biqri gulps. “You mean-?”

“Walk home with me,” you whisper. “I’ll show you.”

You take Biqri home with you and show him to your bedroom. Your bed squeaks as he sits down and you take off your clothes.

“What do you need for your report?” you ask. As you take off your bra, you feel two of Biqri’s hands cup your breasts. You chuckle softly and press yourself into his large palms. “Biqri, I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.”

“Whatever you’re willing to show me, I’ll make my report.” His palms move down, cupping your hips and stroking down your legs. 

You move closer to him, finding his lips and kissing them. Biqri’s hands squeeze around you as you climb into his lap.

“Touch between my thighs,” you pant.

You suck in a sharp breath as his fingers find your slit. “Easy, now,” you moan. Grinding against his fingers, you let him study you. “You’re pretty big,” you sigh. “You think you’ll fit?”

Biqri buries his face in the curve of your neck. “It’s so wet,” he moans.

You ease back, letting one of his fingers inside you. The ridges of his finger rub all the right spots inside you. “It means I’m ready. I’m aroused by you.”

Biqri swallows. “I’m ready, too.”

You hold up your hand. “Let me see.”

Biqri’s hand leads you down, and you touch something lava-hot. It’s curved and thicker in the middle, with soft ridges going down the sides. The head is tapered, and already a viscous, steaming liquid is oozing out.

“Big boy,” you chuckle. You move aside and lie down on the bed. “Come here.” You hold your arms open for him.

Biqri moves on top of you, and you pull him down to kiss him. Slowly, as his cock rubs your belly, you begin to move to guide him into place. Since the end isn’t as thick, you figure some of him will fit inside.

“Ready?” you whisper.

“Yes,” Biqri gasps. “I’ll be gentle.”

You place his tip against your folds and urge him to move forward. Inside you, he’s molten, turning you into ice cream on a hot summer day. He wriggles inside you. You yelp, then giggle as his shaft courses like a wave inside you.

“Is it bad?” Biqri gasps.

You shake your head. “Don’t stop, don’t-” You throw your head back. “Biqri!”

His four hands stroke down your body. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t stop.”

His cock moves faster inside you, churning you up in such a way you can barely breathe. Your back arches off the bed for a moment and you lose your breath. His hips don’t move, though he does sometimes change the angle of his body. His cock does all the work, sometimes moving in a wave, or pulsing like a jackhammer. At one point it rakes up and down like a tongue flapping. It feels so strange and new, but it is amazing.

Biqri’s four hands are a treat as well. Not one part of you gets ignored. He touches your breasts, your thighs. He squeezes your hips and digs his fingers into your ass. You kiss his fingertips, and one presses onto your tongue for you to suck on. Soon, you grow lightheaded and dizzy. 

You bite down on his finger, and a low, dangerous growl rolls from Biqri’s lips. “You’re squeezing so tight.” It sounds like a warning. “Is this right? Is this good?”

You hold his hands, squeezing his palms as his heat travels through your body. You feel sparks in your head that shoot through every nerve. Crying out in passion, your body surges. Biqri snarls, his cock going stiff inside you. There is a flood of white-hot heat that only cools as it dribbles from your lips and around his shaft.

The room feels steamy and hot, and you’re melting as Biqri lays beside you. Both of you are gasping and panting, and eventually you start to giggle.

“I wish I could have seen that,” you tease. You roll over, kissing until your find his lips. “Are you okay?”

Biqri purrs. “I’ve never felt that way before.”

You snuggle up to him. “If you need to study more for the report, I fully understand. I am your willing and able test subject.”

“I don’t want a test subject.” His four hands are all on your body again. “I want a mate.”

You sigh softly. “I can live with that.” You pet down his chest. “I was hoping for that anyway.”

“I can’t believe such a beautiful creature wants me.” Biqri’s hands roam over your body. “Are you sure? Really sure?”

You take one of his hands and kiss the palm. “You’re so sweet and cute, of course I am. I’ve been falling more and more for you each time we meet. I just felt bad, since you were a client and I knew you needed my help.” You smile against his hand. “To me, you’re beautiful too.”

Biqri moves his hand away and kisses you.