Alien Boyfriend Seitulmor (complete)

    For the last few years, you’ve been an intern on the Mars Hospitality Housing Project or MHHP. About a decade ago, an alien race seeking asylum from their own destroyed world, came and landed on Mars, which had similar conditions to their own world. It was a struggle for years between them and Earth. It had all seemed ridiculous to you, that Earth felt it had any claim on the unused planet. Finally, right around the time, you had entered your engineering program, you were assigned MHHP.

    For the last few years, you’ve been fine tuning designs and aspects for the housing project going up on Mars. Earth had agreed to help the aliens, known as Ceilks, to rebuild, as long as they allowed humans to cohabitate with them, for research purposes.

    A few months ago, you had put in an application to go to Mars. There, you could work directly on the project rather than shooting ideas back and forth and never knowing the results first hand. Not very long ago you learned that your application was accepted. For the last few weeks, you have been preparing for the trip. You finally have everything ready and have been loaded onto the ship with some of your colleagues.

    One on Mars, you step into the biodome that has been set up. Terraforming was one of the first projects sent to Mars, so it was quite lush and beautiful. It looked rather wild inside with the comingling of Earth and Ceilk flora. You’re taken to the ‘Human Camp’ where you’re set up in a small, cinder block like building to live while construction continues.

    As you’re unpacking, and getting the dorm like place hospitable, there is a knock at your door. You go and answer, seeing first merely a stomach and chest. You step outside, staring up at the figure above you. It was a Ceilk. 

    Ceilks are all born intersex, both female and male, they chose what to be called as they grew up. The one standing above you was huge, more so than you had prepared for. They had broad shoulders and thick arms. Their hands had three fingers per hand, ending in globe like fingertips. They had two sets of legs, one set coming from the front, and the other directly behind them, creating a gentle slope to the back which made their stature look regal. Their skin is a dark silvery blue, almost like the surface of water.

    You notice that one on of the legs is a prosthetic, you also see that one of the hands is a cybernetic implant as well. Looking up, you see that the top half of their head is encased in a metal, helmet-like contraption. There is a single, glowing circle in the center, serving as its eyes. The helmet juts back into rabbit-ear antenna that twitch and blink. The helmet comes down on either side of the jaw in big circles. The only thing of this Celik's face you see is their mouth. They have surprisingly human lips, the bottom is exceptionally thick and pierced through the center with a glowing ring. The top lip has a triangle shape. The tip going under the helmet where a nose must be. The corners curl down into small tendrils that tuck under the chin.

    “Hi,” you finally gasp, realizing you have been staring too long. “I uhm...hi.” You wave, unsure what this is about.

    They chuckle, a grin spreading their lips. “Hi,” they reply back. Their voice is shockingly masculine and deep. “I’m Dr. Seitulmor,” they reply. 

    “Oh,” you gasp. “Oh!” You reach out, shaking their hand. “It’s an honor!” You gaze up at them. Dr. Seitulmor was the leader of MHHP for the Ceilk. He was their head engineer and was exceedingly brilliant. You admired his work so much, he had been the reason you wanted to work directly on Mars. 

    He pulls his hand away, shaking as if trying to rid it of something. “Yes,” he says, a low growl in their voice. “Did you forget your manners?”

    You stare up at him. “I’m sorry?”

    He scoffs. “They didn’t educate you?” He shakes his head. “Ceilk don’t shake hands,” he replies. “We consider it rude to touch when you’re unacquainted. Instead, we bow or nod.”

    “I’m so sorry!” You wrench in fear you’ve offended your new boss.

    “Don’t make it about you,” he says. “Just learn and move on.” He hands you a folder filled with papers. “Everything you’ll need for this mission is in there. Maps, information, the people you’ll be working with, and the guidelines.”

    You flip through the folder then glance up at Seitulmor. “Thank you,” you reply. “I do really look forward to working with you. I have to admit I’ve been quite a fan of your work.”

    “Don’t be,” he says, shocking you. “It’s gotten us nowhere so far, and it doesn’t seem to impress anyone back where you came from.” He sneers, curling his lip up where you see his shark-like teeth.

    Seitulmor’s antenna twitch, going to one side and he turns his head. “I’ll trust you to learn this place on your own,” he says and looks back to you. The lens that serves as his eye narrows and blinks. “Don’t expect special treatment here.” He walks away, leaving you feeling a touch confused and embarrassed.

    You go over the folder Seitulmor gave you. Seeing that you can go to the main cafeteria to get food, or you could order and have it delivered. For your first night you order, and a few minutes later, a drone delivers your meal.

    The next day, you go to the main building where you take an elevator to the top floor. Up there, you see several large screens where humans and Ceilks are working. They’re sketching and creating, forming ideas on these massive screens. 

    “Good, you’re here,” Seitulmor says as he walks onto the floor. He thrusts a tablet into your hands. “Go through this, follow me,” he says, his tone clipped and abrasive. You’re nearly jogging as you try to keep up with him. He walks around, going over designs and ideas from the groups at their screens. He then leaves, stepping into the elevator.

    You’re huffing and puffing, having tried to keep up with him.

    “So what do you think?” He asks.

    You gulp down a breath and look at him. “I uhm,” you scroll back through and hand him the tablet. “This design is-”

    He chuckles. “What? You think it’s sufficient?”

    “No,” you shake your head. “I think it’s awful,” you balk. “Look at this,” you zoom in and point. “There is no way this can maintain the level of activity you need it to. Sure it look pretty but it’s not cohesive, and the layout is a jumbled mess. The floors are too small, especially if you’re designing them for Ceilks.”

    Seitulmor smirks. “You noticed that?”

    You glance back up at him. “I mean-”

    “Your kind think it’s a brilliant design,” he says. “They say it’s compact and minimalistic.  elegant solution for our problem.” He sneers and clicks his tongue.

    “It’s...not,” you reply. “It’s a cheap solution. I mean, super cheap. It’s downright criminal how many corners they want to cut with this design.”

    Seitulmor smiles at you, showing his sharp teeth. “I’m glad you see it. When I saw that ‘hard to work with’ was written on your file, I was hoping you’d be fun.”

    You flinch, and your eyes widen. “Excuse me?” 

    Seitulmor laughs and his antenna flick up and down. “The file that came with your application,” he replies. “Some of your supervisors had written in you were hard to work with. They said you combative.”

    You frown and face forward.

    “I like that,” Seitulmor replies. “It’s the whole reason I brought you up here.” The elevator doors swing open, and he walks out. You follow behind him into a special lab.

    “I don’t expect this to be a cheap venture,” Seitulmor replies. “And I know doing it as cheaply as possible may be a must. But I find it extremely offensive how much they’re willing to cut.” He taps on a large screen which shows an entire city plan.

    “This is what you and I will be working on,” he says. “I need you to help me guide your supervisors to this vision. Will you help me?”

You look up at the plan, going over the aspects and fine-tuned details that Seitulmor has planned to the most intricate detail. You look up at him and smile. “Yes.”

Seitulmor holds his hand out, and you cautiously take it. He squeezes your palm hard, shaking it. “I don’t mean this to sound as villainous as it seems,” he chuckles.

“Really? I was rather enjoying it,” you grin.

You continue to work closely with Seitulmor. You use your influence to sway some of the others, guiding them towards the vision that Seitulmor has for the new Ceilk city. You spend hours, sometimes days, with Seitulmor in his office. You both labor over designs, new and old, trying to get them to fit into Seitulmor’s vision.

You wake up on the desk one evening, rubbing your eyes and groaning. “Oh crap,” you grumble.

“Alive?” Seitulmor sets down a steaming cup in front of you. 

You sigh, rubbing your eyes. “I am so sorry,” you grumble as you take a drink of the dark brew in the cup.

“Nonsense,” Seitulmor says, moving aside the plans you were working on when you fell asleep. “I find it endearing.”

You look up at him and sigh. “Really?”

“Back home,” he sighs and touches his cybernetic hand. “Never mind.”

You shake your head. “No, go on.”

Seitulmor frowns and the corner of his mouth twitches. “Falling asleep in front of someone shows absolute trust. It’s almost a romantic gesture.”

Your cheeks burn. “Oh,” you gasp, your heart begins to hammer. Certainly, working so closely with Seitulmor you had grown close to him. Maybe once or twice, you had dreamed something silly, even something lewd. You glance back up at him as your heart hammers.

Seitulmor turns, and his antenna droop down. “It’s ok if you didn’t intend that.” He clutches his cybernetic hand to his chest.

“I mean that’s not what I meant,” you say. “But-” you reach out, touching his arm. “Were you hoping?”

He turns, looking at you with his one large eye. “I would rather not answer that.”

You smile softly. “I do have feelings for you,” you confess. You take his cybernetic hand and squeeze it.

“I’m incomplete,” he growls. “During the war, I was ripped to pieces,” he snarls. “I’m disgusting.”

You frown at him. “No,” you stand on tiptoe to touch his cheek. You brush your fingers along his lips, and he leans down, kissing your fingers. “I think you’re lovely.”

He touches your face, and he sighs. “No, you are.”

Your cheeks burn, and you look down. Your too big breasts, your fat belly, not to mention the own scars you carry. “I uhm-”

Seitulmor bends down, kissing the top of your head and sighing. “I never thought I would be attracted to a human,” he says. “But I am drawn to you. I desire your mind, your body,” he whispers. “I feel I may have imprinted myself upon you.”

You look up at him, tilting your chin up as you meet his lips. He kisses softly at first, parting his lips as his long tongue curls around yours. You moan softly as he parts, and you smile gently. 

“Oh wow,” you chuckle softly. 

Seitulmor squeezes your hand. “I would like to invite you to my place,” he says. “Just to talk, if you’d like.”

You nod. “Ok,” you agree.

You follow him to his apartment at the top floor of the main building. The ceilings are high, and most of the furniture is low to the ground. You sit down in what you assume is a sofa, but it might as well be a bed with tons of pillows on it.

Seitulmor pours drinks and walks back over to you. Joining you. As he sits, his legs tuck underneath him like a cat. He hands you a drink, and inside you see a bubbling peach-colored liquid. 

You take a sip, feel it effervesce down your throat. “Oh wow,” your voice squeaks as you talk.

Seitulmor chuckles and takes a drink. “Perhaps it isn’t to human taste.”

You set the glass down. “It just feels weird going down my throat.”

Seitulmor’s finger touches your throat and caressing down. You shiver and bite back a smile. You look up to him, and he dips down, kissing you again. His kiss is strange, but you like it. He pulls back and sighs.

“I don’t want to push you into anything,” he says. “But I have to admit, I am terribly curious with human anatomy.”

You snort and chuckle. “Are you telling me you’d like to see me naked?”

He turns his head, and his antenna are jumping about. “Not exactly.”

You place your arm over your chest. “To be honest, I’m not confident with how I look without clothes,” you murmur.

“I wouldn’t know a difference,” Seitulmor admits. “You’d be my first human. And to me, it would be the epitome of beauty.”

Your cheeks burn, and you slowly strip away your clothes. Your breasts sag without your bra. Your belly bares stretch marks. You place your palms on your thighs, trying to hide the self-harm scars there.

Seitulmor’s hands touch you. He strokes down your arms then he cups your breasts in each palm. His breath shudders for a moment as his fingers brush against your puffy nipples. His lips part and his long, dark green tongue slips out. He leans in, licking your neck and between your breasts. He gropes your boobs, smashing them around his long tongue.

You grunt, feeling strange yet growing more aroused. You touch his arms as his tongue writhes between your breasts. You notice he’s salivating more and more. He then pulls up, his tongue dripping with a vicious sticky liquid. He pants, tongue hanging out.

“Seitulmor?” You look up at him with a heady gaze.

He rubs his fingertip to your lips. “Show me,” he growls.

You swallow, not quite understanding him, but you lay on your back and spreading your legs. You reach down, touching yourself and realizing you’ve grown wet. You touch yourself while Seitulmor watches, his breath getting faster and deeper. His tongue hangs out further, and he presses a finger to your folds. You whimper, rubbing your clit as the sphere tip of his finger inches inside. 

You gasp and twitch, your leg kicking as his finger pops inside.

“Ah-” Seitulmor gasps. “I see.” He pushes his finger deeper and you whimper. It’s been so long since you had sex, you might as well be a virgin. To be honest, you had felt aroused by another person like this ever.

Seitulmor’s finger moves inside you, and he slowly pulls it out. He then eases between your legs and his tongue swirls around your mound. You hiccup and whimper, arching your back as his tongue forms a coil and pushes inside you.

“Oh fuck-” you growl. He felt so big inside you, and that was just his tongue. Or...was it just a tongue?

Seitulmor snarls and growls as he thrusts his tongue inside you. He rolls his neck, twisting his tongue this way and that. You whimper and gasp, writhing on the pillows as he moves within you.

Seitulmor’s hands roam your body, clutching your breasts and petting your belly. His antenna sway and bob, the tip flashing bright lights.

You grunt, feeling a pulse in your belly. It grows, becoming like an electric shock. It grows and spreads, going through your limbs and down to your toes. The arches of your feet ache and your mouth parts and widens as you wail in pleasure. You reach down, clutching his head, pushing him down deeper. His tongue thrusts and throbs inside you. The sticky liquid squirts from your folds, he’s been filling you this entire time.

Seitulmor snarls and slurps, he hisses and sighs as his body goes limp. He stays there for a long time, breathing heavy as his tongue slowly starts to spill from inside you. You groans as he sits up, his tongue still hanging from his lips.

“What was that?” You pant, eyelashes still fluttering.

Seitulmor slurps his tongue back into his mouth. “A fucking treat.”

You giggle softly, reaching down and touching yourself, feeling the vicious goo as it flows from you. You then point to his mouth. “Is that...your cock?” You ask.

Seitulmor smirks. He opens his mouth, placing his fingers onto his tongue. “This isn’t just my mouth,” he purrs. “It’s also my cock and my pussy, as you humans call them.”

Your face burns red hot as he dips down, kissing you softly. “It is how we show our love,” he whispers to you. “Whether it is gentle and comforting. Or if it is to mate and share our bodies.” He strokes his lips and sighs. “The parts might not have matched up, but I am extremely pleased that our experiment had great results.”

You look up at him as he poses above you. “Love?”

He smirks at you. “Or fun.” He tugs down his lip, and you wonder if he’s showing off. “Personally,” he starts as he climbs over top of you, “I only want to use it for the former.”

You loop your arms around his neck, kissing him. “Me too,” you whisper to him.

Seitulmor kisses you again, and he lays on top of you. He’s heavy, but it feels nice. “I’m glad,” he whispers. “Being with you has been one of the best experiences of my life. Ever since the war, I’ve not had much to look forward to in my life. Thank you for coming into it.”

You smile and hug him. “I’m glad. Thank you for bringing me here.”