Alien Boyfriend Iex (complete)

    The day started with your usual routine. You watered your greenhouse, the lavender garden, had a cup of tea with your breakfast, and then you did your usual tarot reading. As you lay out your cards, you’re surprised by the message you see. You usually just did a simple reading for yourself to see how the day will go. But these cards had quite a day for you. You felt like you were reading them wrong, but you rarely do. They told you that today, your love was in the stars. 

    “Ok guys, not funny,” you huff as you pick up the cards and shuffle them before neatly placing them back into the velvet bag. “Love in the stars,” you scoff and giggle to yourself. “I guess my new lover is gonna shoot down on a comet?” You cackle as you return to your work.

    You had to admit though, romance had been on your mind as of late. Recently, a few of your friends had started dating some seriously, another was getting married, and one of your siblings announced they were having a kid. You had been pondering the idea of whipping up a love spell to attract someone, but then you laughed that off as you being silly. Still, it showed up in the tarot cards it must mean it’s weighing heavy on you. You can’t escape that. 

    Looking in the mirror you see nothing wrong, sure, you’re prematurely greying. Your hair is getting more and more silver by the day. But that’s in fashion now anyway, so who cares? You’re pretty, at least you think so. Tall and willowy, your mom always said you were born to be a seventies supermodel. Too bad you were quite a few decades off from that.

    You sigh, pinching your cheeks in punishment for even doubting yourself a little bit. Just because fish weren’t biting didn’t mean you were one delicious slab of bait. Probably a bad way to word that, but the point stands, fish are dumb.

    Your work keeps you busy, you maintain a greenhouse so you can sell herbs and other small plants. The lavender was your main cash crop, and it was close to harvesting season. You had grown the stuff since you were a kid, having taken over the farm from your grandmother who had gotten it from her grandmother. These lavender plants were your heirloom, and you treated the field like your baby. Once harvesting was done and you sold everything, it was more than enough to get you through the rest of the year. The greenhouse was mostly for you, your vegetables and supplies for the year, but you kept extras for your customers. 

    That evening you’re enjoying the crisp air and the scent of the lavender as you sit on your porch. You have a cup of tea in one hand and a ratty romance novel in the other. You enjoy the comedy aspect of the romance novel, as well as the overdramatic cover. You have probably a hundred of them in your bedroom. Probably less of an irony now and more of a complete hobby.

    As you’re reading, you notice something from the corner of your eye. You see bright lights coming down from the sky and landing beyond the lavender field. You see the lights swirling and flashing, spiraling like a tornado before the area goes completely dark again. You stand there, holding your breath as you hear something puff and grind. 

    You step off your porch, seeing something walking from the distance. It has a faint reddish glow to it. You rub your eyes, for a moment wondering if the pot you smoked at lunch is still having an effect on you.

    “Oh god, I’m still fucking high aren’t I?” I grumble to yourself. You look back up, seeing the figure is now walking through your lavender.

    “Hey!” You bark at it. “Get out of there! You’re walking on my plants!” You rush out to them, your fear and doubt vanishing over your hatred of losing any crop or money. Let alone the disrespect you feel. 

    “I don’t care what sky mother sent you! You get out!” You come upon them, staring up at the strange creature that is now standing before you. Your fear and doubt come back as you look at it. Unsure of what it is, all you can assume is that it’s an alien. It’s tall and thin with a large dome-shaped head that goes out in the back. It has large black-blue eyes that look down at you, your reflection gleams inside. Their body looks like latex pulled tight over an odd skeleton. It’s purple and red, shimming and glossy. Their chest glows as well as the palms of their hands and their thighs. Their teeth are exposed, and they go up in a strange arch along the jaw.

    “Oh,” you whisper as you gaze up at them. “Muh-my mistake,” you take a step back, and the alien grabs you. They pull you close and tilt your head back and to the side. They inch close, their breath on your skin and then their tongue is in your ear. You scream and squirm, but for some even worse reason, it feels good.

    The alien lets you go, and you jump away from it, cupping your hand over your assaulted ear. “Ok! What the fuck was that?” You snap.

    The alien looks at you and sniffs. “Not exactly a probe, but pretty much a probe,” the alien sighs. “I only needed to do it once so chill out.”

    Your eyes widen. “You speak English?”

    He shrugs, “Sure, whatever the hell it is you’re speaking.” He licks the heel of his hand. “Oh god, that taste.”

    You touch your ear. “Yeah, ear wax is a bummer.”

    He scoffs and looks at you again, his eyes narrowing and a low growl vibrates in his throat.

    “What are you doing here?” You ask. “I mean-” you fidget, not exactly sure how to talk to an extraterrestrial.

    “Emergency landing,” he says. “My ship malfunctioned, now I have to wait to be rescued from this-” he reaches down, grabbing a fistful of lavender and yanking it from the ground. “This purple shit.”

    You glare at him, feeling a deep, unending rage. You rear back, slapping his hand and taking your lavender back. “You may not be from here but show some fucking decorum!” You snap.

    His eyes widen at you. “And they said humans were ignorant and blatant,” he huffs. “Good to know rumors are true.”

    “You crash landed in my yard, and all you can do is be rude?” You huff. 

    His tongue licks across his teeth. “I suppose so.” He walks forward, going past you and up onto your porch.

    “Excuse me?” You snap at him.

    “You’re excused.” He picks up the romance novel you were reading and flips through the pages. “My god that’s stupid.”

    You rush up on your porch just as he’s eating your cookies. “Make yourself at home, why don’t you?” You snarl sarcastically at him.

    He thrusts the cookie tin at you. “More of these then,” he says. 

    You scowl at him, and he slowly pulls the tin back. “What are you doing?” You say slowly to him.

    “Making myself at home,” he replies. “I can’t go anywhere until the rescue team comes.”

    “And how long will that be?” You growl.

    He tilts his head and looks to the sky. “Not sure what you consider time here. Your hours and days make sense, but your yearly calendar is odd to me. It took me five years to get here so maybe that long for the rescue.”

    “Five years-” you hold your mouth shut. “And you expect me to just open my doors for you?” You huff.

    “If you don’t your so-called government will have a field day with me. They’ll probably want to examine me and where I landed.” He looks out over your garden and clicks his tongue. “All those big, heavy, military issued combat boots tramping through your garden.” He shakes his issue. “Such a shame.”

    I groan and shake your head. “Ok, ok, geez,” you sigh. “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

    “You think I like this situation?” He says. “Trust me, I’d rather be anywhere else.”

    You frown at him. “Then what’s your name?”

    He looks down at you. “You wouldn’t be able to pronounce my name. But you can call me Iex.” He holds out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

    You take his hand, shaking it before he pulls it away. He continues to eat all the cookies in your tin.

    You set him up in the basement where you have your living room set up. You’re not sure if he sleeps or not, but you pull out the sofa for him. You’re not sure how you’re going to survive five years of this.

    Luckily, he’s not the normal overly curious alien they like to put in movies. The probe he did to you must have taught him all he needed to know. He seemed to enjoy showers and water though, he was always in the bathroom, bathing himself or lounging in a hot tub. 

    Anything with sugar he enjoyed too. In fact, one day you came downstairs to find him at the kitchen table, eating from a one pound bag of sugar with a spoon. It was probably the strangest thing he had done while staying with you, and that was saying a lot. 

    He’s pretty sarcastic and has a way with backhanded compliments. You’re not sure he’s doing it on purpose or if that’s how aliens just talk.

    “Your garden is lovely,” he says.

    “Awe thanks,” you reply, always so proud of your efforts.

    He huffs. “It’d look better if you watered it more.”

    You look at him. “I...I guess?” You’re not sure if he’s being rude or helpful, so you just ignore him for the most part. Even if you don’t quite understand him, it is nice to have someone around the house, because, for the most part, you’re alone. 

    One afternoon as you’re coming in from the garden, you see the bathroom door is open. You hear rushing water coming from inside and steam if pouring out. You scoff and roll your eyes, stomping into the bathroom.

    “Ok, Iex, that is enough!” You snap. “You can’t keep wasting my water like this how can you-” you see him in the stall, one arm braced against the wall while the other is stroking something coming from between his legs. You watch him, listening to his deep guttural moans.

    He turns his head back at you. “Get out!” He snarls, breathing low and moaning.

    You bite your lip and swallow. “Are you ok?”

    He turns towards you grabbing you and pulling you into the shower. She slams you against the wall. Hot water rains down on you, soaking your clothes and making them stick to your skin. He pants and growls as he looks at you. 

    “Do you have any idea what I have to put up with here?” he growls. “Your pheromones all over the place? I have no way to cope with them.”

    “I don’t put them out there, jerk!” You huff. “Let me go!”

    He growls, leaning down and sniffing along your neck. You moans softly as he touches your skin.

    “Let me go,” you sigh. “Iex-” you grunt. “Were you jerking off to me?”

    He looks up at you. “I was relieving stress!” 

    You look down, seeing the flat space between his legs has opened, and from inside a long, glowing appendage is jutting out. It’s dripping all over, oozing a viscous fluid. You touch it, rubbing your palm along the top. Iex doubles over, moaning loudly and rutting to your hand.

    “Don’t-” he tries to catch his breath. “Don’t do that!”

    You curl your fingers around his shaft, feeling bumps and ridges. It’s hot and the more you touch, the brighter it glows. Iex snarls, thrusting into your fist. You kiss his cheek and neck, and he cries out, biting them back and moaning.

    You giggle and pull back. “If you needed to unwind, you should have asked.” You pull back, stripping off your now wet clothes and standing naked in the shower with Iex.

    “You’re a jackass,” you pant as you take him back in your hand. “But I kind of like that.” You take him, rubbing him to your thigh as you kiss his neck at chest. His glows brighter, and he moans loudly. He touches you, dragging his strange, strong hands down your body. He squeezes your breasts, kneading them and watching the flesh squish between his fingers.

    “So soft,” he snarls.

    You bite your lip, taking his hand and guiding it between your thighs. “It feels better here.” You show him how to touch, letting him see how wet you’re getting. 

    “It’s hot,” his breath shudders. “And wet.” He rubs his long fingers there and then slowly eases them inside. “Yes!” He growls. “This is it.”

    You whimper as his fingers thrust inside you. “Easy!” You whimper. “Oh careful-” your legs tremble as he moves his fingers inside you.

    “This is what I want,” he snarls, and you notice he’s drooling. He licks his chops and teeth, and he turns you around, pushing you against the wall. You feel his strange sex rub against your ass. It’s hot and leaves sticky trails on your skin. 

    “I’ve been looking for this,” he snarls as he rubs against your slit.

    You mewl and gasp. “Iex,” you shiver. “Oh shit, wait-” you groan.

    He moans into your ear. “This is what I need,” he growls. “Give it to me,” he pants. 

    You glance over your shoulder at him. “And what do I get?”

    He grins wickedly. “If I’m right,” he chuckles, “and I’m never wrong, you’ll have me to pleasure you whenever you want.”

    You swallow, bouncing slightly to feel him more. It’s not a bad offer, but it still seems like he gets the better end of the stick. You ease back slowly, feeling his tip slip inside. He groans loudly, and you press back further, taking him inside you. It feels like he’s longer than before and glancing down, you see him glowing within you.

    Iex chuckles darkly into your ear. “This is it.” He pushes you forward again, and he wraps his hands around your hips. He pulls you back, thrusting you onto him. You cry out, feeling him so deep inside you. 

    Iex snarls and grunts, his voice getting louder and louder with each powerful arch of his hips. He drives deep inside you, hitting places you never knew existed. He glows from within, and you can see where he’s at inside you. The constant secretion of his cock builds up and starts to dribble from you and slide down your legs. 

    You feel the heat build within you, pooling in your belly. Your peak is close, the molten hot sensation is starting to rumble and spread. Any second now you’ll erupt like a volcano. You never expected your next orgasm would come from an alien.

    “I can feel it,” Iex snarls. “It’s coming,” his hand presses to your belly. “Let go,” he whispers in your ear. “I want to feel it.”

    You whimper and press against him. You cry out, arching your back and throwing your head against his shoulder. The eruption shakes you and makes you quiver. Your thighs tremble, and you feel light headed and dreamy.

    Iex holds you up, snarling and grunting as he swirls his cock inside you. He’s panting and moaning. “Fuck...that intense?”

    You glance back at Iex. Did he share your orgasm? Iex presses against your back, biting and licking your skin. He turns off the water and breathes into your ear. He’s still deep inside you, glowing and hot. He turns you around, thrusting up inside you as he looks into your eyes.

    You wrap your arms around him, holding him and pressing close and feeling the slipperiness of his skin. You gaze up at him, feeling a strange prickling sensation on the back of your neck. It ripples down into a sort of warm tingle that spreads through your body. You feel a pulse and a crashing flow. You whimper, clinging to Iex as he cums. You feel him inside you, pulsing and throbbing. You feel it too, trembling in your limbs and taking over.

    To your surprise, you wake up in your bed. You look over, seeing Iex sitting in the window. You sit up and rub your eyes. 

    “Did I pass out?” You grumble.

    Iex turns and looks at you, he comes to the bed, sitting beside you. He rubs his cheek to yours and pulls the blanket back over you. “Some people can’t take a good orgasm.”

    You lay back, enjoying the cool sensation of the sheets. “That was pretty great,” you chuckle. You reach down, feeling between your legs and feeling a squishy gel still inside you.

    “It’ll melt,” Iex chuckles. His chest glows brightly.

    You glance up at him. “Were you bathing so much because you needed to jack off?”

    Iex smirks. “Humans release a lot of pheromones, it’s like an aphrodisiac.” He leans down, nuzzling your neck. “It made me want something hot and wet,” he growls. “The shower felt logical at the time.”

    “I suppose fucking me is better than running up my water and power bill,” you grump. “At least we can do that with the electricity off.”

    “Oh?” His eyes widen. “You’ll let me do it again?”

    Your cheeks burn and you huff. “Maybe,” you reply. 

    He places a finger on your lips. “I could feel it when I was inside you. Your feelings for me,” he whispers. “They connect with mine.”

    You kiss is fingertip and sit up, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down into bed with you. “Just shut up and hold me,” you grump, not ready to admit how you feel just yet.