Male alien x reader (NSFW) (Patreon)

Here's June's story for you. And as voted by you, my lovely patrons, it's 5000 words of alien boy, and I've put him with a reader who's sex/gender isn't mentioned. I really hope you enjoy this one!

 “It’s been over a hundred years!” you raged to your best friend as you walked down the street after work. “Why is it still such a big deal?”

The old man who had just scowled and muttered something into his moustache about ‘disgusting space scum’ had made your blood boil, but your friend only sighed. Maer was eight feet tall, slender to the point of willowy, and had purple skin which varied from a summer lilac to Tyrion purple over the contours of her elongated body. To say that she was used to standing out in a crowd was an understatement, even if she had been raised by humans on earth and had never even been into the upper atmosphere, let alone space itself. She walked on two legs, but had four arms, one pair below her broad, muscular shoulders. Her upper chest was flat, hard, and muscular too, and the large mouth on her lower torso was hidden by the loose tunic she wore.

Her six eyes blinked down at you and she rumbled a laugh. “Sweet little human,” she said, using the mouth on her face which connected to her lungs to speak, and laying both her left hands on your shoulder for a moment. “The Intergalactic Peace Treaty might have been signed over an earth century ago, but your kind are stubborn. Prejudices run deep.”

“Not in all of us,” you retorted back as you drew to a halt at the sky-bus stop. “That’s precisely what we’re working to root out…”

She continued to laugh and chat as you waited for the bus to take you to work. An android, or a human with heavy robotic augmentations, joined they but didn’t speak, keeping their eyes forwards, appearing almost to enter a kind of ‘sleep’ mode while nothing happened. Only the vibrant blue glow in their eyes showed they weren’t a mannequin. For all the advances in the last few hundred years, cybernetics had come perhaps the furthest. 

Maer had just asked you what your plans were for the weekend when the bus drew to a silent halt and the doors opened with a soft chime. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” you laughed, stepping onto the smooth ramp of the bus and pressing the chip in your arm against the reader on the wall. Maer did the same and followed you towards a seat in the middle of the glimmering glass and steel vehicle. 

As it piloted itself back up into the sky, you leaned back in a sterile, white chair designed to be about human-size, and ran your fingers through your hair. Maer sank into one of the larger seats across the aisle from you, stretching out her long legs. You watched the fabric of her tunic shift as her mouth opened briefly, and you wondered if she’d made time to have breakfast before she’d left her skypod that morning. Usually she did, but when she didn’t, she could get really cranky by lunchtime. 

You sighed. That was her problem. “I’ll probably just curl up on the sofa with the dogs, you know? This week’s been so stressful, what with the delegation from the outer territories, and all the protests about the proposed android colony on Euphemia 6…”

Maer rolled all her eyes in silent understanding. 

You cracked the tension out of your neck, something which made your best friend shudder, and you tossed her a wry grin, cracking your knuckles just for good measure. 

“Don’t do that,” she laughed. 

At the next stop, an unusual looking creature embarked, and you had to bite your lip to keep from gasping. Erruks were not exactly rare but meeting someone from the planet Melloria was always an experience. 

You could tell they were at least sexed male because of their size and the proliferation of hardened plating which covered their shoulders and back, but Erruks could be somewhat fluid about their gender. It was usually considered polite to use neutral pronouns until you knew their preferences. 

First of all, this Erruk was every bit as tall as the rest of their species, having to duck from their eleven foot height as they stepped cautiously through the doors of the sky bus. Their ash-white skin seemed to glow a little in the early morning light and the glaring strips in the ceiling of the bus, the harsh lighting only adding to the tapering of their slender, long body which went from wide shoulders to a very narrow waist. 

You breathed in slowly, and Maer caught your expression with a grin. “My kind has had a lot of dealings with the inhabitants of their planet,” she whispered. “But Erruks are rare on Earth, aren’t they?”

You nodded mutely. You’d always found almost every non-Earth species more attractive than humans, but Erruks were possibly at the very top of your internal list. 

They walked on the knuckles of their hands, both of which had just two large digits and long, curving claws like polished ivory. They also had a small, dexterous thumb tucked underneath, and thick, muscular wrist joints a little like a horse’s hocks. Despite walking on their knuckles like a gorilla, they were bipedal, using their long, lean arms to propel them, while their muscular bodies hung down and tapered at the hips into a thick tail. Their hips hung at about the same height as the elbows of their lanky arms, and their shoulders were particularly broad because of the fact that their arms supported their entire bodyweight. 

You took all this in at a flash as the Erruk turned, and you smiled as you saw the second set of smaller limbs which began at their hips, near the top of the tail. They were much, much smaller than their long arms, and functioned much as a human’s arms did. They tended to keep them bent at the ‘knees’ so that the ‘thigh’ portion of them sat against their chest when they weren’t not using them. They were rather sweet somehow, and reminded you of diagrams of a dinosaur’s arms. These limbs ended in hands that had three digits and shorter claws. 

The Erruk glanced up from using a card instead of a chip to register their journey, and looked around the bus for somewhere to park themselves. Their thick tail formed the third point of a kind of tripod as the bus took off, and they used it to steady themselves. They had four eyes, the two larger ones above the smaller, more almond-shaped ones below, both a warm, chocolaty brown. 

As they looked away, you tried really hard not to stare at the beautiful body which, in accordance with the habits of most of their kind, was bear of clothing, save for a strap that ran diagonally across their chest and had a little pouch on it for things like the travel card. Their body had ridges of leathery-looking armour-plating over the chest and ‘pecs’, and as they turned to adjust themselves in the large, free space at the front of the bus, you saw that their back was ridged and sculpted like flows of lava, the skin looking hard but supple, and down their spine ran bumps, possibly pronounced vertebrae. 

Maer dug you in the ribs with her lower left arm and you let out a soft ‘oof’ of surprise, turning to face her. “You ok, honey?” she asked, her six, black eyes glittering. She had been raised by human parents who had apparently been very fond of nicknames and terms of endearment, but ‘honey’ was the one she reserved mostly for you. 

“Fine,” you snorted. 

The journey to the embassy where you both worked seemed to take far too short a time. 

You were surprised to discover that the Erruk was getting off at the same stop as you, and they waved one of their short arms to let you and Maer disembark first. There was absolutely nothing for you to trip over between the smooth ramp of the skybus and the perfectly flat pavement, and yet you still managed to stumble over your own feet. 

A huge, clawed hand shot out and steadied you before your nose hit the deck, and you looked up to see the Erruk looming over you, a shy look on their face. They had no nose, only two slits in their otherwise smooth face, and their mouth was little more than a thin line. When they smiled tentatively, you glimpsed rows of clear, sharp teeth, and they quickly stopped smiling, realising it was a rather intimidating sight. 

You, however, felt a stirring of heat in your groin, and tried to hide the flush on your face. “Thank you,” you said breathlessly. 

The Erruk noticed the badge on your uniform, squinting a bit from their great height, and all four of their eyes lit up as recognition dawned. “Oh,” they said, voice deep and gravelly but not unusually so.  What was unusual about it was the eerie polyphonic quality it had, as though three or four voices were speaking in perfect unison. It was electrifying to listen to. “Pardon me, but do you work at the Intergalactic Institute?”

“I do,” you said, running your clammy palms down your thighs as surreptitiously as you could manage. They were so gorgeous it was hard to breathe now that they were so close.

“Oh thank goodness,” they said. “I have a meeting there, but this is my first time to Earth, and I have no idea where I’m going or what I’m doing. Would you mind if I came with you?”

“Of course I wouldn’t mind!” you said at the same time as Maer laughed something about serendipity. You told them your name, and they held out one of their smaller hands for you to shake. 

“Is this how it is customarily done on Earth?” they asked, eyeing their own hand which was palm up. 

You just adored the way that pendulous body hung down from those big shoulders, almost like a huge, powerful snake. It was all so unusual and so darned attractive. 

Scolding yourself and craning your neck to look up at them, you grinned and held out your own hand, palm vertical, and took theirs. “Like this,” you said and they smiled again, unable to hide their amusement, and you saw that the inside of their mouth was black, a stark contrast to the paleness of their skin.

“Thank you,” they said, scratching the back of their head with their other hand in a nervous gesture. 

“May I ask your name?” you said, turning to lead them away from the bus stop towards the institute. 

“Oh, of course!” they chirped, clearly embarrassed. “Forgive me. I should have said it when I held out my hand to you, is that correct?”

“You’re not obliged to,” you said. “But usually that’s when people tell each other their names.”

He nodded and sighed. “I still have an awful lot to learn. I’m Kirthn’hul, but you can call me ‘Kith’ if that’s a bit of a mouthful for someone with so few teeth and tongues. I use male pronouns,” he added without a second thought.

“The way you say that makes me feel like some old person with no teeth left…” you joked.

He frowned. “I… I don’t understand… Do humans’ teeth fall out as they get older?” He looked horrified. 

You laughed. “It used to be a thing, but our healthcare has got better. It’s ok.” You grinned, flashing all your teeth, but he still looked unsettled. “Anyway, it’s nice to meet you, Kith. This is Maer,” you added indicating your friend as she stood a little way off, watching you embarrass yourself with great amusement. 

He introduced himself to her, and you began to move away again. He still looked at you as though you might spontaneously explode or something, but there was a curiosity in his eyes. 

“What brings you to the Institute?” you asked as the massive marble and glass building came into sight ahead. The upper levels, where the skybus had docked, were where most of the important meeting rooms where, and where you supposed Kith needed to be. 

He cleared his throat, obviously keeping a slower pace than he would ordinarily to keep level with you, and looked down at you, smiling briefly. “I… I’m standing in for someone last minute,” he began. “I’ve been sent as an envoy to Earth from Melloria. But… well… politics isn’t really my area of expertise…”

“Why were you sent then?” you asked. “I mean, if it’s not your thing…?”

He sighed, scratching his chin with his smaller hand. You weren’t sure if you should call them arms or legs, given that they started at his hips but he walked on his hands… most confusing. You nearly missed his answer because you were busy staring at them. They were beautiful, and you ached to touch them. The skin on his hands looked like reptile skin close up, the almost scaly looking skin fading seamlessly into harder, leathery skin at his wrists. He gestured with them all the time he spoke.

“I was sent because I was the next highest ranking Erruk at the university with clearance for intergalactic travel,” he growled, “But I’m a mathematician, not a humanologist, and frankly I think it’s wildly inappropriate for me to be here, but, well…” he sighed, casting you a quick look and adding, “Not that I dislike being here, per se… I just… feel a little out of my depth.”

“Well, at least your English is perfect,” Maer interjected, and he looked away bashfully, his tail twitching. 

“Thank you,” he murmured in that oddly resonant, polyphonic voice. 

You couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like if he were to hum close to your skin, with his long black tongue laving over your body. You gasped and bit your lip, which only drew attention to yourself. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. “You didn’t hurt yourself earlier, did you?”

“Fine!” you chirped. 

As you reached the main doors, the sentry android came forwards to read your chips and to enquire about Kith. He dug out his card and details, and you waited quietly a little way off just in case there were any difficulties. He was escorted inside by the android, and was asked to wait for someone to collect him. 

“I guess I’ll get going,” you said quietly. “It was so nice to meet you. And I hope I see you around while you’re here.”

He nodded, shuffling his weight on his long arms. “I hope that too. I would very much like to see you again.”

You grinned, and found him mirroring your gesture before stopping himself. 

“I like your smile,” you said, feeling suddenly emboldened for some reason. “You shouldn’t be shy about it.”

He looked pleasantly surprised, the expression reappearing on his face, but just as he opened his mouth to speak once more, an official arrived to escort him away. 

You turned round to see Maer watching you with a highly amused expression on her face, and told her promptly where to stick it, at which she only laughed. 

You saw Kith a few more times that week, if mostly only in passing, but every time he saw you, he raised one of his small hands and grinned at you, making your insides dance and your heart skip several beats. You did manage to share a quick coffee with him on one occasion, which was a real pleasure. He was shy at first, but it didn’t take much to draw him out of his shell, and you discovered that he had a mischievous sense of humour. However, it wasn’t until you’d finished a day from hell, with three different factions arguing for four hundred different things, that you barrelled out into the sunshine at the end of the day almost in tears, and things began to get interesting. 

A familiar voice rumbled your name, and you looked up to see Kith standing outside the Institute, apparently admiring the view from the platform before heading to the skybus. You supposed it was beautiful, with the sunlight flashing off the steel and glass high-rise buildings across the street, but you were so stressed you could barely see straight. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, coming over to you and lowering his head. “Can I help?”

“Oh, no, Kith, it’s alright,” you said with a wan smile. “It’s just been a hell of a day, you know?”

He nodded. “I heard that from a couple of people actually… Are you going home now?”

You puffed your cheeks out and shrugged. “I guess? I need a stiff drink, that’s for sure.”

He cocked his head quizzically.

You laughed, and said, “I need to imbibe some compounds with… ‘questionable’ nutritional value at best…”

He only looked more confused. “Oh. Actually…” he said, shuffling his weight on his knuckles, “I was hoping I would be able to ask you out to dinner,” he said. “I understand there’s a great place not far from here, with wonderful food from all over this and the neighbouring galaxies… They cater for organisms of my… size… as well, which apparently not everywhere does…”

“You are big,” you said and, without thinking, your eyes raked down his body to where you knew, from some surreptitious research the moment you found out about his species a good number of years earlier, his kind had a sheath with a very impressive cock inside. You refused to let your eyes linger for very long, and you hoped you’d got away with it. 

He laughed. “In comparison to you, yes, I suppose I am,” he said. “So, how about it? I understand if you’d rather not, though, after all –”

“I’d love to,” you interrupted. “Do you want to go straight there?”

He nodded, and the two of you moved off to wait for the skybus, chatting about his week and how he was finding the work stressful but not unpleasant. He had seemingly a million questions about human behaviour, only a few of which he managed to get answers for before you arrived at the restaurant and were shown to a table which suited both of you, which was quite a feat. 

He ended up half reclining on the floor, curling his tail up around him and stowing his long arms out of the way so that he could eat with his smaller limbs. 

“Ok, I have a question for you,” you asked as you forestalled eating a kind of banded snail which was apparently an absolute delicacy on Melloria…

“Fire away,” he said. “Wait, is that an appropriate use for that expression?”

You nodded, and he smiled in thanks. “Ok,” you said, “So from a human perspective, Erruks walk on their hands and eat with their feet, but… how do you see it?”

He laughed then, revealing a big mouth full of sharp teeth. “We walk on our feet and eat with our hands, only our legs begin at our shoulders.”

“Right…” you laughed, continuing to avoid the snail.

“Does it bother you?”

“Does what bother me?” you asked, still with the little snail held warily on the end of your fork. 

He made a little side to side motion of his head. “The differences between us.”

“You did see my best friend, right? Maer’s an eight foot tall, purple alien with four arms and six legs and a mouth connected directly to her stomach…”

He laughed heartily, his polyphonic voice vibrating in your ribs and your ears until you felt almost drunk from the sound of it. “I just wondered,” he said, adding, “And are you ever going to eat that snail?”

“No,” you said honestly, holding the fork out to him, tines first. “I don’t think I am. Here…”

He looked surprised, but not unpleasantly so, and leaned forward. He opened his mouth, lips parting to reveal those incredible, crystalline teeth, and you saw that his saliva was black. His long tongue was also black, and it slipped out from behind his teeth and coiled around the tip of your fork, slowly, delicately lifting the food off it. 

“Holy crap,” you whispered. “That’s so hot.” You regretted the words the instant they were out of your mouth, and he definitely heard them. He twitched his head a little, and, since he had no lips as such, he couldn’t smirk, but there was definitely something about him that spoke of a cocky kind of pleasure now. 

“You know,” he said, “That’s not the only thing I can do with my tongue.”

Your eyes rolled closed and you fought very obviously to maintain your composure. 

He chuckled, a low, sensuous rumbling that made the air seem to thrum like a thunderstorm around you. “I hadn’t wanted to be forward before, not knowing quite how humans handle this sort of thing, but…” he leaned right over the table so that his voice wouldn’t carry to the nearby patrons. “I find myself very attracted to you. If you would like to, I would like to invite you back to where I’m staying for the night.” He looked at you, all four eyes trained on your face, searching for something, anything, that might indicate rejection. Instead, when he found only the keen warmth of desire and affirmation, he sat back and drew the waiter’s eye. 

He insisted on paying – something about having government credits to use up after all – and the two of you left the restaurant. 

It wasn’t far to his hotel, and he held the door open for you, and as you ducked under his huge arm/leg/limb – at this point you weren’t sure what to call it and you couldn’t have cared less – you giggled and he chuckled back at you with a fondness that held real affection. 

His bed was suitably massive, but the moment you were inside and he’d closed the door, he turned and looked rather sheepish. “Would you like something to drink?” he said. “I think the fridge has some refreshments…”

You shook your head. “No, that’s ok,” you smiled, approaching him and touching his slim waist with hands that looked very small beside his huge body. His breath shuddered and he eased himself down on his long arms, tail counter-balancing his movement, and began to nuzzle up against your neck. 

“You’re so tiny and delicate,” he murmured. “Like a flower.”

You actually thought yourself anything but delicate, but hearing him say it was nice. You reached your hands up to his smaller limbs and then noticed that he was getting slick, and that the slit in his lower abdomen was starting to swell, glistening with a similar black fluid to his saliva. 

“I want you,” you whispered. 

At that, he began to breathe more heavily, breath wheezing through his flat nostrils, and his mouth opened a fraction. “May I pick you up?” he asked, surprising you yet again. 

He lifted you easily when you nodded, and he deposited you carefully onto the bed. He began to undo your clothes, peeling them gently off you until you lay there as bare as he was. The more he unclothed you, the more his hands roved over you, the slicker he got until it was sliding down his skin and the tip of his cock began to peek out of the sheath. It was black, spear-headed, and seemed to be somewhat prehensile.

You trailed your fingertips around the swollen skin of the slit and he gasped, one elbow collapsing slightly. His mouth fell open and saliva dripped onto your body. 

You gasped and he lowered his tongue to clean you up. At the touch, your spine arched and you felt heat searing between your legs. “Please,” you grunted, eyes rolling shut.

He growled. “I’m not sure you can take me,” he said, that polyphonic voice shivering over your skin and right through you to the marrow. 

You cracked an eye open and saw he was right. Now fully erect, his black, glistening, ridged cock was big. Not disproportionately so, but considering that he was eleven feet tall, there was just… a lot of him. 

You didn’t have time to dwell on that though because his smaller hands – still large in comparison to your own body – had gripped your thighs and he was raking his tongue over your skin, tasting you, and moaning in pleasure as he lapped between your cheeks and then moved to the front. 

His tongue coiled and curved, wrapping around you and then shifting so that it felt like he was everywhere, inside and out, all at once. It was incredible. His teeth occasionally caught you, but he was gentle with them, and it only added to your pleasure as he took you closer and closer to the edge. 

Finally, as he lapped once more over your most sensitive areas, you came with a yell, nearly folding in half under the force of it. 

“Made a mess,” he commented as you went limp again, sensitive and tingling all over. He proceeded to clean you up with the tongue that had caused the mess in the first place. 

As he leant over you, drops of his black, glistening pre-come splashed onto your legs and he groaned, lowering his head. 

“Can we try?” you asked gingerly. 

In the end he was only able to fit the very tip of his spear-headed cock into you, but it didn’t matter. The moment he felt how tight and hot you were, he simply came. 

His come was dark too, and strangely opalescent. He snarled and growled, speaking in his own language as he came, pulling out from you and covering you in his searing hot release, gripping you hard with his hands while his tail grabbed your ankle and locked you in place beneath him. 

When he finally stopped coming, cock twitching and come running down the length of him, he rolled onto his back, breathing hard. His cock rested against the leathery skin of his abs, and it didn’t quieten completely for a long time. 

You didn’t like to move in case you made a mess of his sheets. “Now who made a mess?” you asked, and he huffed a laugh, still dazed. 

“I was not expecting… that to be so… intense,” he finally said. “There’s something about you…”

You smiled. “What are you going to do about this?” you said, waving a hand at the mess all over your stomach and up your chest. 

He sighed. “There’s a shower in there. Let me recover a moment longer, and I’ll run it hot for you.”

“If I stand up, it’ll still go everywhere,” you said. 

He looked mildly horrified that you’d even think of doing anything for yourself, and when he said so, you grinned. “I’ll carry you, of course,” he said, though when he stood up and staggered slightly, looking lightheaded, you shot him a look. “I’ll be alright in a moment,” he laughed. “Like I said… intense.”

Kith did carry you to the shower, with as much ease as the first time he’d held you, and though he did permit you to stand, he washed you off gently in the wide space that had clearly been designed for larger creatures like him. 

As the last of the suds washed away between your toes, Kith’s tail coiled slowly around you, the blunt end of it slipping between your cheeks and making you moan again. He pressed and teased your entrance and you found yourself going weak-kneed again. 

He leaned down, the water cascading around you, and licked his clever tongue over your hardening nipples again, and then you found yourself hoisted up in his arms again, while his long limbs steadied the pair of you. His blunt tail sought out your entrance, stretching you, and then you knew what he was thinking. 

You nodded, and your eyes rolled as he lowered you carefully, gradually onto his cock once he’d prepared you with the tip of his tail. 

You groaned deliciously as you took more of him, and he had to stop, keeping you fixed in one place easily as he began to pant. “So good,” he grunted. “… So tight… So… ah…” 

Once he was fully seated, a shudder ran through his whole body and he began to move. 

He set his tail on the ceramic shower-tray beneath him for balance, and then proceeded to fuck upwards into you, steadying you with his strong arms. Each thrust lit you up inside and you eventually began to go limp as he rutted into you, the ridges of his cock catching every inch of you until tears filled your eyes and you could no longer do anything by cry out with each stroke, incoherent with pleasure. 

“I’m… I’m going to…” he growled, mouth hanging open and drool beginning to pour out. 

The sight of it, plus the exact spot where he was repeatedly catching you inside, pushed you over the edge and you cried out as you came a second time. 

A heartbeat later he came again as you clenched tight around him, and a rush of heat filled you. He nearly dropped you he came so hard, but he held you steadily, even as he was almost overcome with pleasure. 

He lowered you carefully to your feet, making sure you didn’t slip or stagger, and he kissed you and licked you tenderly, murmuring soft rumblings in his own language, caressing you until your whole body thrummed. You ached, but it was a good ache, and smiled up at your gentle lover. 

The water cascading around you cleaned most of the mess away, and you let him dry you and carry you to his hotel bed and tuck you up. He climbed in behind you, curling his tail around you protectively and laying his head just behind yours. One of his smaller limbs rested over your waist and as he breathed deeply in and out, you became aware of another sound. 

You felt the faint rumbling before you heard it, but when you half turned towards him, you asked, “That noise…? Are you… purring?”

He nodded sleepily, stifling a yawn. “You made me very happy,” he said, whispering your name as he tipped into sleep. 

You weren’t far behind him, and awoke the next morning to find his whole body wrapped around yours, holding you tight to his warm, smooth chest.