Scales had a very nice place. Sure, Jason hadn’t seen much of it as he was being bodily dragged toward the bedroom. It was warm. He’d certainly noticed that much when the door to the apartment opened and a veritable wave of warm air washed over the three of them.

Scales, to his complete lack of surprise, liked to keep her and Assisse’s shared domicile toasty.

He shuddered to imagine the pair’s shared electrical bill.

Of course, said electrical bill was soon the furthest thing from his mind as clawed hands set about yanking his shirt up, while another pair unzipped and pulled down his pants.

Apparently, neither of the women across from him were strangers to undressing a male, nor apparently working together in doing so, given their synchronicity in the act. He was honestly impressed. And a little excited by the prospect as he found himself totally nude.

"Relax," Scales whispered, evidently misinterpreting his anticipation for nervousness. "We know what we’re doing. This will feel amazing.”

He didn’t miss the way both older women’s eyes were roaming over him, nor did his ego miss how neither seemed dissatisfied.

Quite the opposite.

Putting her words to actions, Scales delicately slid her clawed fingers up his throbbing shaft. The sensation was slightly strange, given that her skin was cool and dry to the touch.

He’d always known she had scales, given the way the almost fish-like diamonds ran across her limbs and collected around her eyes. So, it shouldn’t have surprised him that the rest of her softer looking flesh was scaled as well. It just wasn’t obvious, given how fine they apparently were.

Almost like a shark, he thought.

He was momentarily slightly put off by that comparison, but to his relief, as he ran a hand up and down her arm he only felt smooth, if cool, scaly skin.

Scales’ quirked a brow at his move, but made no move to comment. She’d probably put the move down to innate curiosity about the differences between them, rather than an immediate fear of an intimate laceration.

She also took it as an opportunity to touch something that had clearly been of interest to her from the moment his pants had come down.

“Assisse, you have to touch this,” Scales murmured as her hands moved to effectively… pet, at his pubic hair. “It’s like Dram wool.”

To her credit, the woman in question did actually give him a questioning glance, and only moved in once he gave her a returning, and slightly bemused, nod.

“No idea what a Dram is, but it does feel interesting, I’ll give you that,” Assisse said as both women played with his netherhair.

Jason resisted the urge to shuffle under the slightly ticklish stimulation.

“None of the other women I’ve been with seemed that interested in it,” he pointed out.

“Ignoring Yaro, for obvious reasons, were those other girls virgins?” Assisse asked, the corners of her own lips tugging upwards towards a smile.

“One was,” he shrugged, twitching as Scales curious, and quite innocent, ministration sent a twitch up his spine. “The other three weren’t.”

And one was… something else, but he’d rather not get into that right now. He’d sent a message to both Raisha and Tarcil, and the unexpected reminder of the pair of them made him wonder if they’d received them yet.

…Or if Hela was even still good for her word.

“Well, I can’t speak for the other girls, but in all likelihood, they were in a hurry to get to the, well, meat of things.” Scales said. “Something I can well understand.”

“Guh,” he grunted in surprise as the hands around his groin suddenly moved in a manner that most assuredly was not innocent.

Apparently, the novelty of his pubic hair had run its course.

Scale’s cool fingers had wrapped around his member once more, clawed thumb rubbing the tip of his glans as it moved in gentle circles. The act spread the dollop of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip, making it slippery.

“I think it’s time to advance this interspecies exploration a bit further,” Scales murmured, letting go of him to his muted disappointment.

Of course, that disappointment didn’t last long as Scales set about shrugging off her heavy coat.

He glanced over to see if Assisse was doing the same, but the woman just stood back, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed as she watched the ongoing events with extreme interest.

He had no idea if the woman was waiting her turn, or if she just liked to watch, and it soon became a moot point as his focus was entirely taken up by Scales.

In the moments since his last glance, she’d reduced herself to just a top and shorts – and the top did not remain for long as she shrugged it off. Curious at the lack of a bra, he nonetheless appreciated the woman’s admittedly modest bust, as it wobbled in the open air in defiance of gravity.

An appreciation that Scales obviously appreciated in turn, given the ways her eyes lit up as she saw him regarding her.

“Come on, I want to see what humans taste like,” the woman said, a hint of giddiness to her voice as she pushed Jason back against the bed.

His blood rushing in his chest, he obediently sat back on the sheets. Still, he could not deny that his heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of her mouth, long shark like teeth gleaming within.

Of course, it wasn’t like he had time for second thoughts, as Scales took his member between her lips. His spine jolted as a long sinuous and… forked tongue curled around his member. More to the point, it was cold. Or at least, not hot.

The sensation wasn’t bad. Just different as the organ slid across his shaft.

“Oh god,” he grunted.

“Good, isn’t she? Helkam have very flexible tongues.”

He almost jolted again at the sound of Assisse’s voice. Looking over, he saw the woman had taken a seat at some point in proceedings and was nursing a drink in one hand. More to the point, her other hand was between her legs and obviously quite busy.

A little odd, but he could deal.

“I assume you know that from experience?” he asked with a grin.

“We aren’t like that!” Assisse all but shouted, just as Scales made a muffled sound beneath him that he assumed to mean much the same thing.

Jason just continued to smile as he leaned back, Scales pressing deeper, teasing the underside of his member with her tongue as her surprisingly soft lips moved up and down.

Abruptly though, she stopped. She let go of him with an audible pop and stood up.

“Alright, he’s good to go,” as she wiped her mouth with the back of his hand.

Assisse was already clambering to her feet. “Good.”

Jason could only stare in surprised befuddlement as the women stood across from each other, his saliva slick member twitching in the open air, as the women started throwing hand signs at one another.

“…What are you doing?” he finally asked.

“Claw, fang, stinger for who gets to go first and who’s going to be waiting until tomorrow,” Assisse said offhandedly, before wincing as if she just remembered who she was talking to. “Assuming that’s ok with you?”

Jason stared at the pair of them, who were now staring back at him with blatant nervousness. And he could well understand why.

“You often do this with guys you brought over?” he asked tonelessly, giving nothing of his mood away.

Scales idly scratched her cheek. “Well dear, not normally… in front of them… per se…”

“Usually at some during a date we meet in the bathroom and… well, work it out,” Assisse continued. “If things look like they're going well…”

Jason nodded slowly. “And you didn’t this time, because?”

Scales continued to scratch. “Well, we didn’t really expect it to progress here after it was clear you were meeting Pernora.”

Assisse nodded. “You kind of took us off guard when you suggested a tour of our place…”

Jason just nodded, his expression still. “Well, don’t let me get in the way of such ‘a time honored tradition’. Please, do continue your game to see who gets to despoil the human.”

Both women flinched.

“Aw, come on kid, it’s not like-”

Assisse’s words were cut off as Jason burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry,” he said between bouts of chuckles, “but the look on your faces…”

“You’re fucking with us,” Assisse said finally.

Jason wiped a stray tear from his eye. “Well, I’m certainly fucking one of you. I suppose it depends on who wins your little game?”

The pair of women stared at him, before turning back to each other, hands up and already flipping through the strange hand signs.

Jason had no idea what each one meant, but he knew them both well enough to be able to tell that Assisse came out on top. Of course, a blind man could have done the same, given the way the woman fist bumped and bellowed her victory to the heavens.

Subtlety. Shil’vati weren’t big on it. Shil’vati marines less so.

Still, he could freely admit to a moment’s trepidation as Assisse turned in his direction, an emotion best described as hunger burning in her dark grey eyes.

“I hope you’re ready for me to pay you back for that little trick, kid,” the sergeant said as she advanced forward. “Apparently I’ve been too soft on you. Privates should be scared of your sergeants. Why, I can only imagine how the girls on the other ships might laugh if they heard you sassing me.”

One hand moved to the zipper of her jumpsuit, pulling it down slowly, until it was the weight of her breasts doing the real work, the sweat slick lavender flesh practically heaving as they split apart the fabric that contained them.

The zipper continued to move, sliding down past her navel and defined muscles of her abdomen. While Assisse had enough softness to her that he might struggle to say she was chiseled, there was no missing the way muscles moved and flexed beneath the soft flesh of her abdomen.

Finally, the synthetic garment fell to the ground, and in an almost dainty manner, the marine sergeant stepped out of it. In doing so, some of the excitement that had collected between her legs finally let loose, running in a thick rivulet down her thigh. The trail left by its descent gleamed in the room’s low light.

Finally, his eyes roamed back up the woman’s hourglass form to her eyes, which he saw had not left his own. Nor had the fire burning within dimmed in any way.

Feeling not unlike a frog staring down a snake, he looked to Scales for support. But the other woman had already retreated to Assisse’s abandoned seat, apparently more concerned with her companion’s half-finished drink than his imminent defilement.

Seeing no aid from that direction, his gaze returned to his sergeant. He didn’t miss the way her blue tongue slipped from between her lips to wet them as her eyes roamed freely over his naked form.

Then she lunged.

Arms like iron clamps across his shoulders, she straddled him, legs wrapping around his waist like a viper. Her weight was such that he was thankful for the softness of the bed beneath him, because without it he feared he might have been nursing bruises to his upper thighs in the morning.

Of course, the night is still young yet, he thought as he found himself face to face with a pair of large pert purple breasts.

He felt more than saw a glob of nectar drip from between her thighs to splash against his erection, the sensation of the fluid running down his shaft almost scalding after so long twitching in the open air.

To his surprise, the woman hovered above him. Her swollen, blue lips tentatively touching the head of his cock. The sensation was all the stronger for not being able to see it, his eyes locked with hers as her delicate nether flesh rubbed minutely against his own. It was soft and warm, wet with excitement – both his and hers – as the delicate folds of her petals slid across him.

“Tell me you want it,” she murmured. “Tell me you want to fuck my tight wet Shil’vati pussy.”

“I do,” he admitted freely.

He knew he should perhaps have jazzed his response up a bit, but sex talk had ever been one of his weak points in the bedroom. Of course, it would have been hard to tell that from the way Assisse’s features positively lit up, a fear grin splitting her lips, exposing rows of shiny white teeth.

She dropped – and his entire being was condensed into the cluster of nerves between his thighs as they were surrounded by hot, wet tightness. Soft fleshy walls gripped at him in a pulsating manner as the petals of the Shil’vati woman’s opening touched the very base of his shaft.

Hell, he could actually feel Assise twitching in his arms as they both grunted in mutual pleasure at the sensation of their joining.

Then she went limp. Inside and out.

It rather caught him off guard. So much so that he almost didn’t catch her as she started slumping backwards. Of course, the act of wrapping his arms around her torso resulted in him sinking his face into the valley of her breasts. The smell was quite nice, more of that somewhat lilac-y scent, but it also made it a little difficult to breath as the woman hung, limply, in his arms.

He just remained there, stupefied for a moment.

Had she fainted?

“Little help?” he asked, though he could freely admit that said noise was more than muffled on account of the aforementioned mammaries pillowing his head.

He had no idea if Scales had heard or noticed, up until the weight he was holding up got lighter.

“Thank you for catching her,” the woman murmured, presumably from behind Assise’s upright yet slumped form. “Sometimes they don’t and it’s all rather embarrassing for the girl. I promise she’s normally not quite this… quick. As she said, it’s been a while.”

Jason had no idea what to say to that, so he simply went along with it as he felt the comatose body on top of him being shifted to the side and onto the bed. It was a little awkward as he had to extricate himself from… well, inside her, but eventually he managed to get Assisse securely onto the bed and stand up.

Which allowed him to confirm that, yes, the woman had definitely passed out. The snoring was a big clue. Bewildered, he turned to Scales, who was looking fondly down at her downed friend.

“Is… that… does she have a medical condition?”

“Not as such, no.” Scales turned to look at him. “I believe in human terms you might describe our sergeant as a… quick shot.”

He glanced at the downed woman. “I’m familiar with the notion. Though it’s usually a guy thing where I come from.”

Scales nodded. “Oh, it is for us too. Much to many a married woman’s disappointment, I imagine. Though you seem to be implying that it doesn’t happen for human women?”

He shrugged. “Never heard of it.”

Didn’t make much sense either, given the relative lack of a female refractory period. Maybe it was a way to keep females from totally exhausting males?

“Ah, well please don’t mention it to her when she wakes up tomorrow,” Scales said with a smile. “As you might imagine, the poor dear’s rather sensitive about it. Plus, it has been a while. She normally lasts a bit longer.”

Jason just nodded slowly.

“To be honest, it’s rather a boon for our little relationship dynamic,” the reptilian woman continued. “It often means we can both get a go in one… sitting, if you catch my meaning.”

“I do.” Though he had been looking forward to the surprise on both their faces when he’d finished with Assisse, just to be ready to go again with Scales.

It seemed that wasn’t going to happen though.

“Good,” the woman smiled happily. “Now, given the state of your little friend, I hope you won’t be averse to a change in dance partner, now that your previous one is indisposed?”

Shaking off the mild funk from his previous partner… passing out on him, he smiled as he took Scales hand in his own.

“For you, milady, I’d be honored,” he said as he took a knee, bringing the woman’s hand up to lay a kiss upon her knuckle.

“R-right, just grab a tissue off the top before we continue?” she said quickly, slowly extracting her hand.

Grinning as he stood up, both at how easily flustered the woman was and her instructions, Jason did as she asked, wiping Assisse’s juices from his member. Apparently their friendship wasn’t so close as to share in that manner.

Not that he couldn’t understand. Was this like their equivalent of a devil’s threesome? He supposed it might be, but then again, given the gender disparity, he would have assumed this kind of thing was more normalized? Maybe it was a Scales thing? Assisse hadn’t seemed much bothered that the lizard woman had ‘lubricated’ his shaft for her.

His train of thought was cut off rather abruptly as he looked over to see Scales had perched herself on the bed.

Now Jason could freely admit that he didn’t really have a favorite position. He liked pretty much all of them. Having a girl spread eagled on her back, one hand between her legs to spread open her pussy, exposing the pink soft flesh within while the other beckoned to him… well, that certainly came close to the top.

He clambered onto the bed, making sure not to jostle Asisse’s comatose form too much as he did. Sliding over Scales’ waiting body, he noted that the feeling of the women’s cool skin on his own flushed body was fantastic, especially as her scaled arms and legs moved up to wrap around him.

“Hmmm,” Scales murmured. “I love a warm partner.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he said.

There was little in the way of fumbling or hesitation as he slid inside her. He felt her stiffen against him, her limbs holding tighter. He did much the same, as his member slid against her soft cool inner walls.

It was a sensation like nothing else he’d ever felt before. Just like before though, it wasn’t bad. Merely different.

“Hot,” Scales hissed. “Stars, I love how hot it is.”

Jason grinned as he started to move, his member slowly sliding in and out of Scales slick tunnel. It wasn’t a frantic motion. It was precise. Methodical. The tightness of the reptilian woman’s grip around him allowed for little else.

It was akin to being held in the grip of a viper as he slowly pushed in and out, feeling the sensation of his partner’s breathing. Tense. Intimate. That was the only way to describe it.

Scales was not a screamer. When she did make a sound, it was quiet. Muffled. As if it had slipped from her against her will.

He took that as a challenge, shifting the head of his cock about the woman’s insides, pushing against the cool satin smooth flesh within, seeking the parts of her that released more of those shuddered breaths.

It didn’t take long.

Soon he had the woman panting. Her limbs like a vice around him, as his aching limbs struggled and prevailed against hers in an attempt to keep moving. Keep thrusting into that delicious wet softness. It was a good ache. The kind one got from a decent workout.

“Jason…” the woman hissed, eyes staring almost glassily up at the ceiling.

Well, he couldn’t have that. His lips found hers, tongue darting between them, passed her teeth to wrestle with her own. Again, it was cool to the touch. Yet, he felt her shift as his tongue wrestled with her own.

Sweat was running rivulets across his body. For all that, the body beneath him was cool, the room was tropical hot. In that regard, Scales body became his reprieve, like the cool side of a pillow, he pressed against her, seeking to press more and more of his heated flesh against her own.

“Ah,” she hissed as he broke the kiss. “I… ah… I’m going to…”

He silenced her with his lips, tongue darting into the almost limps woman’s mouth. He knew what she meant. He felt it in the way she shuddered – inside and out. The way her soft breasts pressed ardently against his chest. The way her stomach heaved and twitched against his own.

His own release was coming too, and he did not struggle to hold it.

Instead he let it flow, driving harder and deeper into her soft feminine form than any time before.

His orgasm triggered hers, as spurts of hot cum billowed inside her cool womb, it felt like a firecracker had gone off within her. Her back arched, an uninhibited moan of pleasure finally ripping forth from the cultured woman, echoing off the walls of the room as what felt like gallons of red hot cum splattered across her insides.

“So hot!” she howled, her voice hoarse.

Their labored breathing slowed as they remained locked together, riding out their climax. Finally though, it ran its course. Jason rolled off her, staring up at the ceiling as he heaved for breath. Scales did likewise, her breasts rising and falling as she sought to catch her breath.

“That was amazing,” she said finally.

Jason grinned, always happy to have his ego stroked. “I aim to please.”

Finally, Scales managed to roll onto her side, regarding him pleasantly. “The universe is in a lot of trouble when the Imperium finally lets you guys off planet. You’re going to ruin guys for a lot of girls…”

Jason glanced over to see if Assisse was still asleep, and was amused to see she was. “Is that what you are now?” he asked, turning back to Scales. “Ruined for non-human guys?”

The older woman quirked an eyebrow at him. “I don’t know. I might need another try to make sure. I guess, we’ll find out tomorrow if Assisse gives a repeat performance of this evening.”

Jason just grinned as he shifted until he was astride her once more. “Why wait till tomorrow?”

Scales eyes narrowed in confusion, before opening wide as she felt something pressing against her lower lips.

“…What?”