Jason wasn’t quite sure how it had come to this. Wasn’t he the conquering hero? The celebrated man of the hour? Certainly, he supposed he was being celebrated, but for whatever reason he felt something wasn’t quite right with the way it was being done.

“Strip! Strip! Strip!” Vieyshi yelled, her sister echoing the sentiment, along with the rest of the crowd of rowdy, drunken Shil’vaati crowding around the table he was standing on.

Over in the corner of the room, he could see Tarcil nursing something fruity while shaking his head in exacerbation. Raisha was… in the crowd, quite drunk, and shouting along enthusiastically with the rest of them. Though it wasn’t like he had any room to judge. He was quite drunk himself.

“Strip! Strip! Strip!” the crowd cheered.

Grinning, he slowly started lifting the hem of his shirt. At the end of the day, he supposed how they were celebrating didn’t matter. He was having fun. His new friends were having fun. Even Tarcil was having fun, even though the small male was trying to hide it.

Everyone was enjoying themselves, and that was what all that really mattered.

“Oooh!” the crowd roared as he whipped his shirt around like a lasso above his head.

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“Fuck me, those girls can party,” Jason groaned as he tenderly lowered himself into their hotel room’s hot tub. A genuine hot tub with bubbles and everything. A gift from the other members of the cadre and the militia.

“They can party?” Tarcil scoffed from his own spot in the water, naked as a jaybird and slightly tipsy. “You did…that thing….the… What did he call it?”

“A helicopter dick,” Raisha said somewhat dreamily.

“Yes, that,” Tarcil deadpanned.

Jason at least had the decency to look embarrassed. “Maybe I got a little too into it….”

He’d also gotten a little drunker than he’d intended. Most Shil’vati beverages tended towards the fruitier side of things, which made gauging just how much alcohol was in them a bit harder than it would be on Earth.

“I don’t know,” Raisha said, flushing slightly - or at least, turning bluer than she was already. Given that she was naked in a hot-tub with two equally naked guys, something that had to have come up in her wildest fantasies at least once, she’d already been rather flushed. “I thought it was rather fun.” She frowned slightly. “You know, right up until he threw up on everyone.”

Now it was Jason’s turn to flush a deeper shade of red. He honestly couldn’t decide what was worse, the helicopter dick, or the vomit bukkake that followed it.

At least it had served to sober him up some. The three of them had gotten out of there rather quickly after that, lest the combined militia and cadre group’s gratitude at being granted victory be outweighed by the indignity of being sprayed by the surprisingly fluorescent contents of Jason’s stomach.

Though one of them did look kind of into it, he thought, shuddering at the woman’s expression in his memory. Like Christmas had come early….

Fucking Shil’vati.

Jason deliberately put the thought from his mind as he turned to his two friends. None of them had explicitly stated that they’d be bathing together. It had just sort of happened. He knew for a fact that it wasn’t a normal Shil’vati custom, given that Freyxh had been fairly mystified by the notion of social grooming.

He also wasn’t ignorant to the way that Raisha was fairly vibrating in place. The girl had most definitely not forgotten the promise he’d made her, and certainly intended to collect. Which was fortunate for him because he was feeling a little amorous himself.

“Alright, I’m out,” Tarcil said clambering from the tub and wrapping a towel around himself.

“What?” Jason asked.

“I’m getting out of here before you two get down to business,” the alien said as he stepped through the door into the other room. “I’ll be in my room,” he said, referring to the one they’d booked next door for this very reason.

“I, ah,” Jason started to say, feeling slightly guilty at essentially pushing Tarcil away. “Thanks!” he called belatedly to the retreating alien’s back.

“You owe me!” Tarcil called back, slipping on his shirt as he slipped out of the room.

Leaving Jason alone with Raisha.

The young woman was blushing up a storm, and seemed torn between staring at him and staring at anywhere but him. It was kind of cute, to see her all bashful like this.

“Where’d all that confidence from the laundry room disappear to?” he teased.

The woman’s eyes widened, before a strange fire bloomed in them, making Jason wonder if he had just made a mistake.

The alien swept forward, spilling water onto the tiled floor as she stalked towards him through the suds, her partially submerged breasts parting the water before them like the prow of a ship.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” Raisha murmured, her voice filled with an almost frightening need. It was like he was listening to an entirely different person. Gone was the goofy farm girl, replaced by a grown woman who was positively burning with desire.

“Wait!” Jason most definitely did not squeak, stopping her in her tracks.

Just as quickly as the ravenous woman had arrived, she was gone, and the goofy Raisha he knew was back in her place. “What? Did I come on too strong? Mum always said the guys like confidence, but she also said not to be too pushy. Was I too pushy? I can be gentler. I promise.”

Despite himself, Jason wanted to chuckle, and it took almost inhuman willpower to hold it in. He could only imagine the catastrophic damage he would do to the poor girl’s ego if he showed a hint of amusement right now.

“No, it’s just…I was with Adrilla and Freyxh in a tiled bathroom,” he said, cringing slightly at the fact that he was bringing up the two women he’d slept with before Raisha. “I was kind of hoping to, you know, do it on a bed with you?”

He trailed off, looking at the ceiling. “You know? Make it special.”

…and avoid the inevitable bruising that followed such a liaison.

Silence reigned, and he wondered if he’d make a mistake. Slowly he craned his eyes down to look at his pseudo-girlfriend, bracing for the worst. Raisha looked shocked, her mouth wide open, and he couldn’t tell if that was good or bad.

“Raisha?” he prompted.

“Yes?” she said, before shaking her head. “I mean, yes! To the thing. The bed thing. I would like that!”

Jason nodded. “Ok then let’s- Hurk.”

Then he was being dragged out of the tub and toward the bed. He flinched a little as he was near bodily thrown onto it – not at being thrown, but at the wet patch he had no doubt was forming under him.

Going to be a pain trying to sleep while avoiding that tonight, he thought.

Though he had a feeling that sleep was the last thing on Raisha’s mind as she stood over him.

It was kind of a shame. He’d had an idea in his head as to how this evening would go. There’d be romance. Seductive massages. Foreplay. Little kisses and shows of affection. He’d really intended to go the whole nine yards to make it a night for the alien girl to remember.

…Of course, he’d forgotten that Raisha had more in common with your average male teen than a woman from Earth.

Complete with fumbling and haste, he thought as she squeezed his pecs in a manner he imagined she fondly thought of as sexy or pleasurable. It wasn’t. It was cute, in an adorably clueless way, which he supposed was sort of sexy.

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He jolted a little as her tongue slid over his stomach, the warm organ skittering across the skin with little in the way of rhyme or reason. It wasn’t a little bit of tongue either. It was a full body swipe, as if she was trying to give him a sponge bath. He glanced down to say something, only to see that she wasn’t even looking at him. Her entire focus was on what she was doing.

“Guh.” He let out an involuntary grunt as she swallowed his member into her mouth. A member that quickly got the fully body tonguing that his stomach had just received as it was lathered with thick hot saliva. Gripping the bed as he arched his back in surprise, he had to concede that what Raisha lacked in talent, she was more than making up for with enthusiasm.

“Igh at hood?”

“Please don’t talk with your mouth full,” he said, trying not to laugh as he looked down into Raisha’s wide hopeful eyes. “And yes, it’s quite nice.”

He’d been about to suggest she slow down a bit, but given the way the girl’s face lit up, he found he couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. Instead, he had to lie back as Raisha somehow redoubled her efforts.

Say what you would about the average penis, it wasn’t complicated. Talented tongue work or not, Jason could feel his own orgasm approaching.

“Raisha, I, ah….”

A more experienced partner might have taken that as a cue to slow down and draw out the pleasure. Raisha doubled down. Both hands came up to cup his ass, as if she was trying to draw more of his member into her mouth.

“Gah!”

The eager alien sucked hard, pulling back, her soft cheeks pillowing against the head of his member. He groaned, and a light seemed to go on in Raisha’s head. She drove down again, pillowy soft lips rubbing against his shaft, as she realized that the motion of her head served to increase his pleasure.

The hotel room was filled with categorically obscene sounds of wet sucking as the Shil’vati positively went to town on him. Back arching, Jason's hands shot out to grip her head, trying to slow her down, but she wouldn’t relent. She knew he was close, and she was aiming to push him over the edge with single-minded persistence. She continued her tempo, strong hands holding him in place as she coaxed his orgasm from him with continuous and relentless swipes of her tongue across his head.

Jason gripped the bed sheet, legs tensing as he came. Raisha held him in place, silky throat coaxing more and more of his emission from him. Jason could do it little but ride out the pulsing sensation of pleasure emanating from his groin as the alien eagerly drank. Finally it ended though and he collapsed into the bed, releasing the bunched sheets in his hand.

“Wooh,” he sighed. “A bit unorthodox, but that felt- Gah!”

Raisha’s tongue swiped over his ultra-sensitive head, sending an arc of both pleasure and pain shooting from his hips up his spine.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” he grunted, twisting and writhing as the most agonizing pleasure shot up from him.

Fortunately, Raisha did. Releasing his member with an audible pop, she grinned at him.

“Did you like it?” she asked. “You seemed to be going really wild at the end there.”

Jason collapsed once more, staring up at the ceiling.

“I did,” he allowed. “Just…give me a minute. Guys get sensitive, after they, uh, finish.”

From the corner of his eye, he could see Raisha nodding enthusiastically. “I know.”

“So why did you keep going?” he asked incredulously.

“Well, I figure if guys get more sensitive after they finish, then surely it would feel even better.” The girl was practically beaming, as if she’d just made some amazing discovery. Crossed a new sexual frontier.

Jason sighed. This was the difference between book learning and practical knowledge.

“You ever been tickled?” he asked.

Raisha nodded uncertainly.

“Did it feel good or bad?” he continued.

“Good?” She blinked. “For a little bit at least.”

“Not so fun if they keep tickling you though, is it?” Jason prompted.

To her credit, Raisha was quick to catch on. “Ah, so not so good?”

Jason propped himself up to smile at her. “Actually, the first bit was good. Very good. Maybe a bit too… intense, but fun. Just, give a guy a minute after he finishes.”

Raisha nodded, slightly uncertain but still obviously happy with herself. Fortunately, their brief conversation had given him enough time to recuperate.

“Ready for round two?” he asked.

Either Raisha didn’t know how long it took for a Shil’vati male to recover, or she’d heard from the others, because she didn’t show any particular surprise at his recently revived member. No, she just looked excited.

“Can…Can I ride you?” she asked, almost shyly.

Jason smiled. “Don’t you want me to return the favor?”

He opened his mouth and made some frankly comical tongue movements. Not that you’d know that from Raisha’s expression, as the girl blushed blue. She surprised him though, by shaking her head.

“Maybe later,” she said with some small reluctance. “Right now I just want to…you know….”

Lose her virginity? Still, Jason wasn’t about to argue. Instead, he simply shuffled up the bed slightly, so that his legs were no longer dropped over the side. Grinning, Raisha somewhat awkwardly clambered over on her knees. Eventually her aroused and engorged purple slit was hanging over him, the slightly opened folds revealing the pulsing blue flesh within.

He could actually feel the heat coming off it. The smell was incredible too, a sort of flowery musk that hung heavy in the air. Even as she stood there, a thick globule of warm lubricant fell from it to splash against the head of his member before streaming down his thighs, something that seemed to almost embarrass Raisha as she glanced away.

Resisting the urge to laugh once more at her surprising bashfulness, Jason simply looked up at her. “Ready?”

For just a moment, the young woman looked almost unsure of herself, before a determined, almost saucy, look came over her features. Grinning down at him, she lowered herself.

It was incredible.

The sensation of her outer folds parting before his member, as his head slowly slipped into her hot, slimy insides. The girl was practically a furnace inside, and Jason could feel the folds of her inner walls twitching and flexing against his member.

“Ugh,” Raisha grunted, a look of sublime delight on her face. In fact, her whole body seemed to be flexing, her powerful abdominals standing taut against her purple skin as they tensed. Her thighs rhythmically squeezed against his hips and just as Jason bottomed out within her and the warm skin of her thighs was resting against his own, there seemed to be one final shudder.

Then the girl slumped. Panting breathlessly. A few moments passed in silence, broken only by the alien’s ragged breathing.

Jason opened his mouth to ask the obvious question. “Raisha, did you just-”

“No!” the alien interrupted, her half-lidded golden eyes shooting wide open, black sclera gleaming as she managed to flush an even deeper shade of blue.

She obviously had. Orgasmed, that is. It was entirely the wrong face for pain and he sincerely doubted that in a society as revved up as the Shil’vati that every growing girl didn’t have a dildo stashed away somewhere at home. So yeah, she’d just popped off. Which begged the question, did Shil’vati females have an equivalent for the idea of someone being a ‘quick-shot?’

“Right,” he said slowly. “Well, I suppose we can just wait here for a second. Let you adjust.”

“Uh, I can go right now,” the girl stammered, lifting her hips slightly. Of course, that was all she managed to do before she grimaced, apparently feeling the same hypersensitivity she’d subjected him to not a minute ago.

“Ok,” Jason said, struggling not to laugh as he kept his face deliberately neutral, “then I need a minute or two to get used to how…tight you are.”

Raisha squinted at him, looking for any sign of mockery or deception. Fortunately, he managed to keep his face utterly straight. Finally, the girl seemed to relent.

“Well, I suppose I can wait,” she said with a tone that fooled neither of them.

Finally letting himself smile, Jason nodded as he allowed himself to lie there. Which was a bit harder than he’d made it sound. Raisha was tight. She felt downright incredible and her insides continued to pulse and squeeze at his member, even as she tried to remain completely still.

The view was no less impressive. Raisha’s truly spectacular breasts hung above him, each easily the size of his head, and buoyed up and down by the alien’s ragged breathing. The heavy breasts wobbled like the world’s most enticing plate of jello as they loomed over him, capped by a pair of thick rubbery blue nipples. Sweat beaded on her purple skin, streaming down the valley of her chest to run in rivulets across her taut stomach.

Eventually, though he was distracted from the vista above, he began to feel small twitches as Raisha began to move once more, tentatively testing to see if her bout of hypersensitivity had passed.

She moved slowly, her loins clinging to his shaft with surprising suction. He could feel every subtle texture of her walls as they slid across his skin, every bump and wrinkle, each one eliciting a pang of pleasure. She dropped down again with none of the franticness of before, driving him deep inside her. He could feel her molten insides quivering, as the soft flesh of her thighs closed once more around him. The ecstatic grin on her face was adorable, not quite the goofball he knew, but not quite the passionate woman he’d glimpsed so briefly before.

She increased her pace, growing more confident with time, and Jason was content to let her. Soon, the wet sounds of their coupling were audible even over the alien’s own labored breathing.

Gaining speed, Jason watched with fascination as the rows of the alien’s abs twisted and flexed beautifully in time with her gyrations. The springs of the bed began to squeak, and every time their bodies slapped together once more, Raisha’s ample breasts bounced enticingly.

For all that she was trying to pace herself, her excitement was obvious, and it didn’t take long for it to overcome her hesitance. She began to move with more enthusiasm and force, her clenching interior muscles stroking him relentlessly as she bounced up and down, each one driving the air from his lungs. Jason’s hands moved up, gripping her hips for purchase, feeling the muscles beneath her satiny soft pale purple skin shifting in time with her movements.

“Am I…hurting you?” Raisha asked with some concern, slowing her movements.

“I’m not that soft,” he said with a smile. “Just getting in on the action is all.”

Raisha’s smile was beaming, as she continued once more. Though this time Jason used his hands to guide her, allowing her to retain her pace without simultaneously performing chest compressions on him.

As she continued, the pair of lovers finding their pace, she began to experiment. Her motions shifted from the mindless up and down toward a more sensual rocking pattern. Jason let out a small surprised grunt as his member stirred around inside her in response to her movements.

“You like that?” she asked, an almost smug hint to her features. “All the girls on the data-net said it drove their guys crazy.”

“It’s good,” he admitted. “Damn good.”

Still, he wasn’t about to let himself be entirely upstaged here. He had a reputation as a human to think of. Rising to a sitting position, his hands moved up to grip her chest, putting to use what he had learned with his liaisons with other amorous Shil’vati. The yielding flesh spilled through his fingers as he palmed the basketball sized globes, the alien’s thick nipples brushing against his fingers as he did.

He wasn’t gentle, digging his fingers into the meat, pinching the nipples between his fingers. Shil’vati were built tough, and while their breasts had a lovely cluster of nerves in them, one had to be a little rough to stimulate them. When you did though? Well, the response was immediate as he felt Raisha’s inner passage clamp down on him.

“Fuck, Jason," Raisha gasped, back arching as she instinctively pushed her breasts into him. “That feels…”

“Nice?” he prompted, using what little leverage he could to get a few short thrusts in, eliciting more sharp little gasps from his lover.

“I never…I never knew it would be this good,” she said, sounding for all the world like she was having a religious experience.

"Are you close?" he asked, firing off another few short thrusts. He asked mostly because he was getting pretty close himself.

“Yes,” she murmured, biting her bottom lips almost shyly.

“Good, me too,” he responded, looking into her golden irises.

His confirmation that he felt as she did seemed light a fire in her, and the speed of their mating only served to increase as she switched once more to riding him wantonly, her powerful hips rising up and slamming down on him with an audible slapping sound. Her mouth latched onto his, her eyes gazing into his own with a visual ferocity looming in them, that strangely confident persona within her coming to the fore once more as her features took on an almost predatory bent.

Though it couldn’t last. It didn’t take long at all for her thrusts to become erratic, her legs twitching as her insides became unbearably tight around him. It was as if her inner walls were putting all they had into milking him, pulsing waves of hot velvety muscle desperately trying to coax him into spilling his seed within her.

"Jason!” she cried, releasing her lip lock as the orgasm she’d slowly been building towards let loose like a tsunami.

Jason was powerless to resist as her own orgasm tipped him over the edge and he felt himself go off like a firehose within her. He could do little but lie back as his emission sprayed against her insides, hot cum splashing against her tender walls. Raisha’s legs wrapped around him as if some base instinct compelled her to ensure that not even a single drop of his release escaped.

Then it came to an end.

The quaking of her muscles eventually ceased and she released him, falling to the bed in a sweaty, exhausted pile. Jason was little better as he collapsed back in turn, the couple’s legs still entwined like the world’s strangest puzzle. He didn’t care. A satisfied ache permeated his entire being. As if every muscle had just received a most thorough work out.

The two lay there in shared bliss.

Certainly, Adrilla had been more skilled on a technical level. His liaison with Freyxh had held the allure of a certain taboo though she’d been no slouch in the technical department herself. So, too, had many of the human women on Earth he’d bedded been more proficient.

Raisha had been a virgin in all senses of the word. From her thrusts to her kisses, it had all been spirited, but very much lacking in subtlety or skill. Hell, he was pretty sure he was bleeding from a gash on his lip from either her tusks or her teeth.

Still, for all that, it was probably the most fulfilling sex he’d ever had. The sense of closeness, of union. It just blew those other experiences out of the water.

Glancing over his heaving chest, he wondered why she was being so quiet. Then he heard it.

A loud snore.

“Typical,” he murmured with a small chuckle. Still, as he looked upon the sleeping alien, her open mouth devoid of anything close to ladylike charm, he couldn’t help the warm sensation that burgeoned in his chest. “I guess we won’t be going for a second round.”

Then his hand shifted and he felt something cold and wet under him.

Lovely, he thought as he noted the large wet patch that still remained from his unexpected sojourn from the hot tub. Looking at Raisha’s sleeping form, he noted that she’d quite effectively taken up all the ‘dry’ area that remained on the bed. Or at least, relatively dry, given their recent activities.

Looking at the damp patch, he sighed. Whatever, he’d just have to tough it out.