The nubile teen in black

Considering your options as you allow your gaze to wander across the eight beautiful women kneeling at your feet, all of which seem suitably eager to please you. You note however, that their reactions to having your eyes feast upon are slightly different.

While the two golden-skinned sisters in red and gold tunics are delighted by your interest, and the big-chested blonde meets your gaze with a brazen one of her own when she spots how you pause to admire her ample chest, the white-haired beauty looks away shyly never once meeting your eyes, not even when you stroke her exotic hair. The woman in silk veils seems almost as reserved, her great dark eyes follow your every move, but when you look in her direction the immediately fall to the floor only to peek up at you the second your attention wanders. Is she shy, you wonder beneath the silk curtains masking her face or this this a game of seduction that she is playing at.

You had planned on using one of the Nubian women who had touched you so boldly in Drax's room, or perhaps the busty blonde with the huge rack and willing smile, but every time you look at one of the other women you find your gaze wandering to the lithesome teen with the strange leather outfit that clings to her like a second skin. She had seemed eager enough for your attention earlier.

"Come here girl." You tell her easily pulling her to her feet, even in the armor it feels like she weighs only slightly more than half your weight. She had after all promised to please you, and you can still remember how firm her young body had felt through the leather armor that covered her. "Show me how you take this off."

"I thought I explained, I can't take it off." She seems surprised by your request. "These scales have a mind of their own and must be coaxed gently or they won't cooperate." As she speaks she curls one of her legs around yours and pins your left thigh between hers, the dragonskin feels as smooth as a fish's belly but with all the warmth of her firm thighs instead of the cold flesh of a fish.

"You were serious?" You search her eyes for any sign of deceit and finding none slide your hand over the toned muscles of her lower abdomen once again. "This is real magic, not some trick to fool the buyers?" You see her eyes sparkle with amusement.

"Cut me with your gladius." She gestures to the blade that hangs from your waist. "See for yourself." Curiously you draw the blade and rest the point just under her throat. "Go ahead, warrior," she teases, "do your worst." Your first gentle slice glides in the valley between her small tits barely denting the black scales, but not cutting the suit, the material is tougher than it feels. "No, really - try to slice me open: you can't hurt me." A second upward slice should have at least cut into the armor, but again had no affect. "Is this really how men of Heliopolis fight?" She giggles, "my sister hits harder than that." A little tired of her mocking you push the nubile young **** over the arm of a nearby couch and smack her tight little ass with the flat of your gladius. It feels like hitting a hoplite's shield and your hand tingles from the vibrating blade, apparently what should have been a sharp stinging blow to the young woman's upraised ass had no effect on her at all.

"Oh, you like spanking naughty teases like me, do you?" She bats her eyes at you with a false innocence, "Maybe if you try hitting me a little harder?" By now you are truly intrigued and sheathing your sword you run your palm over the girl's ass. You can feel the tremor of her flesh just beneath the thin layer, and when you squeeze her cheek she gasps in excitement, but when your hand lands sharply on the perfect round target the scales that had been so smooth and supple tighten into a protective shield and it is your hand, not her firm buttocks, that is stinging, this time even worse than before.

"Oww." Your startled grunt makes her laugh even more freely than before.

"I hope you're not disappointed." She shrugs her small shoulders and wiggles her butt under your palm. "I can't be hurt, but he understands what I like."

"He?" She looks around the room and then her voice lowers to a whisper that you can just barely make out.

"I call my second skin Hektor, he and I have come to understand each other." The teen explains shyly and you begin to regret choosing this oddly clothed young woman instead of one of the tall Nubians. "Just as my armor thickens into a rock-hard shield when it is struck, it can soften and thin into a nearly transparent membrane when gently caressed." She places her soft hand over yours and presses it even lower. "Rub me right here and Hektor will share, I promise."