You give it a go

"What's your name little one?" You ask as you slowly stroke the black skin that covers her small breasts. "Is it your suit that gives you your flexibility?" Your hands skim lower over the slender girl's body feeling her abdominal muscles contract through the supple layer of magical scales.

"My name's Aleejah, and I'm flexible because I was training to be a ring-dancer before my sudden acquisition of Hector and my father's decision to send me away." You have no idea what a ring-dancer is but you've known dancers before and although none have been as limber as this teen, they all had at least some of her flexibility. By now your right hand has found the mound just above the juncture of her thighs and as you press against her Aleejah purrs like a cat.

"Mmmuurrrmm, that's nice." She coos as you slide your finger back and forth slowly into the crack that is deepening between what must be her labia, the second skin is so thin now that you can feel the heat from her sex and the hard nub of her pleasure pearl. With a little more pressure your middle finger stretches the elastic layer even more until your digit is buried up to the second knuckle, she is hot and tight around your finger and the scales of her armor seem to flutter like tiny feathers all around your finger. It feels a little like the sheaths made of intestines that you've worn when the women you were with were at their fertile peak, but oh so much better.

"Oh gods!" The girl gasps as you back her against the arm of the couch and lift one of her legs to your shoulder with your free hand. "Your cock," she moans boldly reaching for your shaft. "Oh Keli-Arna, I need this cock stretching me." You have no more idea who Keli-Arna is any more than you know what ring-dancers are, but when a young woman this fine begs you for your cock, who are you to worry about things that don't really matter. It has been almost a month since you've had a woman and your cock is rock hard eager for action.

The night before your unit shipped out of Heliopolis, a plump dark-haired maid crept into your room. Normally you shared the bed with two other hoplites, but on that night they were out carousing one final time. The girl had not been pretty. She had pock-marks on her face left over from a harsh bout of childhood smallpox, her dark hair was straight and hung lifelessly and her body had rolls of jelly instead of smooth curves. "Please, don't send me away." She begged as she climbed under the sheets and pressed herself to you. She made no demands for love or commitment, she just said she thought you were the nicest soldier she had ever met and wanted to give you pleasure before you left. During the next few hours you had her several times, and her enthusiasm, and desire to please, more than made up for her disfigured face and rolls of fat.

Since then you've had to be content with jerking off and thinking about finding a pretty woman when you take Athenapolis. Well, the lithe young woman stretched open in front of you now was a much tastier looking wench than the plump kitchen maid, and you wanted her badly. Not only that, but the feel of the warm scales that ripple and flutter wherever they touched you only adds to your excitement. All around the room the others are watching with keen interest as you prepare to enjoy one of their companions.

"Yes, give me that fat cock!" Aleejah urges you on as she feels your cock spring free and press against her belly. "I bet I'm the tightest little cunt you've ever fucked." The hot young teen was as explicit as temple prostitute in the sanctuary of Aphrodite, as she begs you to take her, and you wonder once again who this young woman really is and whether you can believe her tale of sorcery and abandonment. "Please, stick it in me! Stick me and make me scream!"