It amused Shepard that as she stood up and collected her oil and towel, Senecio's group of friends gasped in surprise and there was a flurry of movement to clear room for her as they approached.

Senecio made the introductions. Tysten, she knew already. Athrys Filix was the only other without Palaveni marks (his was a blocky set of white radial stripes fanning out over his forehead, cheeks, mandibles and chin). And rounding out the group was Crispin Dactylon.

She set her towel down next to Tysten and Senecio returned to his spot.

"So, how about a little debriefing? Why send you out?" Shepard looked at him.

"Because I am not provincial and have successfully propositioned partners outside of my species," Senecio replied frankly. "Also, I am a top class sprinter, so the risk was deemed acceptable."

Shepard snorted.

"Okay, wise guy. Makes sense. But the interested parties in question..." she looked at Tysten, who gulped. "I wouldn't have minded if you asked, you know."

"Oh..." Tysten muttered.

"You'll have to forgive him. He's rather overawed at this moment," Athrys drawled.

"He has a poster of you," Crispin added. "He's that big of a fan."

Poor Tysten looked like he was about to melt into a puddle of embarrassment, so Shepard scooted closer to him, presenting her back to him.

"You said you wanted to help? Go right ahead," she smiled over her shoulder with encouragement.

He managed not fumble as he started to spread a dollop of oil over her back, making a surprised noise at the first feel of her skin.

She quirked an eyebrow in question. Senecio got another drop of oil and reached out, taking one of her arms and began rubbing it in.

"You're softer than an asari, I dare say," he looked surprised. "Nice."

That was enough to have Athrys and Crispin moving to join in, curious. Shepard sighed, finding their care and the warmth of their palms entirely relaxing over her shoulders, arms, and over her navel.

"Tysten, she's done on her back, isn't she?"

Tysten made an affirmative noise.

"Well, then. Time to go on, right?"

Tysten slid his hands down slowly and Shepard felt him kneading at her waist. Senecio's mandibles worked, observing her.

"Ah. So, more like the asari."

He slid up with both hands and cupped her breasts. Shepard's eyes opened with a sharp intake of breath.

"Whoa, there."

"Commander?"

He was still moving, smoothing his palms along the underside of her breasts. It was suddenly very clear that he knew what he was doing and that yes, it was going to happen if she would let it. Athrys and Crispin had one hand each on her thighs, not moving, watching and waiting for her reaction.

And as if to further punctuate the potential, that couple in the the middle of the room were still going at it. Granted, in a different position, with her on her back, her legs propped up on his shoulders.

"Go on," she nodded.

Senecio's mandibles flared into a quick grin before he guided her so that she was being held in the crook of Tysten's arm, one of her arms over his shoulder. Shepard shifted a little, getting used to the texture of his plates and hide, before settling into place, leaning against him.

"Tysten?"

"Ah?"

Tysten seemed to be in a dreamlike stupor over the fact that he was holding Shepard.

"Do pay attention."

Senecio got his drink and dipped a finger into it. He withdrew and hovered his finger over one of Shepard's nipples. A drop of liquor formed on one talon and finally dripped down, making her gasp, as her nipple hardened from the warmth of the liquor. He did the same to the other. Tysten's mandibles fluttered, fascinated.

"There. Now clean that up with your tongue, Tysten."

Tysten blinked and moved to obey, dipping his head and with great delicacy lapped at a nipple. Shepard made another pleased sound and he crooned in reply, moving to the other.

A great languor took over Shepard's body and she could barely keep her eyes open, hardly noticing as Senecio joined Athrys and Crispin's stroking and kneading of her thighs, working more oil onto her skin. They gradually got her legs spread apart and she had to open her eyes for that. They were looking at her.

"Problem?" her voice was breathy.

"Not at all. Just takes a little getting used to. Asari are blue too, you know."

Shepard nodded in understanding before stroking her fingers along the softer hide of Tysten's neck, making him purr and cup his hand over a breast, kneading there as he'd seen Senecio do while he continued to lick her. He kept his touch light, unused to the rolling feel of it, delighting in how he was pleasing her.

Senecio was done getting the lay of the land, so to speak, and was circling the pad of a finger alongside her clit, knowing very well not to jump directly on. She shuddered and it was an irrevocable call, Athrys and Crispin joined in, echoing Senecio's lead. She was glistening wet now from a combination of oil and her own desire and they couldn't get enough of the feeling of it on their fingers. Shepard had never felt anything like this, so many fingers petting and stroking her with singular purpose, so thoroughly and completely and all that tension from seeing the two couples beforehand rose up in Shepard and she cried out, tightening her grip on Tysten as she came.

Tysten continued to hold her until she could open her eyes to look up at them. Athrys and Crispin had resumed petting her thighs and hips. Senecio was taking another drink.

"Would you like to continue?" he finally asked.

Shepard smiled.

"Well, since Tysten's my biggest fan, I think I'll start with him. What do you want, hmm?"

She caressed his neck some more and Tysten flushed again.

"Anything you want," he replied. "I don't know."

Shepard glanced at Senecio. She certainly didn't know what would be good for Tysten and she wanted it to be good. Senecio understood.

"Would you have a problem sucking him, Shepard?"

She quirked an eyebrow while Tysten startled.

"Come on, Tysten," Senecio laughed. "You've asked me enough times about it. Now is the time to find out for yourself. It's a treat."

"... Okay. If Shepard agrees."

"Sure, I'll suck you off. To start."

She smiled at his eager expression and moved so that she was between his legs.

"Shepard, however slowly you think you ought to go, go slower than that. Gently. He won't last otherwise."

Tysten made a protesting cough.

"Honestly, you'll see. You two, also, if you're lucky," Senecio gestured at Athrys and Cripsin, who were avidly watching.

Shepard looked down at Tysten's emerged hardness. Blue, ridged, but not otherwise giving her any doubts about how to handle it. She leaned in, steadying it with a hand and started kissing it after licking her lips, letting her lips explore the texture of it.

The slickness of it that she assumed was the natural lubrication was... more than acceptable in taste. This was going to be fun.

tbc