I'm sorry for the short delay. Enjoy.

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Tom had always prided himself for being "above" the allures of womenfolk. His time in the Alliance had beaten professionalism into him to the point where fraternization was simply not an issue. However strong the temptations were, his willpower was stronger. Sure, the company of a pretty lady was nice and all – as well as far more pleasing than the company of a fellow man – but Tom had made himself better than to be disarmed by a simple cute smile and batted eyelashes.

"A strong mind is just as important as a strong body," his father would say to him when he was younger. Those words continued to ring true for Tom, even long after he had left Earth to join the Alliance.

…But mother of God, did Tom get blindsided tonight.

A single woman by herself? He could have handled that easily, even if she was absolutely gorgeous. But he had to deal with two of them. Two stunning paragons of femininity and sensuality, circling him like two panthers ready to strike. And that was not even touching on the fact that the two women happened to be blue-skinned aliens born half a galaxy away from Earth.

They had Tom trapped with no route to escape, one on either side of him as he sat at the bar.

One of the asari, the taller, shapelier of the two, had white markings adorning her angelic face, a burst of petals across her brow and forehead. At the moment, she was near pressing herself into his side, a look of false innocence in her eyes. She idly poked at his arm, almost in disbelief at how much thicker it was than her own.

"We don't see many humans on this station," She spoke, her soft voice an odd mix between 'wise, ancient alien' and 'curious party girl'.

Ignoring the warmth spreading through his chest and across his face, Tom managed to form a not-pathetic response. "We're new to the galaxy at large," He started, making sure to look the lady in the eyes and not lower. "And a lot of us humans don't think we'll get much of a warm welcome after our… explosive introduction to Citadel Space."

The asari cocked a brow, an eerily human expression, leaning back against the bar and giving Tom a very good opportunity to see how well-formed she was. With the way she was dressed, all tight silk and a plunging neckline, he was sure it was on purpose.

"You think your kind is unwelcome?" She asked, appearing to be genuinely concerned.

Tom shrugged, a deliberately aloof gesture. The last thing he wanted was to look like a whining stiff.

"Unwelcome, unwanted, perhaps even a little hated," He replied, his voice flat. He kept a straight face as well, unwilling to betray anger and disappointment, even with bad memories tugging down at the corners of his mouth. "At least, that's what I picked up from most people here."

It was just Tom's luck that the asari at his side seemed to be able to read him, somehow picking up on his thoughts by just looking at him. She nodded, "I see. I know that there is still tension between your people and those of the Citadel Council. Especially with the turians, because of the fighting at that colony…" She trailed off, realizing she might have started to dig up unpleasant thoughts. But even then, the asari was not at all swayed from her mission, easing herself closer to the imposing human male.

"To say that there's 'tension' is a bit of an understatement, miss," Tom answered, chuckling mirthlessly. Inside his mind, the more primitive side of him was furious at his apparent self-sabotage in being brusque with the two asari at his sides. It had been a long time since Tom had the pleasure of woman's company.

The other blue siren, a shorter, slender woman, finally spoke, resting a warm hand on his shoulder.

"I've heard about humans facing discrimination and prejudice here on the Citadel," She said, her voice smooth like honey. "Simply dreadful. I'm sorry if you have had to encounter it. Such behavior is far from our best."

It was a hell of thing that she managed to draw a small smile from Tom. Or perhaps not, considering her dress was just the right amount of smug to show off her toned, athletic body.

"No need to apologize, miss." Tom told her, stealing a once-over of her feminine form. Not bad at all. "It's not like you two ladies have done anything like that. And it's not as if I can't handle it. I've dealt with far worse than racist insults."

The shorter asari smiled, and for a moment Tom was a teenage boy again. Heat returned to his face for he was unsure if the woman's smile was because of his cracking wise or that she caught him ogling her.

"We assumed as much," Said the asari with facial markings, drawing his attention back to her. "You don't carry yourself like a normal person."

Tom gave the asari a bemused look. "That so?" He inquired, curious as to what she meant by that.

The slender asari answered for her friend, "Your posture betrays a military history. Your movements are all deliberate. Disciplined."

That drew an actual chuckle from Tom, even if it was from disbelief.

"Perceptive of you."

A finger slowly tracing the contours of his arm drew Tom's focus back to the alien with the great rack.

"We asari always are," She said with confidence, smiling proudly. "Some salarians even go as far as to say that my kind have minor telepathic abilities."

And there it was. That sense of superiority Thomas had gotten from damn near every alien he came across since landing on the Citadel. The smile dropped off his face as if gravity had made it its bitch.

Tom raised his glass for a gulp of his drink only to remember that he had run dry a while before the asari descended upon him. Even worse, the bartender was nowhere in sight, undoubtedly having made himself scarce to help his fellow man in getting lucky with two alien dames.

At the time, Tom had appreciated it. But now…

The human frowned. "I suppose that's impressive," He said, halfway cordial. It's better than what the salarians say about mankind. Or the turians. Best thing I've heard a turian say about humans is that we make good targets.

The face-painted asari adopted a more even look, making a gesture of indifference. "That's just what a few salarians say and it's known that salarians like to say plenty of things. I wouldn't put so much faith in speculation. Really, we are just people like everyone else."

She smiled then, her angelic face growing brighter. Tom did not think it was fair. He was a grown-ass man who fought and killed scary, scaly aliens and now here he was, half frustrated, half unbearably horny, all because of a couple of pretty blue faces.

In his mind, he argued with himself over how to respond. In the end, his male pride won out over carnal urges.

"Wow," He said, sounding unimpressed. "Superior and humble. Amazing."

The asari blinked, her radiant smile faltering. It came like a stab to his heart to see her cheeks grow purple. It was then that Tom realized he had never seen an embarrassed asari before. They had always seemed so… regal, royal even. If he were to be honest then, he thought she looked sort of… adorable.

"We… we were not trying to offend," The other woman said, hands raised apologetically. "If you thought that Marrei was inferring that asari are somehow… better…"

"Relax, miss." He interrupted, suddenly embarrassed himself when he took a moment to consider how much of a cock he was being just moments before. They were just making conversation, Tom. Two hot blue aliens practically in your lap! Quite torpedoing yourself!

Baser urges had risen to the forefront of his mind and now he was attempting to salvage what could possibly be a fantastic night. "It was a joke," He half-lied. "A bad one too, apparently. Look, I'm… I'm not trying to be rude. You two seem like a couple of nice, friendly ladies just trying to make small talk. If anyone should be apologizing, it's me."

The smiles returned to the asari's faces. "That won't be necessary, Mister…?"

Tom set his back straight, holding out a hand to shake. The asari gave it a quick look of confusion before slowly, gently mirroring the gesture with her opposite hand. Her skin was soft, Tom noted, and warm.

"Thomas. Thomas Ford," He answered with a grin.

"Thomas Ford," Marrei repeated, almost whistfully. She looked right into his eyes as she said it. The human's heart almost forgot to beat of a moment. "I like it."

"You can call me Tom," He said, perhaps a bit too quickly.

Both asari were smirking now, like they knew exactly what was going through the poor human's head…

"You can call me Lataya," The slender asari replied, touching her fingertips to her collarbone, unknowingly – or knowingly – drawing the man's eyes to her cleavage. It was very nice cleavage. Perhaps not as… pronounced as her friend's, but still.

"And my name is Marrei."

I've seen this vid before. I'm either going to have the best night of my life or I'm going to be torn apart by a couple of alien succubae. God, if you exist, please make it the first thing.

Tom cleared his throat, the strain in his pants making it uncomfortable to sit on the barstool. "So… what was that about you asari being telepaths?"

Marrei giggled, her voice rich and feminine. "It's not true of course. At least, not in the way the salarians believe it to be. It may look that way to them, but in reality it's because we asari are an extremely social people," She explained. "Thousands of years of close-knit communities and interwoven civilizations left us with an almost natural ability to 'read' people, provided we learn enough about their culture."

Tom raised a brow. "Sounds useful. No wonder the galaxy considers you to be a whole species of diplomats. Your cultures are built upon creating ties with others." He gave what was most likely a doofy-looking grin. "So, can you ladies 'read' me?"

Lataya gave the human a thoughtful look, crossing her arms beneath her breasts – something Tom wished he hadn't noticed. Now, he couldn't stop noticing them.

"From what we've seen so far?" The short asari began. "You seem stressed. Frustrated. Perhaps even a little angry even if you do try your best to bury it."

The grin dropped from his face. He blinked. Stupidly.

Marrei cut in then. "I see some disappointment in you as well. I'm going to guess that you came to the Citadel with a hopeful heart and open mind only to have many doors of the galaxy slammed shut in your face."

Lataya chose that moment to put a gentle hand on his arm, same as her friend. "Those prejudiced individuals you encountered have tainted your perception of us," She guessed correctly. "That's why you came to these predominantly human establishments instead of the more popular, mainstream services. You don't want to deal with another alien who looks down on you for being human."

For a time, Tom was too off-put to form a coherent reply. The asari were… very correct. That and the fact that both of the attractive, blue-skinned alien females were rather close to his person and touching him… Tom found that the bar had gotten rather warm.

"Damn," He sighed, releasing a breath he did not know he had been holding in. "Am I that obvious?"

Lataya smirked, almost infuriatingly coy. "It was only a guess." She said sweetly, shrugging.

"Damn good guess," Tom shot back, letting out a small chuckle. "Though I do have to ask: what are a couple of ladies such as yourselves doing in a 'predominantly human establishment'?"

It was Marrei's turn to smirk. She let go of his arm, her fingers lingering just so on his bicep, before leaning back against the bar again. Tom noted that her plunging neckline gave him a good window to view her more… ample features, as well as her delightfully flat tummy.

Best dress in the galaxy.

There was a certain look in Marrei's eyes as she stared back at him, a look the human hadn't had the pleasure of receiving for a long while. That is, if the look Marrei was giving him meant the same thing to asari as it did to humans…

"We were curious. Humans are new to the Citadel. Lataya and I wanted to learn more about your kind. We were hoping to find someone to… educate us."

"That and we asari are generally welcomed by most species," Lataya finished.

"I wonder why…" Tom muttered, scratching his chin.

Marrei touched his arm again, slowly running her fingers up, up, up. She felt his bicep through his jacket, a very blatant grope. All the while, she held his gaze, smiling like a cat who finally got her mouse. On his other side, Tom could feel Lataya doing much of the same.

Marrei leaned into him, pressing her lips excruciatingly close to his ear. She whispered the next few simple words, her voice soft and gentle and purely feminine, but there were unspoken promises contained in them.

"Would you like to find out?"

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They had swept him off back to their shared apartment near the Presidium ring. A rather high end place from what they described, almost like his own living quarters near the human embassy.

The cab ride over had been… eventful, to say the least. Being trapped – no other word for it, really – between two amorous alien women was a new experience for Tom.

Lataya had chosen to take a seat in his lap for the duration of the ride – actually a more accurate word for it would be "straddling". She was pressed flush against him, her eyes locked with his own as she ran her hands over his chest, unashamedly feeling him up through his shirt.

Marrei lips were at his ear again. "We've never had the pleasure of a human's company before," She purred, her voice like honey. "Will you show us what mankind has to offer us asari, Tom?"

The human liked to think that he would have replied with something smooth and witty if Lataya had not taken that moment as a chance to kiss him. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue as well with the added benefit of being wet. He had been caught off guard, so in the beginning the asari dominated his mouth.

It was a fierce embrace, like she was starved for intimate contact. Wrapping his arms about her waist, Tom pulled the slender female closer and returned the kiss with equal fervor. The asari moaned into his mouth, fingers gripping his shirt tight. She ground her hips into his lap, drawing a grunt from him in return.

If Lataya was unnerved by the very firm – and growing – bulge that was Tom's crotch, she did a damn good job of hiding it.

At least I know she's familiar with male anatomy.

With Lataya's taut body in his arms and her breasts pressed close to his chest, Tom could clearly feel that the asar – or at least this one in particular – had no regard for undergarments. Even with his mind gone numb and his heart hammering against his ribcage, Tom made sure to find out for certain when he reached up to cup her generous globes of flesh through her dress. He could not help but squeeze, she was so soft.

All natural. God damn.

Lataya broke their lip-lock and made a sound so sweet, Tom was afraid that he would spend right there.

Sensitive girl. Good to know.

Normally, Tom would have voiced a protest against the sudden disconnect from such pleasant activities, but when he looked up, he could only smile.

Lataya had broken the kiss only for her lips to be captured once more by Marrei. It looked to be an even deeper embrace than what the slender asari had with him as Tom could see Marrei slip her tongue into her dear friend's mouth.

Girl on girl is still hot, even between aliens. Who would've thought?

Tom was content to simply watch the intimacy unfold on his lap but that soon proved to not be the case. The two asari turned to look down at their trapped prey, hungry eyes undressing him. The cab had reached their apartment then.

"Thomas," Lataya cooed, running a hand gently through his short hair. "Do you have work tomorrow? Any obligations?"

Tom shook his head. His pants had never felt so tight.

Her smile grew, her eyes bright and lovely.

"That means we can share you all night," She almost sang. If she did, God knows Tom would have joined her. The human knew in his gut that he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the galaxy at the moment.

Marrei opened the cab doors, allowing the cool air to meet them. She took Tom's hand and helped him up onto his feet, straightening his jacket. She did the same for Lataya. The pink nebula that surrounded the Citadel had never looked so beautiful, neither had the stars that hung above them.

"Come," Marrei beckoned him, swaying her hips as she and Lataya moved towards their apartment block, tempting the human with what he would soon have. "A bed is far more comfortable than a car seat."

Behind Tom, the cab doors closed and the automated vehicle lifted into the air with a low hum, before flying off to return to the cab lot.

Before Tom, the two asari sauntered up to their building, casting seductive glances back over their shoulders, giggling.

Tom followed, the heat in his chest and gut almost undoing him. There was nothing else he could or wanted to do.

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Marrei and Lataya's first sexual encounter with a human male had been an illuminating experience. Stripping the tall, burly creature of his pesky clothing had been not unlike unwrapping a gift, a surprise to be savored.

From the start it was clear that the human was indeed a male. Very male and impressively so. The two asari liked to think that they had been at least a little correct when they joked that he had some krogan ancestry, however impossible it seemed. Everything about Thomas was large. His arms, his legs, his musculature, his height…. Everything…

Their mission, of course, was getting him to use it. Preferably on them.

The human was anything but timid, especially after the pair slipped out of their dresses - he had proven to very much enjoy pawing at them, as did the girls themselves – but there was still a wariness to him, even after they succeeded in convincing him to join them in bed. Understandable, considering they were alien to him, even if they closely resembled the females of his species.

Luckily for the three of them, everything went smoothly after the first meld had been started with Marrei. A joining of minds, a merging of intimate thoughts, and Marrei knew Tom as well as he knew her. They forged a sort of… familiarity. A comfort between them to ease whatever tension remained.

Then, Marrei completed their merger by slowly guiding Tom insider her. There was some discomfort on the asari's part at the beginning, the sensation of being filled being something Marrei hadn't felt in years. The human's manhood was… imposing, much like the rest of his body. But he was gentle with her and eventually they settled into a steady and pleasurable rhythm, the oldest and most intimate of dances.

It had been far too long, Marrei realized, since she had experienced having a partner like Tom, having a male above her, inside her, his lips at her throat, tasting her like she was the sweetest thing he'd ever had. She moaned, her head lolling back to offer more of her body to the human. He accepted, planting kisses along her neck, her collarbone, lower and lower until he took a breast into his mouth.

Goddess… far too long…

Beside the pair was Lataya, naked as she lay on her side. At first she simply watched, enjoying the sight of her closest friend being taken by their newest plaything. But soon she decided to become more involved, reaching out to touch Marrei, slipping her wandering hand between their writhing bodies.

As usual, the first meld was swift, as Tom was not used to feeling pleasure of both mind and body in such intensity. He reached his peak with a loud guttural sound. The asari beneath him felt him throb and twitch inside her and his release, she found, was not unlike a fresh bottle of wine being shaken and having the cork popped. It was an equally furious climax for Marrei as she felt near everything her human felt through their mental link.

The shapely asari shuddered as she lay beneath the human, breathless as she felt his essence pool in the pit of her belly. An odd feeling but not at all unpleasant. Turian and drell males tended to avoid doing such things with asari partners. But not human men, it seemed. She explored his mind, discovering that for human males, to spend inside their females was… satisfying. A fulfillment of their deep-rooted natural urge.

If I were human, I might be pregnant now, Marrei thought suddenly, her nerves singing. She was shocked to realize that she was aroused by the idea.

Alas, the meld was eventually broken and Tom pulled away, reluctantly slipping free from the soft caress of her azure. Marrei sighed at the loss of his warmth. She felt alone, empty.

But where Tom was absent, Lataya dutifully replaced him, lips and tongue skillfully bringing her friend back to the very edge of ecstasy. She always was the more eager of the two. For a time, the woman relished the feeling of Lataya's tongue working inside her, content to let her slender friend clean up the mess the human left behind. Lataya rose from between Marrei's legs, lips and chin slick with a mix of human and asari fluids.

"Humans taste good," She said dreamily. Marrei snorted.

The second meld came with the pleasant surprise of their human becoming even more enthusiastic. It was Lataya's turn to sate her curiosity and sate it she did. Tom was unapologetically rough and brutish in both his lovemaking – if it could even be called that – and his handling of the smaller alien, but the lithe asari he had on her hands and knees before him very clearly loved it as much as he did. The sounds he drew from her lips as he took her made that abundantly clear.

We certainly enjoy our brutes, don't we?

It was a delicious sight, truly. Lataya on all fours, clawing at the bed sheets like a varren in heat, an expression of pure bliss on her beautiful face. Tom behind her, sweat glistening on his skin, muscles tense, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, driving himself deep with every loud, wet thrust.

Almost more beast than man… We will be keeping him.

He lasted longer with Lataya than he had with Marrei, but just barely so. Marrei watched the pair with earnest, savoring every little expression that fell across her friend's face as the male found his release inside her. From the looks of it, Lataya enjoyed the sensation as much as Marrei had. A primitive action, something one would expect unevolved barbarians to do. And yet… the feeling of being taken and claimed… marked… by some beast…

Marrei found that she hated herself for it, if only a little. Not because she enjoyed it, but because of why she enjoyed it. To feel thrilled at the idea of it, to support racist ideas such as humans being nothing more than primitive beasts. She was asari. She should be above such horrid and hurtful thoughts.

And yet she was wet just thinking about it. With Tom drawing her into his arms again, Marrei pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, a problem to be solved another time. This night was to be savored…

The third joining was a haze of lewd thoughts shared between depraved minds and warm flesh shared between bodies. More of a raging storm than a calm stream. Their human was growing tired by then and so were they. It was a testament to Thomas' effort that Marrei and Lataya were as exhausted as he was by the end of it all, a spent mess of blue and pale limbs entwined on a single bed.

Tom lay between them, content as a man could be as both asari gently ran their fingers over his body, touching and caressing all they could. He was masculine and alien, so different yet so close to the form of the asari. Sleep was gripping Marrei's mind then, tendrils sinking deep. But before she surrendered to her dreams she caught Lataya's gaze. Her friend smirked at her, tired eyes staring back.

Oh, yes, Lataya told her through their link. We will most definitely be keeping him.

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I find myself in a weird place when writing stuff like this. I want to be descriptive but not to the point where it's distasteful or just a play-by-play of people having sex. Nor do I want to just glaze over it and ignore it completely. I find doing that to be something of a cop-out on the writer's part.

By now, you all have figured out what I meant by "Male Fantasy". Not everyone's cup of tea, but what the hell, if I want to write about a polyamorous relationship between a human man and two asari, I damn well will.

The next chapter should focus on the morning after and the human learning more about his asari bedmates and vice-versa. More character exploration than sex, but I look forward to writing it still. So stay tuned for that.

I've got a few other ideas for stories similar to this posted on my profile. Feel free to look those up and let me know what you think in a PM. I always enjoy brainstorming with my fellows.

I hope you enjoyed the second part of this story. Let me know what you think by leaving a review, otherwise I can never know what I did wrong or did right.

Also, I would like to thank those who reviewed the first chapter for doing so in the first place, especially CobaltAC, RED78910, and Eterna1Soldier for their lengthy responses.

In other news, "Guardians of the Galaxy" should be a fun way to spend an afternoon. Can't wait for Friday.