All characters are over 18 years old. This story is a work of fiction, no real life people are depicted here. This story does not and will not contain incest. This story will eventually contain bi relationships. They are hot asf, give it a try.
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Ben was having a weird day. Firstly, his boss called him in early to work. Secondly, he was magically transported to a different world, interrupting an orgy. And thirdly, he was oddly okay with it.
Truth be told, Ben's life on Earth wasn't much. He worked a dead-end job driving ambulances, he survived off cheap frozen meals and booze and lacked any prospective relationships. His family was estranged, his apartment was too expensive, and there was a pain in his bones no doctor could fix--working so much did that to a person.
And now? Now he stood among a sea of beautiful naked bodies, his cock in hand. Maybe it was a freak accident, maybe it was some higher power that pulled him here, maybe it was just dumb luck. Regardless, he was going to make the most of it.
"So, Sam--did I get that right?" he asked.
His volunteer sex partner stood, cum dripping from her lithe body. "Samantha Tillman, at your service, Sir Ambassador."
The was small in the cute way but fucking sexy where it mattered. Her tits were large for her frame and her ass jiggled like it was made for raw pounding. Her skin was silky smooth, and her hair draped across her shoulders like a blonde waterfall. She smiled with hunger in her eyes, and her perky nipples sang sultry melodies.
Ben eyed her up and down, and she did the same to him--well, everyone in the room eyed him. "Ambassador?" he asked.
Princess Raine answered, while walking across the room toward Sam, "Everyone from a different realm is called Ambassadors--Sex Ambassadors. What better name for someone binding our two homes?"
He slowly jerked his cock as he watched Sam writher under his gaze. She was divine, but before Ben could take her, he had more questions. "And what if I'm hostile?"
"Then we deal with you like a rabid dog." Raine paused her strut, staring him down. "Are you going to be a problem?"
He shrugged. "Doubt it."
"Good." The princess held her pointer finger out, producing a blue glow. She smiled at Ben, then tapped Sam on the top of her head. Power, energy, mana washed over the woman, removing all the dirt, cum, and spit caking her body. In an instant, Sam was clean as a whistle--and hot like the sun.
Raine turned back to Ben. "She's all yours."
A thought came to him. "And if I wanted the sloppy seconds?"
"Then Syrn here will gladly fill her until you're satisfied."
Ben traced the princess' finger, finding a muscular young man. They locked eyes for a moment before the servant looked away, red. "No," Ben said. "Well, maybe next time."
He caught the lad glance up, a hint of a smile twisting his lips up while a rush of blood inflated his cock.
"Are you going to fuck me or what?" Sam demanded, crossing her arms. "Because I'm getting cold standing here."
Ben turned his attention to the woman, his eyes turning predatory. He practically frolicked across the orgy room, everyone following his movements. He wrapped his arms around her small waist and pulled her close. Their lips mashed together, and Sam let out a delicate gasp. Ben shoved his tongue deep within her mouth, and she wrestled for control. Neither closed their eyes, but instead both stared down one another like warriors before battle. Then Ben broke away, breathing heavily.
"I guess I'm warmer now," Sam mocked. "But I could be warmer with anyone else in this room. Is that all you've got?"
"Easy now," Princess Raine said diplomatically. "He's new--"
Ben thrust up his hand, silencing the naked woman. "It's fine. I like a challenge."
Sam quirked an eyebrow. "Show me then, demon."
He reached his hands up to the nape of her neck, gripping her firmly. Years of working as a paramedic had taught him one thing: staying in shape meant an easier job when lifting people. Or, in this case, controlling a make out partner's head.
Sam tried to struggle out of his grasp while wrapping her own hands around his waist and ass. She pulled him close, purposefully angling his cock to rub against her bush, but no. Ben didn't give her the small victory. He kept her firmly in place, his lips locked with her and his fury overpowering her tongue.
He licked and purred, rubbing his fingers up her scalp and scratching her sensitive skin. Was it painful? No, but goddamn if it didn't make Sam melt. She let out soft moans, ones she tried to keep hidden. But Ben heard--the whole room heard.
"He really is a demon," someone said, whispering loud enough to warrant several nodding agreements.
Out of the corner of Ben's eye, he spotted Princess Raine lean in close to her servant, Syrn's, ear. She whispered something to him, causing the boy to go red. She liked the show, it seemed. And Ben wasn't one to disappoint.
"I'd say I won our little duel," he said to Sam. "Ready for round two?"
She looked up at him, her eyes shrouded with lust and pride. "First to cum?" she asked.
Ben thought for a moment. As much as that sounded awesome, he wasn't quite ready to cum yet. "If you can hold off cumming from my tongue for five minutes, you get a point. If you do, I get a point. How's that?"
Sam considered this before taking his hand and breaking their bodies apart. Ben's cock was stiff, and from where it was pressed into her, a bead of precum dripped. She led him to one of the room's many beds--the one in the center for all to watch. It was soaked with girl juices and cum, but with another flick of magic, the bed turned dry and shimmered with polish.
"Handy," Ben said.
She pulled a chest out from under the bed, yanking it atop the bed. "Sex magic is like that. Have you not seen such a lowly cantrip?"
"Earth doesn't have magic."
Several gasps sounded from around the room. "How could that be?" Princess Raine asked from behind. Her hand was on Syrn's dick, and she slowly rubbed it while he squeezed her ass. "Every Ambassadors' home has some form of magic, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to hear our dimensional moans."
Ben shrugged. "Don't know, don't care." He paused when Sam opened the chest and sorted through the countless sex toys. "At least, right now. I'll gladly sit down and talk to you about magic. But right now, I've got a war to win."
Sam's smirk turned devious. She found the toy she needed, slapped the chest closed, and tossed it to the ground. She then plopped onto her back and spread her legs. "Five minutes, right?" When Ben nodded, she tapped the toy. An illusionary countdown clock hovered above the bend. "If it hits zero, the loser gets an extra punishment."
"What kind of punishment?" he asked.
"The magical kind."
"Kinky." Ben got down to his knees. A nearby woman slung him a pillow, which he gladly accepted. "Nice nipple rings," he said to her. She blushed.
Obviously, the pillow was meant for him--the floor was hard after all, and an orgy with busted knees was no orgy at all. But no, Ben didn't dare think of his own comfort, not when so much was at stake. He lifted Sam by the ass, slipping the pillow under her. She softly gasped, her back angled and her pussy raised.
"Five minutes, you ready?" he asked, bowing his head in.
"Go." The word came out more as a plea than a command, one Ben served with earnest. He dove in, breaking apart her wet flaps with his fingers and stabbing her with his tongue. She tasted godly, like a cinnamon pie doused in sweet creme. Above him the illusionary clock counted down. Five minutes, four minutes...
People in the crowd cheered for their favorited, most of which went to Sam, not Ben. But he didn't care. He suckled and licked, gnawed and teased. He used his fingers to squeeze her ass and tickle her thighs. He lapped up all her juices, greedily wanting more. She moaned and begged, her legs clamping tight around his ears--but she didn't cum, but goddamn she wanted to.
He slipped a finger within, then another. She was so wet; they went in smooth. He craned in and out, never stopping his tongue from working over her clit. She squeezed her tits and mashed her nipples, squirming under the pleasure. But she never stopped glancing at the timer.
Ben lowered his lips and devoured her ass. She gasped--like several from the crowd. But didn't dare stop. He ate her out, fucking her with three curled fingers. She oozed and shuddered, especially when she glanced at him. Down her chest and past her tight stomach and trimmed bush, he was there, his eyes defiant and watching.
Every wiggle, ever twitch, he saw them all. He was a hunter, searching for tracks. Occasionally he found a spot, and Sam jolted with pleasure--but this was a battle, and she wasn't going to let him off easy. She shifted under his powerful arms, moving away from his tongue like it was lava. He fought for her cum, but never quite got it.
The time hit zero, and the naked crowd clapped. Ben had lost.
He instantly threw himself off--there was no way he was going to continue and let her cum right now. No, not with the next round coming up. Sam breathed heavily; her arm draped across her forehead. But when he backed away, and the coldness of the room reached her pussy, she desperately jumped up to her elbows.
"Why'd you stop?" The question was harsh. She needed to cum. Right fucking now.
Ben simply shrugged. "Because I lost. Now what's my punishment. We've got one more round and I really want to cum in you."
Sam blushed. "Your punishment is one of my love marks."
"Love marks? Like a hickey?"
She gestured to the man she had been sat besides a few minutes earlier. The man was, well, fucking hot. He was ripped--like every other man in the room--but covered in red bruises. His back, his chest, the area round his cock, and neck. There were dozens of Sam's love marks.
"Didn't you say magical punishment?" Ben asked, slowly jerking himself. He was as hard as a rock and rearing to go.
