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.
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Ben slung a thin, but warm, robe over his shoulders and loosely tied around his waist. He entered this world naked as the day he was born--everything he held was lost during the walk across space and time. Most people in the orgy room wore the same type of robe, but theirs had royal insignia or house affiliation stitched along the back or chest.
And, maybe most importantly, everyone lounged around, their robes hardly covering themselves. The doors to the room opened, and Princess Raine and a young woman stepped out. In their place, a horde of scantily dressed servants rushed in, carrying trays filled with drinks and/or passing out towels.
One such servant handed Ben a fizzy drink. "Thank you," he replied, receiving a suggestive wink and a glance to his relatively soft cock.
When the servant departed, Sam--Sex Ambassador Ben's newest liaison--said, "Don't thank them, some might get the wrong idea."
"Wrong idea about what?"
"That you want to fuck them."
Ben scanned his eyes across the sea of rushing men and woman. "I kinda do."
Sam snorted. "Just so you know, they'll expect a tip afterward--a monetary tip. The drinks they're passing out are courtesy of Princess Raine, but not every orgy you'll go to will be so gracious."
That pulled him from his thoughts. "Yeah, about that. I don't have any money."
"Every new ambassador gets an advance from the Crown. I don't know the exact figure, but I've never heard of an ambassador that's not rich."
"Ah, Mr. Demon, little Samantha is almost right about that," said a woman as she walked over. She wore black leathers beneath her robe, the strappy kind that highlighted her curves and ass. She also dragged a young man in tow, a collar and leash around his neck.
Sam frowned and her eyes darted to the floor. Ben looked between the two woman and asked, "What do you mean?"
"The Crown does in fact give advances to new sex ambassadors, but that's not the reason they're often rich. That money is supposed to be invested--most invest in the trade route between their world and ours."
With the information give, the woman strutted away, shaking her ass and yanking her toy along. Sam and Ben watched her go, the former glaring.
"I take it you don't like her?" He asked.
She shook her head. "Not one bit. That was Penelope Harold, heiress to the Harold wealth and estate. She... took me under her wing during the first royal orgy I was invited to. I thought she liked me, but eventually I realized she was just making sure certain people would stay away from me."
"Because she didn't want them to fuck you?"
"Yeah. The nobles are like that. Everything's a game to them, even who they fuck."
Ben frowned. He didn't like that one bit. "Well, maybe I should knock her down a peg or two?"
Sam softly smiled. "Maybe in a few months. We've got to get your stamina up, magical and mundane."
He blushed. "I came fast, didn't I? But how couldn't I? Your hickey love mark made me feel all tingly and hot." He leaned in, kissing her. "I'd love to feel that again, by the way."
Now it was her turn to blush. "And we will. But you're wrong about something. I only left one mark on you, then I had you mark me with one as well. Normally it takes a few dozens marks for my partners to cum like you did, and double that for me. But--"
"But I was exploding after one and you were squirting as well," Ben finished.
"Right. We..." Sam sighed. "I'm not the most magically inclined, but I think there might be something odd about you and the way magic interacts with you."
"I did just cross dimensions because I 'heard' moaning, right?" he asked. "So maybe I'm more magically sensitive?"
"Exactly, yeah." Sam got to her feet, her slender ankles catching his eye. "Hey, I'm up here." Impishly, he looked up and pulled her close, planting his lips between the folds of her robes onto her tight tummy.
"You're beautiful."
"And you're a horny guy." She laughed a bit and ran her fingers through her hair. "But the orgy's over. We're going to get kicked out sooner than later. The next one will be starting soon and we're not on the list... although, you probably could get on it."
Ben shook his head and stood. "Nah. I'm wiped out. Are there a lot of orgies here?"
"All the time. The royal family hosts them one after the other, and prince, princess, the king and/or the queen has their own guest lists and VIPs. Why? Doesn't your world do the same?"
"No--not at all. Orgies were a thing, I guess, but nothing like what you're describing." He craned his back and stretched. "Though, I think I could get used to them, especially if all of them are that hot."
"Well, Princess Raine's next orgy won't be until next week. As your liaison, do you want me to see if there's an opening in someone else's sooner? I hear the queen and her milf orgy is always popular."
Ben blinked slowly at the bizarreness of the question. "I think I'm good for now. Are all orgies hosted by the royals?"
"Hmm? No. There are orgies everywhere, even in the lower districts of the city--though, those you'll have to pay to enter and there's no guarantee on quality."
"I see, I see." He made eye contact with his servant waiting for him across the room. Syrn, the young lad was, well, hot. He was muscular and tanned, his hair was messy and perfect. Ben was never one for holding interest in males, but... when in Rome...
He shook himself out of his stupor. Syrn wasn't a big, jacked kind of guy. No, he was leaner, skinny even. Though his cock was massive. Ben looked down at his own dick--Syrn was bigger than him.
Sam traced his eyes and understood in an instant. "Syrn's penis is magically infused."
"It's what now?"
"He used magic to make it bigger."
"You can do that?"
"Sex magic is amazing, yeah."
A thought occurred to Ben. "So, in our little duel, I was already at a disadvantage because I'm not using magic to make my cock bigger?"
