The "hellfire" anal vibration pattern was self-heating and satanically intense. It vibrated deep in Ben's ass, burning his prostate like a smear of menthol pain relief gel. It eased from cool to "hellfire" and hummed from off to teeth chattering. Ben spurted cum all over Sam--who was also orgasming with her own enchantment--after three seconds of turning the vibration on. After five seconds, he collapsed to the floor, moaning like a slut, the pattern easing off.
"Luckily, it's adjustable," the sex wizard said, eyeing him strangely. "Although... most don't have the reaction you're having."
Syrn watched the show with his arms crossed. "The going theory is that he's sensitive to magic. He was cumming like this after a single love mark spell."
"Hey, Ben," Sam purred, her robe slipping away, revealing spazzing pussy. The vibrations echoed through her, shaking her ass and rippling across her tight belly. "Eat me out, okay? My ass feels so good--and I need a good tongue in my pussy. Please, Ben? Please?"
She lowered herself directly onto his face, grinding her wetness into his lips. Ben, despite forcibly thrusting his hips into the air, licked. He savagely devoured her, every ounce of juice he slurped adding to his own ecstasy. He moaned like a whore, and she moaned liked like a slut. Cum leaked from his dick as his prostate shuddered with pleasure.
Then the vibration pattern restarted, and a fire ignited inside him. He squeezed his hands into Sam's thighs, pulling her to his mouth and face. He buried himself in her pussy, in attempt to forget about he burning, succulent, pleasure in his ass. He couldn't, however. He screamed into her, his dick erupting hands free. Cum shot across the room, splattering the floor--where a blue magical glow instantly cleaned it. They were in a sex-testing room, after all. Spillage was bound to happen.
"Good thing he opted for the 'semen demon' enchantment," the sex wizard said to Syrn. "Otherwise, he'd be shooting blanks right now."
"Is it true the enchantment always keeps your balls full?" the servant asked.
"Completely. With it, you'll never run out. Really helps with stamina, too. After all, we were made to reproduce, and your body doesn't want to waste the energy if you don't have cum to shoot."
Syrn eyed Ben, studying the man's orgasm. "I... might need to save up for it." He imaged filling Princess Raine to the brim with his cum.
From under the screaming, quivering, orgasming Sam, Ben yelled, "Get it now! I'll pay for it!"
"Sir--"
"Just get it! And get the hellfire enchantment as well! This thing's awesome!"
"Well, well, well," the sex wizard said, "looks like you've got a cool boss here." He led the young Syrn to the operating table.
Sam collapsed forward, grabbing Ben's dick. "That was nice of you," she slurred, slobbering on his--now massive--tip.
Ben didn't just get extra semen and a vibration enchantment, he got the ultra-deluxe package, varying cock-size included. Currently, he had the magical setting cranked up to ten--which made his dick the width of a soda can and the length of a ruler.
"Everyone deserves to feel this," he muttered into her pussy lips, licking away.
"Hey, make this thing smaller, I can't get it in my mouth," Sam said in-between shudders. She gushed on Ben's face, absolutely splattering his beard enchantment. The Earthling now sported a perfectly trimmed five o' clock shadow and could grow a full lumberjack in seconds.
He made his dick a bit smaller--relatively smaller. He made it small enough to allow Sam ease of deep throating. She went deep down on his dick, taking it all the way in and squishing her nose and lips into his bushed enchanted base (the idea was similar to the beard enchantment). She curled her tongue around his shaft, sliding it up down. The motion shoved cum down her throat, but a taste enchantment helped with that--Ben chose coconut, though he hadn't tried it yet... although he expected to soon, especially if he was going to kiss Sam after this.
Sam drove him crazy, paired with the fire in his ass. He came and came and came. He did his best to help her along, but as the minutes ticked by, it was evident he couldn't keep up. He did, however, continue to squeeze her thighs for dear life.
"Give me a love mark," she purred. "I want to feel what you are."
Ben didn't have to be asked twice. He sucked directly onto the skin beside her pussy, brusing it as Sam poured mana and magic into it. They connected--and she came, instantly.
"What the fuck," she spat between throws. She shuddered and twitched, writhering under the sudden pleasure. She slipped off him and onto the floor, quivering and moaning.
But Ben didn't let up. That fire in his ass? The sloppy, amazing feeling in his dick? Both were forgotten about. No, right then, something blazed in his mind--right then, a primalness came to life.
He yanked Sam back to him, shoving his tounge deep within her pussy. He rubbed her clit with his thumb and fingerfucked with his middle finger. He could feel the hellfire and vibration from her ass, and licked in rhythm with it. When it went soft, he slowed, when it sped up, he fucking attacked. She leaked a constant stream of girl cum into his mouth, and he greedily took it all.
Then he shoved a finger in her ass, then a second, and a third. Ben knew he could fist her right now, but instead chose his middle and ring figer. He curled them like spiderman and thrust in deep and quick. He didn't dare stop licking, and he didn't dare let her squirm away. She moaned and came, shouting to the high heavens.
"Please! Please! Please! More! More!" With each word, her voice turned more and more husky until her demands crossed the point of no return.
And as fate would have it, in that exact moment, Ben's hellfire vibration enchantment spun up to high and blazed. The pleasure transferred to Sam as he finger fucked her and ate her pussy. She came. Hard.
Her legs shook. She let out a singular long-held moan. She saw spots. Her body went ridged. She came and came and came, begging for Ben to keep going. And he did. She gushed, squirt erupting past his tongue and fingers. Her ass breathed, gapping itself and attempting to suck his fingers in deeper. Her pussy quaked, she radiated sex.
Ben turned off his hellfire enchantment, cutting the pleasure transfer. He slowed his fingers down and removed them. He separated from her and gave her space to breathe. She covered her red face with her hands and fell into a fetal position. For a few minutes she simply existed, shuddering every couple of seconds as another wave of orgasm eclipsed her.
And at the end of it all, she found Ben and his devilish smile. He loomed over her tenderly, cooing if she was okay. She was, but she needed a moment. He laid beside her and rubbed his fingers softly against her skin. She almost didn't want him to, but there was something so close in the gesture, something so pure, so nice, it made her melt.
She had just had the hardest orgasm of her life--beating out the hundreds she had at the royal orgies--and the man who just gave it to her gently kissed her hot skin and rubbed the fear from her. A strange thought, but yeah--fear. She realized it just now, that sometimes cumming like that, that state after the fact, was scary. She was so vulnerable, unable to move, unable to properly think. And yet, Ben made sure she was okay and laid beside her soothing the anxiety away.
Slowly, she relaxed, and her legs found themselves opening. Ben took the invitation and gently--ever so gently--rubbed her clit. She shuddered from the rawness, but it felt right. It was needed, like a nightcap after a hell of a good date. He leaned over and planted kisses down her shoulders and back, ticking her every step of the way.
Sam giggled and put her hand on his. "Demon is the right title for you." She spoke tiredly, but passionately. "That was amazing."
Ben studied her. "Yeah? If I ate your pussy like that in our duel, would I have won?"
"I'd have surrendered right then and there. No one would be able to come back from this for round three."
He smirked. "God, you're beautiful."
"You're not to bad yourself... now." And he wasn't part of his enchantment package was muscle and fat redistribution. He was as chiseled as a marble statue and firmer than Syrn.
Ben laughed before glancing down at his cock. It was hard as a rock and dripping. His ass burned in a good way, and he desperately needed to cum one last time before calling the impromptu sex session.
"Can I fuck you? I need some help with this thing."
Sam looked down. "I can see that." She hesitated before searching Ben's eyes. Whatever was within made her melt. "Yeah--slowly. Very slowly."
He lined up his cock and pushed in. He moaned, she moaned, but it was the kissing that did it. The laid spoon fucking, Ben leaning over her shoulder to passionately make out with her. Minutes turned into tens, then twenties. He went so slow at times that it was hard to concede what they were doing sex. But goddamn was it good.
He came in her hard, and she came one last time as well. Both orgasms were far less intense than their previous, but for some reason, as they stared at each other and made out, it was their favorite orgasm of the session.
The sex wizard approached after a few minutes. He inspected them both through the lens of a pair of dusty glasses. Magic flared in glass and the man sighed in relief. "Good! I always worry if my anti-pregnancy enchantments worked or not. Glad to report, you can cum in as many pussies as you want, stud!"
Whatever face Ben made caused Sam to laugh. She gently separated from him and simply laid there breathing... then she looked to the operating table.
"Uh, is he okay?"
The sex wizard moved, allowing Ben to see Syrn. The young servant was attempting to walk over, but the hellfire and vibration in his ass made it difficult. He leaned against a table, his dick rock hard.
"So, he's your servant, right?" the sex wizard asked the ambassador. "Would you be interested in buying a servant's toy?"
Sam groaned. "I knew I forgot something!"
Ben gave her a strange look. "What's a servant's toy?"
"Well, Syrn's not always going to be invited to the party--if you catch my drift. But he's going to hear, smell, and see it. It's good operational practice for the boss of a servant to purchase a servant's toy so he or she can take care of themselves when they get all hot and bothered."
The sex wizard then added, "You could always take care of your servant yourself. Or," he looked lustily at Sam, "you can have your liaison do it."
Ben frowned. "I'm not going to make Sam do anything she doesn't want to do. And... I don't know if I want to help Syrn out... yet. Maybe, but I don't think I'm there yet."
"It's no problem, sir--" Syrn was interrupted when a moan forced itself out.
Ben frowned harder. "How much for a servant's toy?"
