Orgylandia

"A friend of my dad owns this place," Sam explained as they headed toward the tailors. She pushed open the gate to the caste and--

Well, Ben suddenly understood why they called this place "Cloud Castle." They were high in the sky, the stone building locked firmly into pastel yellow clouds. The fleeting sun disappeared slowly, hiding below the misty edge. A pathway of cobble twisted down a garden path, and fountains of water shot water in overlapping patterns. Further down, a city ran all the way to the edge of the drop off.

People were out and about, walking, talking, or hanging out. Guards patrolled, painters painted the scenery, people trimmed the bushes, and... there was a lot of public sex. A couple near a big oak, three teenagers licking each other's pussies while a big fellow with a tail jerked himself to completion watching.

Frankly, the city sitting atop a cloud and the public sex didn't surprise Ben. This world had magic and very relaxed indecency laws--that much was apparent. But a guy with a tail? What was up with that.

Seeing Ben staring, Syrn said, "That man's a beastling, a veil walker like you."

"He's a Sex Ambassador?"

"That guy over there jerking himself while watching three hot pussies fuck each other instead of fucking his own harem?" Sam asked, oozing with sarcasm. "No, that guy's no ambassador."

"But you said--"

"He probably crossed through the trade route Orgylandia has with the beastling world.

Ben shook his head and stepped from the castle patio. The castle was, well, a castle. Spires made of stone reached into the sky, while slanted, rounded roofs were covered in dried leaves and singing birds. Chimney smoke wafted from the many rooms, and servants rushed away, seeing fit to appease the royals.

Carriages holding noblemen and women arrived like clockwork, each arriving for the next orgy it seemed. Some exited their horse drawn vehicles naked and already covered in cum, others were a bit more modest and started fucking the moment their feet touched stone.

And it was in this moment, as Ben and the others walked past the arriving nobles, something stirred in the back of his mind... someone was watching him. He abruptly spun, his eyes homing in on a high window set along one of the castle's many wings. He didn't see who it was, but a curtain moved.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, just... do you know whose bedroom that is?" Ben asked, pointing.

She traced his finger. "Not sure. That might be one of the servant quarters."

"It's not," Syrn said. "Those are in the back."

Sam shrugged, took Ben's hand, and pulled him along. "Come on, the faster we get done shopping, the faster we can have some fun."

She led him down the stone path and into the city. Comprised of circular districts, the further one got away from the castle, the less money the area had. The outer district was for the peasants, and the inner was for the nobles. Sam took him to the middle district, specifically a shop called "Seams and Sons."

"My father used to be good friends with the owner," Sam explained, then leaned in, "I think they were fucking."

"Uh, is your mother okay with that?" Ben asked.

"Most spouses are okay with swinging, yeah. But my father died when I was a kid, so I don't actually know."

"Sorry to hear about your father."

"Don't be. He died doing what he loved--he was balls deep in some fifty-silver whore."

Ben carefully shared a look with Syrn, who also was bewildered. Sam then burst out laughing. "Kidding, kidding! My father didn't fuck prostitutes. But he did die doing what he loved: fishing. Fell off the boat and realized he never learned how to swim."

Again, the men shared a glance. "Right-o. Sorry, again, Sam."

She nodded and pushed open the door to the shop. "It's okay, it really is. I was young when it happened--"

"Samantha!" a voice called the moment she stepped in.

Her eyes went wide, and she squealed. "Molly!? You're back!?"

"I am!" A bubbly, beautiful woman practically leaped from behind a pocket watch display case, rushing Sam into a mighty hug. The woman--girl, really--had jet black hair and an ass that'd make any make squirm. She wore tight, super tight, spandex shorts, the stretchy kind that highlighted every succulent curve. Oh, and she was also shirtless--just a lace bra and a pair of nipple rings.

"When'd you get back!?" Sam asked, planting kisses on the girl's face. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Well, you know what they say! College just wasn't for me!" the girl, Molly, returned the kissing, even going so far to squeeze Sam's ass.

Those kisses quickly evolved into full on making out, which then evolved into the larger of the two--Molly--picking Sam up by the ass and pinning her into the wall. Sam wrapped her legs around her and furiously swallowed her tongue.

Syrn must have touched something, because a loud clang sounded, and a coat rack fell over. Both girls jolted at the noise, each turning beat red. Sam mumbled something, gently pushed her friend away, and said, "Molly, this is Sex Ambassador Ben and Servant Syrn."

"S-S-Sex Ambassador Ben!" Molly said, stumbling over her words. She quickly departed Sam, bushed her hands down her front and thighs, then bowed. "Welcome to Seams and Sons, Mr. Ambassador."

"I'm guessing you're not the 'son,' are you?" Ben asked, more than amused. He still wore his royal orgy robes, the waist hardly tied. His growing piece slowly poked through.

"My father always wanted a son," Molly said with a smile. "But he ended up with six daughters."

"It was actually how my father and hers became friends," Sam explained. "They met in a bar complaining about 'all the females' in their lives."

"I think they fucked right then!" Molly added.

Ben made a face. Syrn did too.

Molly then leaned closer to her friend. "How'd you swing an ambassador? I wasn't gone that long!"

"Swing?" Sam asked. "If anything, he swept my off my feet and had me begging to become his liaison."

"Liaison? No fucking way!"

"I know right! And Ben's a complete stud! I've never came so hard--and today's only day one!"

Molly gasped. "He's fresh?"

"Like a virgin."

Suddenly, Molly's eyes turned sultry. She regarded Ben in a new light, especially his cock. She bit her bottom lip and said, "If it pleases the Ambassador, I'd really like a chance to shine your pole. To show you what I'm worth, you know?"

"What you're worth?" Ben asked.

Syrn leaned in. "She wants a position in your harem. I suggest you take her right here and now."

The Earthling blushed and frowned. "That's not going to be how I operate."

"Exactly right!" Sam snapped. "No two-bit whore is going to simply ask for a position in your harem! They've got to be the sluttiest, most well-connected hussies in the who city!"

Molly looked betrayed. "I'm plenty slutty! Just look at these bad boys!" She pulled her lace bra down, showing her stiff, pieced nipples. They were bar-type jewelry, fitted with glimmering sapphires that leaked magical essence. "They're enchanted with state-of-the-art teasing tickles. All day, my nipples are hard enough to cut glass! Go on, feel them!"

Molly's tits weren't the biggest, but they were far bigger than Sam. Ben forced himself to look away, finding Syrn step across the room and take her up on the offer. He squeezed her boobs, rubbing her nipples between his fingers. She quietly moaned.

Syrn stepped back and said, "I can confirm. Her nipples are very hard, she's not lying."

"See! I should--"

Ben raised his hand, cutting the girl off. "Everyone stop. Look, Molly, you're beautiful and slutty enough for whatever life might throw at you." She preened. "But I'm not going to take you into my harem because of that--nor will I take someone because they might have political reach."

She deflated, so did Sam. Ben ignored them and continued, "I will be interested in you joining my harem regardless of those factors, however. At least, once I make it. Obviously, Sam cares for you and wants you to join, so that means I want you to join. But I will not simply wave my hand and allow it. If you're going to be my harem member--my partner--I want to get to know you better. So, Molly, do you want to go on a date with me before we start agreeing to life-changing things?"

Sam's eyes were wide, and she gawked at Ben with lusty, heavenly eyes. Molly, likewise, was stunned. She looked at everyone in her father's shop, slowly smiling.

"Yes, a million times yes!" Molly rushed across the room and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed and kissed him, planting wet kisses down his chest and neck.

Ben sighed, put his hands on either side of her shoulders, and locked eyes with her. For a moment they simply stared at each other, silently communicating what needed to be done. Ben leaned in and shoved his tongue down her throat.

When Sam and Ben first met, each wrestled for control. They batted each other's tongues away, attempting to dominate the sex they were about to have. Molly wasn't like that. She let him lead, while gently guiding him to all her sensitive places.

At least, before she broke apart the kissing. "What'd you guys come in for, anyways?"

"Clothes, you whore!" Sam said in a singsong voice. "Ben needs a full wardrobe!"

Molly quietly cursed. "Okay, business before pleasure."

The next twenty blue-balling minutes were filled with measurements, fabric choices, and accessory lists. In the end, Ben chose several outfits, including, but not limited to, a nice, regal set of robes, a black-tie adjacent suit, a royal ambassador over coat, a dozen button up shirts and pants, and finally, ten Hawaiian tee shirts. Well, it wasn't actually Hawaiian, but it seemed flowery casual styling crossed dimensional boarders.

"What about shoes?" Ben asked.

"And a pair of slippers, if you've got them!" Sam said, finishing the order. "And we'll be paying through his royal treasury account."

Molly rang up the price and stole a glance at her future harem owner. "Adding in the discount for 'family,' the total will be..."

Ben ignored the price. Money meant nothing to him. Was a copper coin worth more than a bronze? He didn't know, and he honestly didn't want to. Living without the worry of wages was so freeing--something he would've killed for back on Earth.

"I think we're done," Molly finally said. She stalked over to Ben, who was sitting down, and reached for his hand. "I showed you my nipple piercings, but I didn't show you my other piercing."

She guided his hand into her tight shorts, where he instantly felt the coolness of a metal ring. It ran right through her clit and slowly vibrated.

"Enchanted?" he asked, receiving a nod.

"I turned it on the moment Sam and I kissed. It's been driving me crazy the whole time." She bit her lip again. "Think you can help me out?"

Ben chuckled, and wrapped his free arm around her ass, pulling her onto his lap. "Of course."

They made out, and again, Molly let him lead. He squeezed her ass with one hand and fingered her with the other. A few seconds in, he felt the vibrating clit ring hasten. It buzzed softly, absolutely destroying her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, sucking in air like a slut. Ben fingered her harder, faster, all the while staring into her green eyes.

Then--wetness. Ben wouldn't have called it a squirt, not like Sam did, anyhow, but goddamn she came, her pussy soaked. Her tight shorts took the brunt of it, but in a quick second she removed them and ground her lips into his stiff cock.

"You're so wet," he whispered into her ear, nibbling on her lobe.

"And you're so hard," she purred, furiously rubbing herself on him, fingers included. The buzzing, the tickling in her nipples, the sheer happiness she felt--she came again. "Suck my nipples! Suck them!"

Ben did, taking them savagely in his mouth. He gnawed and suckled, switching between the pair. The piercings got in the way, but he'd be called a liar if he said he didn't like the metal taste. Molly's nipples were just as hard as his cock, but when he slowly rolled them between his front teeth, they got harder.

"I need your cock in me right now!" she snapped. Gone was letting Ben lead. Gone was subtly shifting his teasing and touches to where she wanted. She needed to cum, now more than and ever.

Ben saw this and felt a little devilish... maybe he even felt a bit like a demon. "No."

"No!? No!?" Molly straightened her elbows pushing far enough from his chest to stare him down. But the smirk he held, the teasing, mocking smirk--it made her melt. He was going to make her cum and hard. But not yet.

"Suck me," he commanded.

Without a word of complaint, Molly slipped off his lap and onto the wooden floor. She took his cock in hand, slowly jerking it. Once, twice--she opened her lips and licked. Licking fast, slow, long, short, she licked and licked.

"He said 'suck me,' you fucking slut."

Molly flinched and behind her. With her eyes wide, she found Sam, her best friend in the whole entire world, sitting in a chair oppisiate them. Her robe was splayed, her legs set wide. She had three knuckles set deep into her pussy, while a devious vibration shook her anus. Her eyes were weak, but she stared defiantly at Molly.

"Suck him," Sam repeated. "You're going to be in his harem. You better learn to listen."

Molly quickly nodded, missing the fact that Ben gave Sam a look. Instead, Molly got to work. She shoved his tip into her mouth, riding it down further and further. She was never the best blow job giver, which was why she hesitated to do this--but from the way Ben squirmed, she suddenly felt on top of the world.

With renewed vigor, she bobbed up and down on him while slowly licking the bottom on his shaft. Spit and precum mixed, turning her mouth into a slopping mess. She went deeper, all the way to his bush. It tickled her nose, and she gagged. She tried to pull up, but two muscular, callused hands held her in place.

"I'm so close!" Ben moaned, his eyes shut tight. His back arched in his chair, and his toes curled. Molly would have gasped--if there wasn't a cock in her mouth--but she got the message. With her eyes watering and her throat raw, she kept going. Faster and faster, deeper and longer, she bobbed. She sucked him, and all his cum, swallowing every drop.

"Holy fuck, holy fuck," he muttered, slowly caressing Molly's face. "That was amazing!"

She was off his dick, covered in cum and spit. Her mascara ran, and her eyes were puffy. She looked so slutty, so fucking beautiful. Ben slowly stroked her cheek, worse of praise spewing from his mouth. Molly absolutely glowed. She took his hand in hers and pulled the fingers that were just in her pussy to her mouth. She sucked on them for a moment before a shuddering screech sounded behind them.

Sam came, hard. "I always fucking told you your mouth was divine! I was fucking right!" Her three fingers rapidly pounded into herself, sending a spray of squirt onto the wooden flood. She didn't care about her mess--how could she when the hellfire enchantment ran on full blast.

Molly and Ben watched the petite woman give them a show. Ben lowed his hand and shoved his middle finger deep into her pussy. She gasped, turned, and smiled. "More, please."

"Please?" Ben asked.

"Yes, sir. Please can you make me cum? I really need to cum soon."

"How can I say no to such a pretty face." He reached out and lightly slapped her spit and cum stained face. Her smile didn't so much as faulter. But, as fate would have it, the door to the shop jingled open.

A middle-aged woman wearing a fur scarf entered, and gasped. "Oh, my days! Is that young Molly? I thought you were off to college?"

Molly stood and hugged the woman, neither caring of the cum and spit. "Hello Miss Layment, how are you? I got back to town the other day."

"I'm good dear and looks like you are too!" The woman's eyes darted between Ben, Molly, and the shuddering Sam. "Very good, indeed!"

"I'd like to introduce you to Sex Ambassador Ben," Molly said. "He's fresh!"

"Oh? How do you do?" She reached a hand out, and Ben took it, kissing it softly.

"Wonderful, Miss Layment. Molly's got the finest mouth I've ever had."

"Really?" The woman raised an eyebrow. "Because I tried to get her to eat my ass before she went to college, and the poor girl was just too embarrassed to try! She thought her mouth-game was terrible."

Molly was red. "Apparently, I was just being insecure. Ben just came down my throat after a few seconds of blowing him."

"Uh," Ben mumbled. "It was a solid few minutes."

"No, it wasn't!" Sam said, getting to her feet. "She had you cumming in a minute flat." She turned to the woman. "Hello Miss Layment."

"Hi, deary Samantha." She adopted a devilish look. "You wouldn't be too embarrassed to give my pussy a lick, would you? Seeing young Molly with her pieced tits, clit, and dirty, cummy face as me going."

"Of course," Sam reached out and took the woman's scarf, but paused. "Before pleasure, we've got to do business. And since Molly is, well, occupied, I'll handle it. What'd you come in today for?"

Miss Layment smiled and said, "Just a pickup from the back."

Sam darted away, and Molly yelled, "Thanks, Sam, you're the best!"

By now, Ben was hard again and ready to go. He pulled Molly in, lifting her onto his lap. She rubbed her pussy on his cock--her clit ring still vibrating away. "I need this, please, sir," she purred into his ear, nibbling his ear like he had just done to her.

"How big do you want?" Ben asked, thinking of his cock-resizing enchantment.

Molly looked down. "Wider. More please--that's good."

Then, Ben shoved it in--hard. She instantly moaned, her mouth opening wide. He didn't dare let the opportunity go to waste, and shove his tongue in. They locked lips, and Ben stampeded over any hinting she might have been trying to give. He dominated her tongue like he wanted. He set the pace of fucking he as he wanted. He tweaked her nipples and rubbed her clit as he deemed necessary.

And Molly loved it. She moaned and screamed, pushing her thighs against his to raise and lower herself on his cock. He might be the one fucking her, but she was fucking back just as much. They grunted together, their sounds messing into a singular hotbed of primal noise.

"I'm close!" she declared, prompting Ben to stand.

He carried her up, his dick never exiting her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He fucked her standing up, bouncing between shelved wall to shelved wall. Eventually he found a nook to fuck her in, and he did, faster, harder and deeper. He started deep into her eyes, listening and feeling for her ticks. She loved having her nipples played with--they were so sensitive, and when he rubbed them, her pussy tightened.

"Put your fingers in her ass, Ben! She loved when I used to do it!" Sam yelled from in between Miss Layment's legs, eating away. The pair were on the floor, both watching Ben and Molly fuck.

Ben did as suggested, and with one hand, spread Molly's ass cheek to the side. With his other hand, he shoved a finger in there. One of the enchantment the sex wizard gave him was a cleaning cantrip. Anywhere he put a body part in, he could disinfect and clean until spotless. The use cases were very apparent.

Molly's juices and her spit lubed her up good and fine, and his finger slipped right in. She hollered and screeched, her body switching between ridged and jelly. She was about to cum--so of course Ben stopped.

"Please! Please!" Molly begged. There were no demands in her tone, only raw, primal need.

"Have you ever been double penetrated? And do you want it now?" Ben asked.

She watched him with soft, shimmering eyes. Her face was a mess, but at that moment she could kiss him. "Please, yes--" her voice hitched, the implications settling in. Suddenly the pause in fucking didn't seem so bad.