"Where's Night?" Ben asked the naked and alone Sam. She was rubbing cum into her pussy, likely from the two guards that were with Emberr.
"The guards took her to their barracks for a gangbang." She got to her feet. "She gave me a message to relay to you."
"Oh? What's that?"
Sam leaned in, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. "That. And she said she was looking forward to your date."
Ben squeezed her ass. "You want a date as well? You're already in the harem, but--"
"Yes!"
"Well okay," he laughed and gestured for Syrn to come closer. The lad was on cloud nine but as tired as could be. "Got anything you want to say to our boy here?"
Sam thought for a moment. "I really enjoy watching you fuck your toy."
The way she said "your" made Syrn blush. That what he was, a toy-fucker. Forever to either fuck his toy or get toyed with. The thought made him blush harder.
"Ha! Look at him! He loves fucking that toy for us!"
"I do," he meekly said before turning to Ben. "Thank you."
"No need to thank me. If anything, I think you deserve some demands, if I'm honest. I put you through a lot tonight. I just had to know how far you'd go and how depraved this world is. Let's just say you passed with flying colors."
"If... if you're offering, I do have a request."
"Shoot."
"I want the semen enchantment. I was so horny after getting out of the hole, and the way that you, and Princess Raine touched me..." He licked his lips. "I would've gone another ten rounds if I didn't run out of cum."
"Done!"
Sam wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him tight. "So," she said, "if I told you I wanted you to cum in me right now, you wouldn't be able to do it?"
Syrn hesitated, looked down at his dick, and shook his head. "But if you want to fuck me, I'm okay for that."
Ben laughed. "As tempting of an option that is for Sam, we need to get out of here before Emberr comes back and tries to arrest us again."
With that, they left...and in the shuffle, they misplaced Syrn's robes. So, he walked through the city naked, his humiliation never waning. Public sex was one thing on this world, public humiliation was another. Walking around naked was the latter, despite most people wearing scantly laced robes or tight shorts with only a bra on top.
Luckily for him, the walk wasn't very far. Still on the castle grounds, they found Ben's new living quarters and pushed open the door. It was spacious, enough for ten comfortably. Multiple rooms lined the hallways with the master taking up half the floorplan. A hot tub and a pool sat fenced to the property, though if anyone wanted to look in, they could. There was a kitchen, a pool table, and a sex swing... that Sam totally didn't look at lustily.
Ben took a stroll through the master bedroom. The bed nearly took up the whole room, while a swimming pool-sized bathtub was just a door away. Honestly, the place reminded him of the orgy scenes from Greek mythology movies. The only thing missing was a water faucet in the shape of a woman with snakes for hair.
Ben drew a hot bath and soon relaxed in the water. Sam joined him, practically sitting in his lap and purring like a cat. And finally, Syrn joined as well, albeit meekly. He sat in the corner of the water, cleaning himself while trying not to draw attention to himself.
As much as Ben felt the urge to fuck with him, he had his eyes set on Sam. Without words, he kissed her playfully, and she kissed back. Soon they made out and evolved to stroking each other. Again, that evolved and soon he was finger fucking her while she rubbed the tip of his dick.
With the warm water, his blood boiled. He lifted her out, setting her at the edge of the bath. He lowered himself into her thighs and got to eating. Then, like a gift from the heavens, she planted a love mark on him, linking his pleasure with her own.
He scoffed. "Cheater."
"What can I say, I love to win."
There was a certain sound Ben loved, and when Sam tried to stifle her moans, he heard it. And, when he sucked one specific angle on her clit, he heard it again. And when he kept his tongue there, drilling into it, the sound echoed through the room. That sound soon turned into full on moaning, like a divine hymn. He had found it, her special little spot.
Sam came, locking her legs tight around his head. She shuddered from the pleasure, rocking back and forth as her body clinched. Ben didn't let up. He attacked the spot until his tongue went raw and she squirted on his face. Then, and only then, did he stand up, looming.
He looked down at her, his cock hard and pulsing with hot blood. She looked up at him, sensitive and small. Sam was petite, but curvy. Her tits weren't the biggest, but her ass fit perfectly in his hands. So, when Ben gripped her cheeks like he was picking up a box, she didn't so much as feel unsafe--in fact, she felt safer than ever. She felt like she was finally home.
Ben pushed his dick in with a hearty moan. He was connected to her with a single love mark and could feel the absolute wonders he was giving her. But he wanted more. He needed more. "Another mark," he demanded.
Sam flinched. "Are you sure--"
"Now."
She planted her lips and infused magic. It was her favorite spell, well, it had to be. She only knew a couple, and this was by far the most useful.
Ben's knees locked. For a moment he wasn't himself, but rather her. His pussy ached, his clit was shinning and pusling with his heartbeat. He had a cock inside of him--his cock. And he had to fuck himself. So, he did.
In and out. He pistoned, listening to Sam's moans. That sound pulled him back to the present. He forced away her pleasure and focused on giving it to her. He slammed her against the wall, using it as leverage to force her pussy all the way down on his cock. He loved stand-fucking, and he loved fucking Sam.
"Another!"
The word sent a shock of fear into Sam, but she did as told. "Your turn," she said. "Give me three as well."
Ben took her tit in his mouth, kissing it and leaving a love mark. Her magic flowed from his lips as he sucked, and he soon switched to the second nipple. Finally, he left a third mark on her neck, high, for all to see.
"Of fucccccccccccck," she moaned, the feedback loop of pleasure casing her spine to turn to jelly. She melted into Ben's arms, loosing all agency as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body.
Ben held her upright and pinned, fucking her while ignoring his own pleasure. He snarled like a beast, like a Demon, a primal need guiding his way... at least for a few minutes. He was just a mortal, and his stamina eventually gave out. He came, deep inside, his cock hungerly spewing. He shoved his tongue in her mouth, kissing her through their shared orgasm.
They stood there in bliss for several minutes, each occasionally twitching and sending a rippled of pleasure through each other.
"I'm so glad I met you," Sam sang, hanging onto his neck. "No one has made me cum like that in years."
He lowered her to the floor. "Any time, any place. I'll make you cum."
She blushed, her eyes wandering across the bath to Syrn. The lad did as ordered and was fucking his toy missionary style. His head was pointed away from them, but he craned back to stare. He pounded the rubber, its faux pussy already slick with a load of cum.
"I guess he was ready for another round already," Sam said.
Ben turned, finding Syrn's ass pointed at him. The young man raised and slapped himself down. If he was with a living partner, it would have been brutal, savage thrusts, the kind that could make only the sluttiest partners go wild.
An idea formed. "Where's that bag of toys?" he asked.
Sam practically sprang out of the room, fetching the dozen items the sex wizard graciously gave them. Meanwhile, Ben stalked up behind Syrn, the young man never breaking eye contact as he fucked his toy. Sam returned with the back a moment later.
Ben slowly went through it, pulling item after item out. Sam explained what each did, and while they all sounded fun, there was one thing in particular he was looking for. He found it: a buttplug. But, like every toy, this one was enchanted with magic. When enabled, the toy felt as if it was a dozen wet tongues, each licking whatever it was in contact with.
Ben activated it and held it to his semi-hard cock. "Wow, it really does feel like a tongue."
Sam nodded vigorously. "The first sex toy I ever bought had the same enchantment. Cost me a years-worth of saving up."
"Really? That much?"
She shrugged. "Premium enchantments are expensive."
That made Ben laugh. "I guess that make our Toy-Fucker an expensive bitch." He held the plung out. "Lick please." Sam did.
Meanwhile, Syrn watched with immoral thoughts. Obviously, Ben was going to put it in his ass, a thought that only stiffened his cock. He continued to slap into the toy, his depleted balls hurting so good. Ben then parted a check, and teased his hole with the toy. Syrn shuddered, the licking enchantment as good as promised. Ben pushed it in, twisting it like recorking a bottle of wine.
"Look at that, it's even got an emerald base. How cute."
Sam gave Syrn a slap on the ass. "Our Toy-Fucker is very cute."
"Indeed, he is." Ben stood up, taking the bag of toys. "Now then, Syrn. I'm going to take Sam and break in the bed then the sex swing. But you stay here and fuck your toy, okay?"
He took Sam in hand, leading her to the first of many sex spots for the night. By the time Sam was moaning on the bed, the licking enchantment made Syrn cum. When Sam was moaning on the sex swing, Syrn's hips started to give out. When Sam moaned bent over the couch, Syrn couldn't move any more.
So, he lay there, hard as a rock and with a toy licking his ass. He didn't dare cum, he couldn't. Ben's orders were to only cum using the sex doll. That didn't mean he couldn't get close to cumming. He jerked himself off slowly, stopping every time got close to the edge. Again and again, he edged himself, one stroke away from exploding on himself and breaking the rules--the thought of which made him more excited. He could do it. He enjoyed the punishment. He could be a bad boy and break the rules.
Warmth shot from his dick, spraying high into the air before landing on his chest, face, and thighs. He had done it. He had cum without using his sex toy. He was such a dirt, slutty, bad boy.
"Well, well, well," Ben said, stepping into the bathroom. "I honestly thought you had more self-control than that. I was gone for less than thirty minutes and you came like a whore."
Thirty minutes? Was that as long as Syrn had been edging? It felt like hours to him. Sam entered the room and leaned against the sex ambassador. She looked at Syrn pitifully, almost guilty. But no, there was thrill trapped behind her beautiful iridescent eyes--thrill she only got when looking at Syrn, specifically the mess he made.
"I think it's time for a punishment, don't you think dear Samantha?"
"Why yes I do, Benjamin."
