Orgylandia

"Thank you for accepting Molly into your harem," Sam said as they walked to her house. "It means a lot to me."

Ben shrugged. "Seemed like a no brainer to me. She's hot as fuck and you obviously love her, so why not?"

She blushed. "I guess I do love her, huh. I never thought about it."

"Speaking of the harem, once Molly's a full member, is she going to come live with us?"

"Of course."

"And we'll have enough room?"

"The room the Crown gives fresh ambassadors is rather large, or so I've heard. Four people shouldn't be a problem. But if you're worried about it, I'll contact a real estate agent and start looking for places for us."

"Something with some land, if that's possible."

Sam nodded along. "For that, we'll need money, though. So... anything from Earth you might could bring here and revolutionize?"

Ben thought about that. The first thing that came to mind was the internet, electricity, and computers. But those were very farfetched. He then thought about this world and how sex was ingrained in everything.

"Maybe. How much capital do we have to work with?" he asked.

Syrn answered. "By my count, a little under ten thousand gold coins."

Ben made a face. "How much is that worth in, say, loafs of bread."

The servant hesitated. "Like a million."

"Okay, that's not helpful. How much is it worth in buildings?"

"You might be able to buy a small shop in the inner district near the castle with that much," Sam supplied. "And larger buildings the further away from the castle. In the outer district, you'd be able to afford a few warehouses with enough left over to staff them for a few months."

Ben slowly nodded. "Do most Sex Ambassadors work out of the outer district at first?"

"At first?" she scoffed. "Yeah, probably. Then they expand and run an industry."

"Which industries are taken?"

She shrugged. "All of them?"

"What about medical?"

"Healing magic is a thing here."

Ben cursed. "What about non magical sex shops?"

"There... are a few, but not many. Most sex shops are very magical."

He sighed. "We'll figure it out."

"You could just bed someone rich and have them join your harem," said Syrn.

"Know any rich people wanting to join a harem that aren't total dickheads?" Ben asked. "Because I really don't want to deal with the politics of nobles, especially if they use sex as a resource."

Sam nodded, remembering her own issues with a certain dominatrix. "Thank you for that."

"Of course." He looked at Syrn. "Any ideas?"

"Yes... Princess Raine."

"She's not in a harem?"

"Of course, not--" Sam raised her hands stopping Syrn from answering. "She'd never join a harem, she'd just create her own."

"I thought harems were a sex ambassador thing?"

"She's a princess, she can do whatever she wants."

Ben had to admit that made sense. "We'll push that idea to the back burner then. If it happens naturally, I'd have no issues with Raine joining the harem. If not, no worries."

Syrn let out a soft sound, the others looked at him. His dick was growing, and he was forcing himself not to hide it.

Sam quirked an eyebrow. "Did you just imagine Ben balls deep in the princess?"

Syrn meekly nodded.

"Perv," she teased. "But wow, you must really like her, huh?"

"Princess Raine is the kindest person I've ever met. I love her."

"Big words there, tiger. Calm down a peg and go fuck your toy."

Ben scowled at her. "Hey, only I can order him around like that." He adopted a mischievous grin. "Buuuut she's right, Syrn. You are hard now, so get to fucking!"

Syrn nodded, activated the enchantment on his toy, and enlarged it until it was a full sex doll. He placed it on a nearby bench and quickly trust his dick in it.

Sam and Ben sat on the bench opposite him, watching, both slowly masturbating each other.

"Hey, how do I learn actual sex magic, not just enchantments?"

Sam tore her eyes from the young lad. "I can teach you what little I know. Past that, you need to find and pay a teacher or get others to teach you for free."

Ben nodded. "I thought so. Know any good mages that might be interested in joining the harem?"

"A couple. What kind of person are you looking for?"

"Someone our age, for sure. Milfs are cool in all, but I prefer people my age."

"Milfs... so you want only women?"

"I... didin't say that." Ben gritted his teeth, watching Syrn's pelvis clap into the toy. "I think I'll be more picky if we're talking men. I like Syrn. I think he's hot and I really like his physique."

"Twink?"

"Is that the term? Then yeah, I like twinks."

Sam shuddered as a small orgasm rolled through her. "I can think of a few twink mages, yeah. A word of warning, though. I don't personally know them and only through reputation. So, maybe your 'date' idea isn't so bad here."

Ben came a moment later, shooting onto the cobble pathway. "I'm fine with that. Though I don't think I want to date men, just possibly fuck them..." His eyes found Syrn. "Or do more stuff like this. Because this is hot."

"It really is."

Syrn shoved himself forward, exploding in the toy.

"Good boy," Ben said, causing the lad to shudder.

***

"Mom, are you home?" Sam called upon entering her house.

It was directly above the royal scribe's shop, a job that required the scribe to venture into the castle more often than not, it seemed. Why would a princess of prince come all the way down here when the scribe could meet them in their home? It was located right on the cusp of the middle district and inner district--in other words, the rich part of town a street over from middle class.

The group piled in, hearing moans through the walls. "Looks like mom has a guest over," Sam said with a sigh. "I'm glad she's getting some, but I'm not into hearing my mom screw." She then banged on the wall.

A gasp sounded, followed by shuffling. "Samantha?" a horse voice asked, peaking through the door. "I thought the orgy wouldn't end until late?"

"The orgy ended hours ago."

"Then why are you usually home so late on orgy day?"

"Because I get invited to private parties after."

"Ah. Well, give me a moment to tidy up--" the woman paused. "Oh, you have guests, why didn't you say anything?"

"Yeah, my new boss and his servant. Hurry up Mom, we don't have all night." Sam offered Ben and Syrn drinks before setting off to her room and gather clothes and personal amenities.

"I need a toothbrush," Ben said after a moment.

"A what?" Syrn asked.

"A toothbrush... is that not a thing here?"

"I've never heard of it."

Ben blinked. "How do you take care of your teeth?"

"Besides the occasional finger-cleaning enchantment when someone shoves their fingers into my mouth, white charcoal dust."

"And what works?"

"It's grainy, but yeah," Syrn said.

"Well, dental hygiene might be a good industry to invest in."

Before the servant could respond, the door to Sam's mom's room opened, and a woman with an ethereal cock sauntered out. She was older, a milf for sure, and took one look at the boys before exiting. A moment later, a man exited the same room, his cock in a tight cage. He threw on a robe and called after the woman.

Syrn simply sipped his drink, unfazed. Ben, on the other hand, had questions. "So, she had a magical dick, right?"

"Yeah. It's a second circle spell. As I understand it, the magical cock feels exactly like a real one, even transferring the same type of pleasure."

"Does Sam know the spell?"

"I doubt it. I've only ever seen her cast first circle spells otherwise known as cantrips."

"Would she like to learn, you think?"

"Would I like to learn what?" Sam asked, toting a large bag.

"Second circle magic cock creation spell."

"Of course! It's a girl's dream!"

Ben smiled at her enthusiasm. "Then we'll get you the chance to learn it. How much does paying someone to teach a single spell cost?"

"Eh, not muc--"

"Samantha!" a busty woman said, exiting her mom's room. She wore robes--like everyone it seemed--but they were tied tight. "How are you doing dear?"

"I'm great Mom." She took Ben's hand. "Meet the newest Sex Ambassador, Ben. I'm his liaison and this is Syrn, his servant."

"Wow!" her mom said, looking at her. She turned to Ben. "Wow!"

"I know!" Sam squealed.

"Have you three eaten anything today?" she asked. "I know how draining orgies can be! Let me whip you up something real quick."

"No, Mom we don't--and she's already cooking." Sam sighed. "Guess we're eating dinner here."

"Fine with me," Ben said. "I'm starving."

***

"Your mom was nice," Ben said as they headed back toward the castle. It was getting late, the sun far under the cloud city.

"Don't even think about fucking her! I'm not into that sort of thing!"

He held his hands up, surrendering. "I didn't even think of it."

"He wasn't," Syrn quickly said. "I was checking his dick all dinner long. Didn't grow an inch."

They both paused and looked at the young man. "You were checking his dick out?"

"You were checking my dick out?"

Syrn blushed. "As your servant, it is my duty to always know what your arousal status is."

"Why's that?"

"So, I can match my own if you ever need a quick release."

Ben's palm found his face. "I don't even know how to express how wrong that statement was."

"That's right!" Sam declared. "Because he has me to use!"

Syrn set his jaw. "He likes watching me fuck the toy."

"Yeah, that's true, but he likes fucking me more!"

Ben stepped between them. "No arguing over petty shit like this, please. I don't want to deal with a harem of adult children."

"Sorry, sir."

"Yeah, sorry Ben."

He sighed. "I'm not going to 'use' either of you for a quick release. Everything will be consensual between us, and don't give me that 'I'm always consenting' crap. Because there will be times where you aren't"

They continued walking and after a moment, Ben filled the silence. "I really need to drain my balls now that my belly's full. Besides using either of you, what's a good way to cum hard?"

"You could always watch some people fucking in public and jerk off," suggested Sam.

"You could... we could visit a 'hole,'" Syrn meekly said.

"A 'hole?'"

Sam sighed. "You pay a fee to enter and fuck a gloryhole. Well, someone's hole."

"So, prostitution?"

"I guess. Why, is that a bad thing on Earth?"

"It's not the most well received profession on Earth, no."

"Well in this world, it's very well received."

Syrn then said, "We can visit the Royal Hole. Maybe a royal will be working it tonight."

Sam quickly clapped her hands. "That actually sounds really fun. Maybe a nice mage will cast a cock spell on me so I can get in on some of the action."

Ben sighed loudly. "Okay fine. Let's visit the Royal Hole. But I have a condition for both of you." They froze. "First, for Sam: a single love mark each of us." She nodded, lust filling her gaze. "And for Syrn..."

"He can't cum the whole time we're there?" suggest Sam when Ben hesitated. "Then after we let him fuck the toy while everyone in the places watches?"

If Ben was honest, not letting the lad cum seemed a step too far. But from Syrn's utterly depraved reaction, he must've really liked the idea. He instantly grew hard, his hands rubbing across his neck and face as he forced himself not to cover his dick.

"Alright," Ben said. "Sounds like a plan. Let's go."

The Royal Hole was inside the castle and cost a significant penny to enter. Luckily for the Sex Ambassador and his crew, they got a discount.

They entered a large stone dungeon lit by flickering torches. The smell of lust assaulted their nostrils, and the sound of slapping flesh and delicate moans invaded their ears. Evenly space around the walls, cut outs of various shapes sat with bums, cocks, or waiting mouths on the other end. Some "holes" rested on their knees, shaking their butts for passersby, others on their backs with their legs hooked up into stirrups. Everyone was filled with cum and covered in spit and juices.

People lined up at each hole and waited their turn to fuck, suck off, or get sucked off. But who were they fucking? A framed picture sat above each hole, depicting just who was working tonight. Somewhere male, others female.

Ben licked his lips. When he first arrived to this world and fucked Sam, Princess Raine had cast a spell on her, cleaning all the cum and spit from her snatch. At the time, Ben asked what if he wanted sloppy seconds mainly as a way to gauge the room... but in reality, the idea thrilled him. He was glad the others talked him into coming here.

"Remember Syrn," Ben said. "You can fuck anyone you want, but no cumming. I'll be watching."

The lad nodded grimly, unlaced his robes, and headed in. His first stop was in line for a woman giving sloppy blowjobs.

"At least he has good taste," Sam said beside Ben. She kissed him on the arm, planting a love mark. He then did the same to her in the same spot. "I'm going to go find someone to give me a cock. Have fun!"

He watched her go, knowing very well she was purposefully shaking her ass every step. Ben sighed, looked down at how hard he was, and entered as well. He took a lap around the room, looking between the pictures of the holes, what service they were providing, and how long their lines were.

By far the longest line was for a man on all fours with his ass hanging out of the wall. And while getting railed wasn't unique here, it was his picture frame that was. Where everyone had a normal, wooden frame, his was made of gold. Ben instantly knew why--the man was a royal, likely a prince.

Ben watched for a few minutes. Person after person walked up, shoved their dick in--magical girl cock or not--pounded hard, came, then patted the prince on the ass, and left. And boy was it hot. Ben found himself silently stoking while watching, which he quickly stopped. He wasn't going to simply cum while watching, he had people to fuck.

So, he got in a short line. While waiting, he stole a glance at Syrn. The lad was leaned up against the wall, smushing his cock through the blowjob hole. He bellowed and moaned, swaying on his feet as luscious lips sent him to heaven. He shuddered, an orgasm welling--but no, he ripped himself free from the slut's mouth and wobbled away.

"Good boy," Ben said, searching for Sam. He found her... and the massive cock she now wielded. She took no time looking around the room and greedily shoved herself in a man's ass while jerking his hard cock. The man had his legs up like the letter "V" and she easily put him over the edge and smeared the man's cum all over his belly.

A welling of pleasure barreled through Ben as his love mark transferred the pleasure Sam was having. He felt his knees shake, and his balls churn. He needed to fuck something soon, if not for himself, then to give Sam a taste of her own medicine.

The line moved and Ben got to his first hole of the night. A tight ass hung out of the wall as if the person it belonged to was sitting on the edge of a barstool. The picture above the hole explained the woman on duty tonight was Clair, and how much she loved anal. She was a muscular woman with abs of steel and the leanness to give Syrn shame. On Earth, a body like hers was reserved for gymnasts and gymnasts alone.

"Hi there, mister," she cooed when Ben stepped up behind her. Through the gap in the hole, two strikingly purple eyes stared at him. "Are you going to fuck my tight, sloppy ass with that cock of yours?"

Ben licked his lip and ran the tip of his cock through the cum of the men before him. He shuddered in the warmth, then plunged. Clair gasped, which quickly evolved into a giggle of pleasure.

"Not one for words, are we, mister?" she said as he fucked her ass. "Oh god, you're huge!"

Ben ignored her and focused. Across the room, Sam was rapidly fucking another hole. From her speed and rhythm, it was obvious she was trying to get him to cum. He wasn't going to let her. The opposite, actually. He was going to make her cum through their shared mark.

"Keep going!" Clair sang. "I'm close, big man! Keep going! More more!"

Ben hooked his hands on her hips, savagely fucking her. He increased his speed, faster and faster, until his muscles protested. He ignored them, turning into a demon. Clair moaned and writhed under him, screaming as pleasure ripped through her ass and out her throat. Then she came, her ass clamping tight around his cock.

He pulled out of her, breathing hard. Then, he slapped her cheek red, grunted at her "Wows" and left. The next person in line slipped right in.

Ben spotted Syrn standing with his back to a wall, his ass getting licked. They made eye contact, and he swore he saw the lad's cock twitch. Syrn jumped away from the wet pleasure, his knuckles turning white from how hard he clinched his hands trying not to cum.

Sam shoved her magical dick down the throat of a hole, her hands around their neck. She pivoting in and out, in and out, face fucking the mouth. Ben felt the pleasure of the gesture across his dick. He moaned, drawing a few curious eyes from how hard his cock was. It shot straight forward, glistening with other people's cum and juices.

One such onlooker walked over, gently touching it as she walked by. "Hey hunky. Haven't seen you around. You new to the castle?"

Ben almost bent her over and fucked her right there--but no. He was in the Royal Hole for a reason. "Yeah, I'm new," he said more as a grunt than actual words.

The woman, a thick lady with a slick black tail ending in a spade, circled him and said, "I can tell." She sniffed. "I can smell your pleasure, you know? Besides the princes over there, you've got everyone beat."

Ben slacked his jar, trying to ignore Sam's pleasure as she continued to facefuck someone. "Are you a succubus?" he asked.

"What gave it away?" she purred. "The tail or the sex appeal?"

"The smelling thing, actually. I'm not just new to the castle, but new to the world."

The woman quirked an eyebrow. "Are you that new ambassador?"

"Guilty," he slurred, his teeth gritted hard.

The succubus stopped. "What's plaguing you, young Ambassador?" She spotted his love hickey and chuckled. "I see. Come, follow me. We'll get you to win you silly little competition."

She took Ben in hand and led him across the room to a hole. There, a woman laid on her stomach, her arms draped down while her as raised up. She was Amber, and loved it when people pulled her snow-white hair while she was pounded.

Fuck her," the succubus said.

"I'll cum."

"No, you won't. Trust me, I'm amazing at sex." She took his cock and lined it up with Amber's wet, sloppy pussy. "Listen to my words and focus on your stamina. You'll be a Demon by the end of the night."

Ben plunged in--and almost instantly came. Luckily, Sam was waiting in line and not actively fucking someone. He moved slowly, the succubus guiding his hand to Amber's scalp. He squeezed her hair, and pulled, craning her back and plowed.

"Good. Listen to me," the succubus whispered into his ear. "Clinch your ass and squeeze your belly. Think of your stamina as a 'core.' Never let that core go soft."

Ben groaned and moaned, wiggling her the pleasure of the slutty hole and the succubus's gentle, teasing touch. She ran her fingers up and down his skin, tough him just enough to tickle.

"You hear the bitch? She's cumming on your dick after countless rounds of sperm was pushed deep into her. Focus on her and your core. Your pleasure doesn't matter right now. Only hers."

Ben's legs locked up--Sam found another hole to fuck. The succubus squeezed his ass. "Tighten up, little soldier. You're almost out of this."

A roar escaped his lips, and he buried himself deep. He grunted hard, veins in his neck and forehead bulging. He wasn't going to lose, he wasn't going--He felt something ignite in Sam. She activated her hellfire enchantment. Vibrations passed through their connection, along with a sensual burn.