The minotaur pulled back, allowing me to catch my breath. "Krampus would be pleased," he grunted. Then he pulled his cock from my mouth and began stroking quickly. “Open wide, human. I’m gonna fill that mouth of yours with cum.”
I opened my mouth obediently, eager to taste the minotaur's seed. His massive hand pumped his shaft furiously, the bull-like snorts growing more desperate with each stroke. When hecame, it was with a bellow that echoed through the bathhouse. Thick ropes of pearly cum shot into my waiting mouth, splashing against my tongue and the back of my throat. It tasted like cinnamon and earthy and salty.
I swallowed hungrily, not wanting to waste a drop. Some escaped the corners of my mouth, dribbling down my chin and into the bathwater.
"Fuck, look at him take it," the werewolf growled, his own pace quickening as he jerked himself off. "He loves it."
He wasn't wrong. I felt drunk on the attention, on the taste and smell of so many supernatural creatures surrounding me, all wanting a piece of me. My own cock throbbed, but I still didn't touch it. There was something deliciously torturous about focusing solely on their pleasure.
The vampire was next, his cool member sliding between my lips. His hips moved with inhuman speed, fucking my face with practiced precision.
"Such a warm mouth," he hissed, fangs extending in pleasure. "I could feed on this feeling alone."
When he came, his cum was like ice against my tongue, a shocking contrast to the minotaur's warmth. I swallowed it down, shivering as it coated my throat.
The incubus grabbed my hair and turned my face toward him. "My turn again," he purred, his violet eyes glowing with lust. "I've been saving up for you."
His ridged purple cock slid past my swollen lips, the bumps and grooves massaging my tongue in the most delicious way. The incubus fucked my face with long, deliberate strokes, each one hitting the back of my throat.
"Take it all," he commanded, his clawed hands gripping my head firmly. "Show these others how a proper cocksucker works."
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking with renewed vigor. His pre-cum was addictive and otherworldly. I worked him with everything I had, my hands reaching up to massage his balls, which were heavier and hotter than any human's.
The incubus's wings unfurled suddenly, stretching to their full span as his orgasm approached. "Fuck!" he shouted, his cock pulsing between my lips. "I'm cumming!"
His release hit the back of my throat like liquid fire, burning pleasantly all the way down to my stomach. It was thicker than the others', almost syrupy, and tasted like the most decadent dessert I’d ever had. I moaned around him, gulping down every drop.
It was only a few seconds later when I felt my head pulled to the side and the werewolf stuffed his cock in my mouth. The moment the hot shaft hit my tongue, he was cumming, his balls pulsing as he pumped his load down my throat.
And then it was the orc’s turn.
The orc gripped his massive cock and stroked it furiously, his tusked mouth open in a snarl. Unlike the others, he didn't want my mouth. Instead, he aimed directly at my face and chest.
"Mark him," the incubus encouraged, still breathless from his own release.
With a guttural roar, the orc erupted. Thick, green-tinged ropes of cum splashed across my face and chest, some landing in my still-open mouth. His seed was bitter and salty, completely different from the others. I licked my lips, savoring the strange taste as it mixed with the remnants of the other monsters' releases.
The kitsune was last, his lithe body trembling as he approached. His fox-like features were flushed with desire, his multiple tails swishing excitedly behind him.
"Such a hungry mouth," he purred, sliding his shimmering cock between my lips. "I bet you could keep going all night, couldn't you?"
I nodded as best I could with him in my mouth, my jaw aching deliciously from overuse. The kitsune's cock was slender but long, and it tasted faintly of wild berries and magic. He came quickly, his release sparkling on my tongue like champagne, effervescent and intoxicating.
When he pulled away, I slumped back against the edge of the bath, utterly spent yet somehow still hard and aching. My face and chest were covered in supernatural cum, my lips swollen and red from use. I felt gloriously filthy and used in the best possible way.
"Look at him," the vampire said appreciatively. "Covered in cum and still hard as a rock."
The incubus chuckled, reaching beneath the water to brush his clawed fingers lightly along my neglected cock. I gasped at the contact, my hips bucking involuntarily.
"He hasn't touched himself once," the demon observed. "Such restraint deserves a reward, don't you think?"
The others murmured in agreement, but before anyone could move, a hush fell over the bathhouse. The music, which had been pulsing steadily in the background, suddenly cut out. The colored lights dimmed, leaving only an eerie red glow illuminating the steamy room.
"He's here," the kitsune whispered, his tails bristling with excitement.
A low, rumbling laugh echoed through the space, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. The water in the bath rippled despite no one moving.
"Who's been naughty?" a deep, resonant voice boomed.
