I laughed nervously.
Jean-Pierre's eyes narrowed. He turned to face me directly, and even without Runt's gay-
magic working on me my eyes couldn't help wandering to his crotch. He was one of the few
creatures in the room not naked. All he wore was a belt, with a long, velvet loin-cloth
hanging down in-between his legs and trailing on the floor. Beneath it I could see a hefty
bulge. He was large, in every sense of the word. Muscular, tall and broad, with mediterranean skin and thick fuzz
covering his chest and forearms. I was straight at that point but I could tell he had tremendous
sex appeal.
He could see I was checking him out. "I guess you've never seen an Incubus before."
Embarrassed, I met his eye and shook my head.
"Runt must have worked some of his love-magic on you?" he said.
I stuttered for a moment. "Uh..y-yeah. Yeah, a few times now."
"What's he like?"
"Oh!" I worried what I should say, but found myself answering sincerely, "The best sex I've
ever had."
Jean-Pierre raised an eyebrow. "You know, my magic is ten times as powerful as his."
I wasn't sure what to say to that. "Oh?"
"Mmm-hmm," he said. He winked at me. And that wink hit me like a train.
All my blood drained from my body and rushed straight to my cock. It sprung hard so
quickly I keeled over, almost falling but managing to stay on my hooves. My cock shivered
with pleasure, just for a couple of seconds. But that pleasure was so intense I was inches
from coming. I just stopped short. The feeling faded, but my cock stayed semi-hard. I
breathed heavily.
"Pretty green, aren't you?" said Jean-Pierre.
I looked at him. He could tell I was new to this. Did he know I wasn't a real faun?
"Just how I like them," he smiled. Then he reached into his loin-cloth and pulled out a
small, silver key on a chain.
"Here," he said, throwing it to me, "You and Runt are in. I'll be there shortly."
Then he walked off, smiling at me.
I felt the other creatures nearby chattering excitedly about what had just happened. I was
still breathing hard when Runt returned. "What 'appened?"
"Jean-Pierre used his 'love-magic' me."
Runt's eyes went wide. "Are you serious? I've known him for centuries and not once... Oh, I
knew you were some o' my best work! Sexy, faun, you..."
Then he caught sight of the key.
"Holy fuck! Did he give you that?"
"Uh, yeah, what is it?"
"That's the key to the V.I.P. room! Fuck! How did you get this?"
"I barely said anything, he just gave it to me. Said we were both 'in'. Is that good?"
Runt breathed deeply. "Jean-Pierre's V.I.P. room is the most exclusive club in the Mortal
Plane. Invitation only. Only his special favourites are allowed in."
"What goes on in there?"
"What do you think?" he sniggered.
I drew a blank. He looked at me, realising that I genuinely didn't know.
"Dude," he said, "Jean-Pierre as an Incubus."
I blinked.
"A sex demon."
Then it dawned on me.
"He's going to have sex with us?"
"Well, yeah," Runt shrugged, "And anyone else he's invited. Best orgy you can get outside of
the magical realms."
"He's invited me to an orgy!?"
"And me too!" Runt beamed, "Now that we're in I'm guaranteed a pardon for sure."
I was stunned.
"I don't want to have an orgy!"
"Sure you do," Runt shrugged.
"No!" I stressed, "I don't."
"Are you serous?" he glared at me, "If an Incubus invites you to his orgy, you don't turn him
down! For starters, he'll take it personal. But more importantly, don't you realise how good
sex with an Incubus is!? Hell, I know you do. He gave you a taste."
"I never agreed to this!" I said, raising my voice a little now, "I agreed to be your boyfriend.
You never said I'd have to do anything more than that."
Runt grabbed my arm and pulled me aside.
"Listen, punk," he hissed, "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to get into that
room? Do you have any idea how many creatures wish they were you right now? Aside from
being the best fuck you'll ever have, this could be my ticket outta this mess and outta your
hair. If you ruin this for me, I'll turn you into an earth-worm and throw you off the nearest
bridge, understand?"
I said nothing. I was stuck. I had to go through with it. After experiencing that small part of
Jean-Pierre's power, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious. But how could I look at myself,
after Runt has gone and I can still remember partaking in a gay orgy with a bunch of
mythical beasts? But if I didn't do it, Runt would never leave. That's if he didn't do
something horrible to me first.
I could see the door. I could run if I wanted.