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Near the edge of the bath, a muscular satyr was thrusting into a moaning human while a second man eagerly sucked the satyr's nipples.
In another corner, a green-skinned orc was being sucked off by three different men simultaneously, his massive cock disappearing into one guy's throat while the others worshipped his balls.
I stepped into the bath, the hot water enveloping my legs as I descended the steps. The heat was incredible against my skin after the bitter cold outside. My cock, already half-hard from anticipation, rose fully to attention as I waded deeper.
"First time at our Krampus party?" asked a voice to my left.
I turned to find a vampire smiling at me, his fangs gleaming in the colored lights. He was gorgeous with pale skin, jet-black hair, and eyes that seemed to glow red in the dim light.
"Yeah," I admitted. "But not my first time here."
"Oh, you're in for a treat then," he purred, swimming closer. "They say Krampus himself makes an appearance for the baddest boy in the bathhouse."
Before I could respond, a splash from the other side of the bath caught my attention.
A purple-skinned figure emerged from the water, rivulets running down his chiseled chest. He was an incubus.
His eyes locked with mine—completely black except for violet irises that seemed to pulse with hunger.
Small horns protruded from his forehead.
When he smiled, I glimpsed pointed teeth.
Behind him a pair of bat-like wings were folded neatly against his shoulders.
The vampire chuckled. "Looks like you've caught someone's attention already."
The incubus moved through the water toward me with supernatural grace, his gaze never leaving mine. As he got closer, I could see his cock standing proudly above the waterline—thick, ridged, and definitely not human. My mouth began to water.
"I haven't seen you here before," the incubus said, his voice like velvet sliding over gravel.
"I've been busy," I replied, surprised I could form words at all. "Work."
"On Christmas Eve?" He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "That sucks.”
He was close enough now that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. It was different from the bath's warmth—more intense, more intimate.
"Maybe that's why I'm here," I said, finding my confidence. "To suck."
The incubus's smile widened. Without warning, he placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me gently backward until I was seated on one of the submerged benches. The water came up to my chest, but my view of his magnificent cock remained unobstructed.
"Then open up," he commanded softly.
I didn't hesitate. My lips parted, and he moved forward, the head of his cock pressing against my mouth.
I let my tongue glide over his tip, savoring the sweet, smoky flavor that was unlike anything a human could possess.
I took him in deeper, feeling the ridges along his shaft massage my tongue as I sank down on him.
His cock was hotter than normal and seemed to throb with supernatural energy.
"That's it," the incubus groaned, his clawed hand sliding into my hair. "Take it all."
I relaxed my throat, a skill I'd perfected over many visits here, and let him push deeper until his cock head brushed the back of my throat. The water lapped around us as I bobbed on his impressive length, my hands gripping his purple thighs for balance.
The vampire who'd spoken to me earlier moved closer, watching with hungry eyes. "Mind if I join?" he asked, his own pale cock already hard and ready.
I made an affirmative noise around the incubus's shaft, and the vampire positioned himself next to the demon. Without missing a beat, I reached out and wrapped my hand around the vampire's cool member, stroking him in rhythm with my sucking.
"Fuck, his mouth is good," the incubus said to his undead companion. "He’s done this a few times."
I was so focused on servicing the two monsters that I barely noticed the crowd gathering around us.
The bath's occupants had taken notice of our activities, and several were moving closer, cocks in hand.
A werewolf with half-transformed features growled appreciatively as he approached, his knot already beginning to swell at the base of his impressive shaft.
The incubus pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva still connecting us. "Don't be greedy," he told the vampire with a wicked grin. "Make sure you share him."
Before I knew what was happening, the vampire had moved aside, and the werewolf had taken his place. I found myself facing three monstrous cocks, each one unique and enticing in its own way. My mouth watered at the sight.
"Open wide," the werewolf growled, his voice rough and deep.
I complied eagerly, stretching my jaw to accommodate his thickness.
As I sucked him, I used both hands to stroke the incubus and vampire simultaneously.
More monsters and men joined our circle.
There was a djinn with a cock that shimmered like opal, a human with piercings along his shaft, and a green-skinned orc whose member was so thick I wondered if I could even get my mouth around it.
They took turns using my mouth, sometimes two at once pressing against my lips.
I lost track of time as I serviced them all, moving from one to the next without pause.
My own cock throbbed painfully beneath the water, untouched and desperate for attention, but I ignored it.
I wasn’t ready to cum just yet. Sucking cock was a task I lived for and I wasn’t about to let this night end anytime soon.
"Look at him," someone murmured. "Never seen a human go so feral for cock in my life.”
I'd always been good at sucking dick, but tonight I was a man possessed. There was something about being surrounded by so many supernatural creatures, all of them wanting me, that made me feel powerful despite being on my knees in the water.
"Fucking hell," the incubus groaned as I returned to his rigid purple cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive ridges. "He's insatiable."
I hummed in agreement, the vibrations making him grip my hair tighter.
The werewolf's furry hand stroked his own massive shaft while waiting his turn again, his yellow eyes glowing with lust. The vampire had positioned himself behind me, his cool lips trailing along my neck, careful not to pierce my skin with his fangs—not without permission, anyway.
"More," I gasped between cocks, my voice hoarse but hungry. "I want more."
As if summoned by my words, two more creatures joined our circle. A broad-chested minotaur with a ring through his nose and a cock that matched his massive frame, and a lithe kitsune whose multiple tails swished excitedly behind him.
"Greedy little human," the kitsune teased, his cock already leaking pre-cum that seemed to shimmer with magic. "I like that."
The orc grabbed my hair and pulled me toward his thick green member. "Open wider," he commanded, his tusks gleaming as he smiled down at me.
I stretched my jaw to its limits, barely able to accommodate even the tip of his cock.
But he seemed pleased enough with that as he grunted and oozed pre-cum down my throat.
The orc's pre-cum tasted different from the others.
It was earthy and thick. I swallowed it eagerly, loving how different each monster's flavor was.
My jaw ached deliciously as I worked to take more of him, feeling utterly debauched and loving every second of it.
"Fuck, look at his eyes," the werewolf growled. "He's in heaven."
He wasn't wrong. This was exactly what I needed after a day in customer service hell—to be useful in a completely different way. To be wanted. To be the center of attention for all the right reasons.
The minotaur snorted impatiently, his massive cock bobbing just inches from my face. "My turn," he rumbled, his deep voice vibrating through the water.
The orc reluctantly pulled back, and I gasped for air before turning to the minotaur. His cock was intimidating. It was thicker than my wrist with prominent veins running along its length. The ring through the head gleamed in the colored lights.
"Not sure I can—" I began, but he cut me off with a laugh.
"Just the tip, pretty boy. That's all I need."
I nodded, opening my mouth as wide as possible. The minotaur pressed forward, the broad head of his cock stretching my lips to their limit. I could barely breathe, but the primal groan that escaped him made it worth it. His pre-cum was surprisingly sweet, almost like honey.
Meanwhile, the incubus and vampire had positioned themselves on either side of me, demanding attention from my hands. I stroked them both, feeling the contrast between the incubus's burning heat and the vampire's cool skin.
"Someone's been very naughty this year," the kitsune whispered, his tails brushing against my shoulders as he waited his turn. "But now he’s being even naughtier, servicing all these cocks at once."
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 he came, 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."