#3
"Been a while since I've seen one that wasn't human," I admitted, watching as his foreskin slid back to reveal a glistening pink head. "God, you're beautiful."
I leaned forward, placing my hands on his thighs for support. I could feel the room watching us, the energy shifting as conversations quieted. The only sounds were the gentle lapping of water and Bub's increasingly heavy breathing as I moved closer.
I started with a tentative lick along the underside of his shaft, tasting salt and musk that was uniquely orc. Bub groaned above me, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head, not pushing, just present.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Take your time."
I circled my tongue around the head, gathering the pre-cum that beaded at the tip. It was salty and a little musky, but wonderful on my lips. My cock twitched beneath the water as I ran my tongue around the ridge of his head, savoring the way his massive body tensed at my touch.
"Fuck, you're good at that," Bub growled, his fingers threading through my hair.
I opened my mouth wider, taking the head inside and sucking gently. It stretched my lips almost painfully, but the discomfort only heightened my arousal. I worked my way down his shaft, taking as much as I could, which wasn't even half of his impressive length.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice dropping an octave. "Take it like a good boy."
I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him hiss with pleasure. I could feel eyes on my back, hear the splashing and movement as others positioned themselves for a better view. Someone whistled appreciatively as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder.
"Damn, look at that human go," a voice said from somewhere behind me.
"Haven't seen anyone take that much of Bub in a long time," another added.
The commentary only fueled my desire. I pulled back to catch my breath, stroking Bub's slick cock with both hands as I gazed up at him.
"You like having an audience?" he asked, yellow eyes gleaming.
"More than I thought I would," I admitted, surprised by my own boldness.
Bub's tusked grin widened. "Then let's give them a real show."
He stood up suddenly, his massive cock bobbing in front of my face.
With one huge hand, he guided me to the edge of the bath, positioning me so my back was against the side, my arms draped over the edge.
The water came up to my chest in this position, and I was keenly aware of how exposed I was, my hard cock visible through the clear water.
Bub moved to stand in front of me, his cock level with my face. "Open wide," he commanded.
I obeyed, and he slid his massive length into my mouth again, this time with more purpose. He began to thrust gently, his hands holding my head steady. I relaxed my throat as much as I could, determined to take more of him.
"Fuck, you're doing so good," he praised, pushing a little deeper with each thrust.
The room had gone almost silent except for the sounds of water splashing and Bub's occasional grunts.
I glanced sideways to see that we'd drawn quite a crowd.
The werewolves had paused their own activities to watch, stroking themselves lazily.
The vampire and his companion had moved closer, and even the satyr had broken free from his admirers to get a better view.
Bub noticed my wandering gaze and chuckled. "They're all watching you choke on my cock, human.” He pushed his cock deeper down my throat. “Now make me cum so they can all see what a good boy you are.”
I doubled down on my efforts, relaxing my throat and taking him even deeper.
My eyes watered as his massive cock stretched my mouth, but the sounds of appreciation from our audience spurred me on.
I reached up to grip his thick thighs, feeling the powerful muscles tense beneath my fingers as he continued to thrust.
"Fuck, that's it," Bub groaned, his hand cradling the back of my head. "You're taking me so well."
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder as I worked his shaft with one hand and massaged his heavy balls with the other.
They were already drawing up tight, a sure sign he was getting close.
My own cock throbbed painfully under the water, desperate for attention, but I focused solely on pleasuring the massive orc in front of me.
This was just my first cock of the night.
Someone moved closer to the edge of the bath, and I caught a glimpse of purple skin. It was the Djinn from the showers. He was stroking himself, his gold cock ring glinting in the soft light as he watched me worship Bub's enormous member.
"Look at that," Bub rumbled, noticing my wandering gaze. "You've got everyone hard, Kyle." He thrust a little deeper, making me gag slightly. "Everyone wants to see me fill that pretty mouth of yours."
I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him hiss with pleasure.
My jaw ached, but I didn't care. The exhibitionist thrill of being watched, of being the center of attention in a room full of supernatural creatures, was intoxicating.
After years of Mike's vanilla sex requirements, this felt like losing my virginity all over again.
"I'm getting close," Bub warned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "You gonna swallow it all for me, human?"
I nodded as best I could with my mouth full, looking up at him with watery eyes. His yellow gaze bore into mine, fierce and primal. I could feel the tension building in his body, his thighs trembling beneath my fingers.
"Fuck, here it comes," he growled, his grip tightening in my hair.
The first hot spurt hit the back of my throat, making me gag slightly.
I pulled back a little, determined to taste him properly.
His cum was thick and salty, with an earthy undertone that was distinctly different from humans.
I swallowed eagerly as he continued to pump his load into my mouth, more than I could handle.
Much of it escaped, dribbling down my chin and chest as I struggled to keep up.
Someone whistled appreciatively again, and I heard murmurs of approval from our audience. Bub's massive body shuddered with each pulse of his cock, his groans echoing off the tiled walls. Finally, he began to slow, his grip on my hair loosening.
"Damn, human," he panted, looking down at me with a satisfied grin. "You sure know how to take a big green cock, don’t ya?”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, strangely proud of the mess I'd made. "I'm a little out of practice," I admitted, my voice rough from the workout my throat had just received.
"Coulda fooled me," Bub chuckled, reaching down to help me out of the water. His massive green hands easily lifted me up to sit beside him on the edge of the pool. My cock stood proudly at attention, flushed and aching for release after the show I'd put on.
"What about you?" Bub nodded toward my erection. "Want me to take care of that?"
Before I could answer, the Djinn who'd been watching us stepped forward. His purple skin seemed to shimmer in the low light, and his golden cock ring gleamed as he stroked himself.
"Perhaps he'd like to try something a bit more... magical?" the Djinn suggested, his voice like silk against my ears.
I looked between them, suddenly aware that I had options.
So many options. After years of the same routine with Mike, the possibilities were dizzying.
The werewolves were still watching from across the pool, their red knots prominent.
The vampire and his human companion had moved closer, clearly interested in joining the fun.
"I think…" I began. But then I faltered.
My ears perked up, catching the hint of something musical in the air. I turned my head to get a better angle, trying to find the source of the sound. It was faint and haunting, like a lullaby or lament carrying on distant winds.
“What… What is that?” I asked, not looking at the others. My heart was racing and suddenly I felt more alive than ever before. “What is that music?”
“Uh-oh,” the Djinn smiled, giving a knowing look to Bub. “Someone has a secret admirer.”
"A secret admirer?" I asked, still distracted by the hauntingly beautiful melody that seemed to be calling directly to me. "What do you mean?"
Bub laughed, a deep rumbling sound that reverberated through the bathhouse. "The merfolk. One of them has taken a liking to you."
"Merfolk?" I repeated, trying to remember if I'd ever encountered one during my previous visits. "I didn't know there were merfolk here."
The Djinn's purple lips curved into a knowing smile. "They tend to keep to themselves in the deeper pools. Not everyone can hear their songs… only those they wish to... entice."
I found myself standing without even making the conscious decision to do so, my body drawn toward the source of the music like a moth to flame. My still-hard cock bobbed in front of me, but I barely noticed as I grabbed my towel.
"Where are they?" I asked, wrapping the towel around my waist, though it did little to hide my obvious arousal.
Bub and the Djinn exchanged amused glances.
"Down the corridor, past the steam rooms," Bub said, gesturing toward a doorway I hadn't noticed before. "There's a series of deeper pools for the aquatic types."
"You should be flattered," the Djinn added. "There’s only three, and they're quite selective about who they call to."
I nodded absently, already moving toward the doorway. The music grew slightly louder as I approached, more distinct—a haunting melody that seemed to wrap around my very soul, tugging me forward with gentle insistence.
"Hey," Bub called after me. "If the fish doesn't work out, I'll be around later. Could show you what this cock feels like in places other than your mouth."
I turned back and gave him a genuine smile. "Thanks for the offer. Maybe I'll take you up on it."