Thinking about playing seven minutes in heaven at a monster party and, strangely, it's your turn almost every round.
At first, you didn't mind going several times. Getting pressed against the closet wall with the vampire, then getting kissed breathless by a werewolf a few minutes apart was anything but a problem. You thought nothing of it when you were led back into the closet by a handsy orc the round after that.
Then you were brought back in four times in a row. The monsters had grown bolder, hands sliding under your clothes, thighs pressing between yours, making you moan loud enough for the rest of the party to hear. You thought it was a bit weird, but you were too distracted by the demon dragging you back into the closet and dropping to their knees before you to think much about it.
You only realize this isn't a game anymore when the naga it lands on next doesn't bother taking you into the closet to use you, pushing you down on a couch or table to kiss you in front of everyone. Every eye in the room is on you as the real party starts
Your legs are spread open, and you can feel hands sliding under your clothes as the other monsters surround you, eager to be able to touch you. You're the center of the entertainment at the party now, which is exactly what everyone was waiting for.
You spend the rest of the night in a constant state of pleasure, sunk on a minotaur's cock, or riding an orcs strap, or brought to a shuddering orgasm by an incubus' addicting touch. Everyone's eyes are on you, knowing they can use you, and knowing that you'll like it.
The party goes on till you can't take anymore, and everyone leaves you with thanks and teasing words. You're left knowing, without a doubt, that you'll be attending the next party.
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