"Yeah," he purrs, eyes narrowing as he appraises you, "what would be even better is if you fucked me." He motions toward where the donkey had been, its flanks now lathered in sweat and cum. "I bet I'd feel amazing like that."
The strap-on demon laughs darkly, amused by Killian's brazenness. The party guests murmur among themselves, some nodding eagerly in agreement while others simply watch with hungry expressions on their faces. It's clear they all want a piece of you too.
I check my watch. "Actually my time is up, I got another party to host at 7pm. Sex Rex will coordinate the clean up. Happy birthday Killian, please enjoy the cake you ignored." I get in my party van and roll out
"Well fuck," Killian mutters under his breath as he watches you drive away. The strap-on demon chuckles, coming forward to offer a hand up to him. "Looks like it's your lucky day, birthday boy."
Killian glances around at the gathered guests, then back at you. His face splits into a wicked grin as he nods slowly. "Yeah," he says, voice little more than a husky whisper, "I think it is."