Divine... err... Fae Protection

While still stretching out Ariella’s tight cunt with your massive cock. You reach for your drink.

Paphia’s eyes light up in surprise and disgust as she catches scent of Mike’s potion. The scent would have been undetectable to a human like Mike but she is Fae. To a human it would have just smelt like any other alcoholic drink.

Mike is too busy smirking with a condescending smile as you raise your drink to your mouth. He misses Paphia wrap her small delicate and feminine hand around the back of his neck. She sends a bolt of static charge that freezes him in place for a few minutes.

Before, any of the drink reaches your lips, Paphia snatches the drink away. You look at her in alarm as she sniffs the surface of the drink. She then turns to face Mike.

You are unsure what is going on but Lilencia seems to some how knowingly disengage with a disappointed Samael. Ariella is still laid out on her bed with you embedded in her. You are surprised your cock has yet to go flaccid, given how many times you have gotten off today.

“We have a problem Mike. One that us girls want to have your input on.” With how Paphia is gingerly holding your drink, you quickly gather that Mike did something to it. Then you remember the earlier conversation about potions.

“I would be inclined to **** Mike to drink this curse that he tried to trick you into drinking. However, given its nature the University is likely to find out. Then we would all be in trouble.”

Lilencia continues where her best friend left off, “Paphia is right, however we are also loath of just letting this scum get off Scott free with what he tried to do to us. More importantly, he is likely to just go after Anakin again; Once, he gets his fortitude to be stupid back.”

This would be the primary reason you told Mike to drop the Potion idea. Crossing Fae is bad juju, literally. They may be incomprehensibly sexy and hot as hell in bed, but their Fae magik makes it very easy for them to turn your life into a living hell. Humans failed to have control over even criminal Fae.

In a case of self-defense, or defense of another like here. Fae’s courts would have dismissed the case entirely without even going to court.

An epiphany hits you abruptly, you disengage from Ariella. She whimpers her discontent with your departure. You whisper in Paphia’s ear about the Fae dormroom she offered you before.

Ariella slowly gets up and straitens her cloths. As she catches back up with the situation she hangs onto your arm a little possessively. That surprises you as Paphia has made it seem like Fae are generally without jealousy over sharing lovers. Maybe Pixies are different somehow.

Paphia casts a simple Fae bell-weather spell, “Yes it is, and that is a brilliant idea lover.” She smiles as she says that to dig at Mike more.

Walking up to Mike, Ariella fully caught up with the situation. She gently takes the drink from Paphia. Then, with a complex spell she transmutes the drink back into a vial like the one he poured into the drink in the first place.

“Mike, are you smart and wise enough? You can nod your head now yes if true.” Ariella asks and the menace in her voice makes you shiver in sympathy. Mike stutters for a moment, “duh… huh… huh… uh… uhmmm…” but then he chooses to nod his head. Seemingly, he was scared shitless… however he failed to have control of his own sphincter to literally shit himself.

“Damn… because I really want you to ignore what I am about to say next.” Ariella giggles an evil little girl giggle that sends a shiver up your spine. “I am going to keep onto this vial. You are to avoid ever coming near my man, Anakin again? No, scratch that. Your want to keep your mind free of even a hint of malicious intent towards my man again.