Paphia explains things over an informal breakfast...

“What about me?” Asks Paphia from the open doorway of your room.

You head jerks up out of your hands and you spin to face her anxiously. She closes the door and looks back at you with a fond smile as you run **** eyes over her body.

As perfectly beautiful as ever, she at least is clothed and carrying a paper bag of groceries. Somewhere she had found a simple workout outfit of tiny white spandex shorts that hug her luscious ass tightly and show of her long golden legs with a cropped white 'Madison U' sports sweater that hung off one delicate shoulder and is cut off just beneath her full bulging breasts exposing her silky tanned midriff. That is where your eyes fixate...

It is as smooth and softly muscled as you remembered from the night before, not a bulge or blemish in sight. You sag back into the couch with relief then remember that two out of three of your partners last night were still pregnant and would still need explaining; first to the college's academic counselors and then your parents... oh god!

Paphia tosses her shining auburn hair over a shoulder as she places the groceries on the counter and starts pulling out fruit and fresh pastries, passing them to her naked and clearly pregnant friends without any sign of concern.

“Checking my belly, Darling?” she asks handing you a warm croissant and seating herself beside you on the couch. “You don't need to worry about that, I'm not pregnant – not yet.”

She locks hungry eyes on you as she bites into a peach and a warm hand slides onto your bare thigh. She sucks on the fruit and you shudder as a drop of juice rolls past her full rosy lips and trickles down her dainty chin. Lily and Arielle both begin making their own breakfasts, as unconcerned with their 'delicate' conditions as your sultry tree nymph, the pixie devouring an apple danish with relish while the mermaid delicately picked away at some fresh grapes.

“Oh, look at you!” Laughs Paphia, swallowing the bite and leaning over to kiss you warmly on the cheek, “I keep forgetting about your strange human senses of decency and obligation when it comes to sex and babies.”

She rolls her eyes at her knocked up bedfellows then turns back to you with an easy smile and a reassuring pat on the knee.

“I think that you're all concerned that you have got two girls pregnant, and will now have to marry the two of them and support them as they bear your offspring then spend your life raising them – no matter what comes.” She says it waving her peach about airily as though it were a childish notion before looking to you for confirmation. “Thus forever tying you down in obligation. I am right, no?”

“It's not an obligation, it's a responsibility,” you reply. “I was raised right and really, I can only marry one of them...”

“Booooo!” Calls Airelle from the kitchenette, then both she and Lily both begin giggling.

“Forget marriage,” Paphia says smoothly, talking over her tittering friends. “Only our nobles in Faerie marry, and even then it is only for political reasons. No, you won't have to marry any of us, nor will you have to worry about children – you probably won't even see them.”

You begin to object again but Paphia places a single slender finger over your lips to silence you.

“The denizens of Faerie love children, we're famous for it and we have had so few in the many long centuries before the Celestial Conjunction. It's been a great weight on us as a people before finally meeting humans again.” Her finger traces it's way down from your lips over your bare chest and into your lap where she gently grasps your enlarged dick in her soft exquisite hand.

“It's not easy for us to get pregnant you see, even with our magic but you human men are so virile and energetic...” Her hand begins expertly stroking your manhood, slowly awakening it again. “....that we can finally grow fat with children again! It is soooo much easier with you humans and it's our greatest desire is to bear children, though it can still takes months of relentless fucking to get us there. Even with human men”

Your breath is quickening now and Paphia's dazzling green eyes take on a mischievous glint as she continuous smoothly in a voice growing deliciously husky.

“So when two of us are lucky enough to get pregnant so quickly...” Her eyes flash down to the shamrock about your neck then back up into your face. “...then we see it as a blessing from Titania and bear the children, to take them back to Faerie where they will be raised by our kin.”

“Raised...by your... kin... oh god!” You pant as your cock swells under her touch to twelve inches of steely hardness. The two pregnant bystanders are silent and fixated now, their food forgotten and their own breathing quickening.

“That's right.” Breathes Paphia warmly in your ear making your whole body tingle, “Where they will fawned on, cared for and loved by whole communities of Fae and raised in a world filled with beauty and wonder. You have no obligation or responsibility here, after-all you are giving us a precious gift!”

“Gift...” You echo as you begin perspiring, your hips quivering as she speeds the pace of her skillful stroking.. The idea of knocking up gorgeous women, even fae women and not taking responsibility wars with your small town, farm boy sensibilities but right now all of that is taking a backseat to what this delectable nymph is doing to the twelve inches of rigid, throbbing, man-meat between your legs.

“Yes, a gift and we are a grateful people. We like to reward those who give us such rich gifts!”

Paphia is pressed up hard against your side new, her huge warm breasts pressing against your arm through the soft fabric of the cropped sweater. Her eyes hot as her hand works feverishly at your throbbing tool and her full sweet lips part to let out a soft moan of desire.

Behind the kitchen counter the pixie and the mermaid are beginning to look heated too. Their inhumanly beautiful faces are flushed with desire and their hands move down past their swollen bellies to between their silken thighs as they watch Paphia bring you to full aching arousal.

“Yes, a reward...” they whisper together in sweet musical unison.