Vivian to the Rescue.

You try to take deep calming breaths and focus as Paphia flicks through the colleges student directory on Vivian's borrowed phone. As alluring as the Dryad is even she can't make that mundane task sexy but what she can do to keep you riled up is park herself directly in your naked lap and press the full swell of her wonderous ass against your stiffening member. The fabric of her hip-hugging leggings is soft and smooth, it conforms to the countours of her crack like a second skin. So it takes no effort for the mischievous Fae to wiggle herself backwards in position until your big ensorcelled dick is firmly hotdogged between her bubbly buns.

"Mmmmmm, that's better. Are you comfortable, my Luckbearer?" She teases and experimentally flexes her glorious glutes a little around your most sensitive flesh.

"Yeah... erk... fine, fine... can we just get on with this please?"

There was no way you should be this hard again so fast! Not after an all night fuck-athon with three insatiable Fae bombshells and twin blowees before breakfast. The male refractory period is a thing! You know this for a fact but apparently your trouser snake didn't get the memo or if he did he laughed and tore it up last night.

Your balls need to cop to their fair share of the blame too. How the hell do you have a single drop of moisture left in your body after cumming literal buckets last night. It's everywhere! You doubt you could have made more of a mess if you decided to hold a foam party in here and it almost looks like you did. But do your family jewels have the modesty to at least ache? Nope they are just thrumming happily like the two non-conservative baby-batter mass-production units they are as Paphia wiggles contentedly in your lap.

Magic is fucking messy. No wonder there is so much government regulation around the stuff.

"Ah here we go, we have a match ladies and... oh! Well I guess we shouldn't be too surprised."

You strain to look over your Dryad lovers shoulder to see the lit-up display but your view is blocked by eager two heads crowding the screen. One has glossy bright blue locks and the others hair is as white tropical sands. Paphia had ostensibly climbed into your lap to make room for her friends to join you on the cum-soaked couch as she searched after-all. So now you are crowded on both sides by a gorgeous pregnant mermaid and an even more pregnant pixie stunner.

"Oh that little cock-goblin!" Ariella cries pressing her heavy tits and gravid belly hard into your side as you crane your head to see who they are talking about.

"More like a cockless goblin from what I witnessed last night." Sniffs Lily as she fondly wraps her slender arms around yours and pulls your bicep into her perky cleavage.

Wait, that means... Mike? What was that guys problem? You haven't done anything to him since you first met him yesterday except play along with his stupid ideas. Look at all the trouble it was getting you in, your college career was on the line now, dammit!

The loud scrape of metal on metal from the kitchenette gets everyone's attention like a nails running across a chalkboard. You all look up in consternation just in time to see Vivian fish the cold iron ring out of the stainless steel sink and slip it on her middle finger She clearly shivers for a moment like she had a rash of the goosebumps then looks up at the rest of you in mild surprise. You freeze in anticipation as do the others, Paphia even stops micro-twerking on your meat so you know shit has gotten serious.

"Ummmm Vivian?" You ask from behind a stack of lovely Fae bodies.

Vivian raises a hand to her temple and scrunches up her face like she has an ice-cream headache. Here it comes, you think to yourself, we're back to where we started but throw some magical **** allegations into the mix for good measure. Why not? Fuck this "Lucky" Charm and fuck magic!

"Ooooh, that is so much better." Vivian says with a sigh after a brief eternity passes "So do we have our offender then?"

You can almost hear three tightly clenched assholes unpuckering at the same time as yours as you relax back into your filthy couch. The air pressure in the room normalizes again as four sets of held breath are released in simultaneous whooshes.

"Yeah, it's my ex-roommate Mike. The guy has it out for me." You inform her and cock an eyebrow in concern, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just put my staff ring on again and let me tell you; what a relief! For a while there all I could think about was your huge penis. Now I can finally think straight." She says with an affirming nod. "So this Mike is causing you problems?"

Alright, this is good right? She's not freaking out and appears to be okay with you so can't you just let sleeping dogs lie?

"And you're fine with everything that has happened this morning? You looked pretty upset for a while there..."

Nope apparently you can't just let it go, you just have to poke at that wound like a moron.

"Aaah, I see. I think I understand your concerns." Vivian muses with a glance at the other Fae trying to bodily smother you. "I will admit wasn't what I had pictured when I envisioned beginning my first college romance and I wish we could have taken it a bit slower..."

"Yeah, I get that too. I am sorry for it though." You admit sheepishly rubbing the back of your head and glancing at the two pregnant Fae on either side of you. Vivian nods in recognition of your words before continuing.

"Believe it or not, it is a big improvement on what I've been living with up until now. I've been so miserable and alone John, I get that makes me sound a bit ****..." The cute mousy brunette starts to blush a little as she continues and you have to admit it is adorable,"...but you seem like a really sweet and honest guy so why not see where this goes? If you're good to me then I'll sure I can be good for you."

You can't believe what you are hearing but Vivian is being honest and **** in this moment, it helps that she is exactly the type of girl your mother would love if you brought her home for thanksgiving. The sort of college girl you had originally pictured yourself getting with before all the magic bullshit sent your college life into a tailspin.

"But these other girls..." you begin to protest seemingly dead-set on digging yourself a hole to bury yourself in. Vivian waves your concerns away with a quick gesture.

"I'm a history major, Beau. In fact I'm the star history student at this college, I've studied cultures that practice plural relationships as well as those that promote monogamy and can recognized the successes and pitfalls of both." She is entering full academic mode now and you could almost see that big brain turning over facts behind those sexy wire rimmed glasses. It's kinda hot, in that kinky librarian sort of way.

"Many of the more negative examples depend on rigid hierarchy or feminine subservience which clearly isn't the case here..." The Fae girls giggle at the very idea and you groan in resignation to her point, "There's no toxic competitiveness or jealousy that I have seen so far. That is typical of Fae culture which is very different to our own, everybody knows that by now and to say otherwise would be intolerant. I consider myself an educated modern woman, not a bigot."

Lily has a thoughtful look on her face now as she stares back at Vivian, you would almost say she looks impressed which might be a first. Areilla is smiling happily up at he R.A. and you can almost see the hearts forming in her eyes, Paphia for her part has resumed her clenching and unclenching of her amazing butt-cheeks around your jutting length.

"All I'm saying is we can take it one step at a time, you're not out of the woods yet John but I realized when I was... not entirely myself that I was missing something really important in my life. Someone important and if you can prove yourself to be that someone that I need then I can work with a more historically unconventional relationship..." She says straightening up with resolve before lifting a finger in warning, "Within reason, you understand. If we have mutual respect along with open and honest communication then this might work."

The room falls silent and you are left a bit tongue tied at the logic and reasoning she has effortlessly applied to what you considered an untenable situation. Shit but this woman was clearly much smarter than you and you had no problem with that at all. Vivian keeps staring past the girls at you seeming a bit embarrassed at her sudden heartfelt outpouring then hardens with resolve.

"I guess I am saying that I'm open to give it a shot if you are."

"I like her!" Lily exclaims rising to her feet with all the fluid grace of a Russian ballerina, "At last a reasonable, rational intelligent human woman who understands we Fae. Yes, let us all act like adults not bickering younglings. Come here sister."

The tall athletic mermaid gathered up the blushing brunette in her strong arms, hugging the smaller woman to her bare breast and planting a soft appreciative kiss on her rosy cheek. Vivian just blushes all the brighter and squirmed a little. Paphia didn't miss it as she bore down harder on your straining manmeat with her muscular wiggling derriere,

"I guess it helps that we are all totally hot by human standards and happily willing to share and share alike." The autumn haired Dryad mused with a lusty grin.

Wait, are you missing something here? Vivian just looks away in coy embarrassment at the lewd suggestion and Ariella laughs in triumphant joy.

"So we do get to keep her? Yay!" The irrepressible pixie launched herself from the couch, heedless of her delicate condition to throw her arms around the embracing mermaid and brunette making it a big, mostly naked group hug. Twin pregnant bellies pressing into the studious seniors slim body.

"Wait, wait." Vivian protests disengaging herself from the sexy Fae and walking into the kitchenette, "We still have the problem on Mike to worry about. The complaint still has to be officially addressed and we need to sneak these ladies out of here or this is all over before it has even begun."

"How are we going to do that?" You ask looking worriedly at the naked, clearly pregnant forms of Lily and Ariella. "I think we are in a pretty tight bind right now..."

Vivian just smiles knowingly at you before bending over to open the cupboard beneath the sink. You can't help but to stare with the way her jeans tighten over her pert, little ass.

"Leave that to me, Beau. You are dating one of the smartest girls in school now after-all." Her muffled response comes as you hear the clanking sound of something heavy being manhandled. "You might want to open some windows though, for safeties sake."

She stands up and turns, you blink in confusion when you see what's she's holding. The Lily barks out a laugh of surprise and Ariella giggles in mischievous glee as she runs to open the two large windows that look out onto the open college green space outside your dorm-room.

Vivian steps up to you until the cool, heavy metal object she is carrying presses into your sternum as she leans into you. She gives a coquettish smile that looks hopeful.

"Maybe we can start with a kiss?"

Mike couldn't fathom for the life of him what the fuck was going on in there. He had been lurking out here in the hall for over twenty minutes now with his ear all but pressed up against the painted timber of the door but getting nothing but the sounds of muffled conversation and was that... giggling? Surely not!

Where was his big blow-up? Where were his fireworks? Where was that icy bitch loudly raining fire and brimstone on the thieving loser? Shit but he really needed to piss and since he physically couldn't, sans penis, it was driving him beyond sweaty agitation.

WHOOOOSH!!

The sound is loud and sudden startling Mike and he stumbled back away from the door. The gushing noise continues as a few curious heads pop out from behind doors to peer down the corridor and give Mike strange, puzzled looks. It's a loud roaring torrential cacophony akin to a ruptured water main or gas line, lasting almost a full minute until finally it petered out and all was silent again.

Mike just stood there staring blankly ahead in confusion, his phone forgotten in one limp hand. Then the door opened revealing the Ice Queen Vivian Fairchild in her plain jeans and sweater with that hot Fae Dryad bitch standing right behind her. In her hand was... a large red fire extinguisher? The nozzle was freshly crusted with frost as a wisp of the CO2 gas wafted up from it.

Her eyes fell upon Mike standing right there in front of her and zeroed onto him coolly as she spoke up loudly for all to hear.

"Ah yes Mr Doe, I understand and apologize on behalf of the College for the faulty extinguisher. It must have been alarming when it went off all on it's own last night. I'll see about getting it replaced and organize the janitorial staff to come clean up the mess on your behalf."

It was clearly all a bald-faced lie and Mike didn't understand why? Why was Vivian covering for the little shit-stain? She was the tightest prude on the entire campus by all accounts. Behind her and over the Dryads shoulder Mike could see his ex-roommate and new nemesis standing in a living room covered in the powdery white fire-retardant residue, coughing and waving at the clouds of it still in the air. Last night his ass, the fire extinguisher had clearly just been used and now this bitch was somehow in on it too?

Oh no, this wasn't fucking going down like this. He was pissed and his bladder felt ready to burst. He whipped up his phone and hit the record function.

"Heya Vivian, so you caught a student fucking some filthy Fae slut in the freshman dorms huh? Isn't that strictly against residential policy? Lay it on me, Babe. What's going to happen to them?" He jeered from behind the lens not even noticing when Vivian frowned and her eyes narrowed, growing even icier.

"It's Mike, isn't it?" She stepped forward looking right into the camera for him. That was great, even if her naming him on video wasn't. "I'll thank you not to refer to Paphia Oaktree, or any of our fine Fae staff or students, as 'sluts'. I will however, inform you that she is not involved in anything beyond being the admissions and assignments officer whom reassigned Mr Doe his room yesterday. She is here as a favor to me as I hadn't yet been introduced to the resident."

Mike blinked in shock and backed up a few steps as the mousy little woman stalked towards him like an angry lioness.

"Not that I need to explain myself to you. So tell me, Babe, what are you doing here?" Real anger was coloring her voice now as she closed on him. "Just hanging around the far side of the freshman block with your phone out for kicks? Expecting to catch a little scandal on video? Well I am sorry to inform you that John back there is simply the unfortunate victim of an unverified noise complaint and some faulty safety equipment. Know anything about the former, do you?"

Mike had his back up pressed up against the wall now and cringed when the furious little R.A. slammed the fire extinguisher down at his feet. Other students were stepping out into the hall with their phones out filming him now. No, this wasn't how this was supposed to happen... what the fuck was going on here?!

"No... no! I was there, I saw them! There were three of them, that one and two others-" He began gesturing towards the tree bitch. Vivian didn't let him finish.

"So you are admitting that you were complicit in a mixed gathering strictly forbidden under University residency guidelines with intent to engage in sexual activities?" She was scowling up at him now. "Because I can attest that Miss Oaktree only entered the building with me just this morning..."

Mike's mind was reeling under her verbal ****. This frigid bitch was lying, he knew she was! ...but for some reason she was covering for his ex-roommate dickhead and the Fae whore behind her in the doorway was smiling at his discomfort.

"Yes! I mean... no? Look, I know what's going on here and if you think I'm going to-"

Vivian cut him off again. Again! The dumb lying cunt...

"It sounds like you need to get your story straight Michael, how about you join me in my office for a chat about spurious complaints and how they can effect your permanent school record."

It was too much for Mike, that country bumpkin asshole had stolen his magic amulet and then his dick only to fuck the night away with hot Fae bitches that by rights should have been Mike's! Now here he was being openly harangued publicly in the halls by the most uptight, slanderous prude in the whole college. It was too much, Mike forcefully pushed her aside with an indignant squark and charged towards the dorm-room door, his phone held out in front of him like some kind of warding talisman.

Paphia didn't try to obstruct his path but smoothly stepped aside as he barreled into the small entryway offering a soft, whispered warning...

"I shouldn't go in there if I was you..."

Mike didn't even hear the door click shut behind him.