The Fey Girls

Breathing carefully, Aaralon observed the people around him while at the same time trying to avoid their gaze. Perhaps it was luck, or a subconscious sensing of the magic's origin, but very soon he found the casters: the trio known infamously as the Fey Girls.

The first was Elitha, a high elf from the distant Everlasting Realm. She was the perfect image of classic beauty, her long golden hair framing her ivory skin, sharp features and delicate ears as well as her cool sapphire eyes and full mouth. She was also rather well curved for an elf, and she knew well how beautiful she was, and how noble her lineage, behaving disdainfully toward any of 'lesser' blood, which was pretty much anyone at the school--and got away with it because of her powerful magic talent. She was dressed as often: enticing but aristocratic. She wore a blouse of finest white silk with pearl buttons, clinging to her torso, with just the faintest teasing hint of transparency. A flowing skirt of scarlet velvet reached down some inches below her knees and covered the top of her elegant riding boots, made of expensive red leather and bearing harsh-looking but not over-long high heel. Aaralon stared at her as he had often done, but this time he noticed mainly her hands, formed into claws and moving through the air even as he felt invisible fingernails rake his chest.

Then his gaze slid to Alya. Most people thought she was a half elf (simply because Elitha associated with her) but in fact she bore Faerie blood within her, and was proud of it. She shared Elitha's arrogance, though with her it was usually displayed in a much more mischievous, wickedly playful and teasing manner. Her skin was rather dusky and she was slimmer than her friend, curves firm and still quite attractive. Her hair was raven black, ears a mysterious purple, her ears also slender and pointed but not as long as elven ones. She looked as if coming from her Arcane Dance session, wearing a tight leotard of a flexible, silvery material, as well as belled bracelets around her wrists and ankles, her feet bare as always. Her hands were also outstretched, mimicking the subtle motions that were caressing the young mage's balls.

And then there was the third of the girls... she was a mortal human of no special bloodline, but her name was Faye, thus fitting the joke of the trio's name. Her parents were rich enough, but she had never been very popular, partly because her parents' money was really the only reason she was at the school--her average arcane performance would have her failing most classes if there weren'T some 'adjustments' taking place. When she first came to the school, she was also rather ugly and rather fat... but for some reason, Elitha and Alya took the girl under their wing and apparently worked some beauty magic on her. She was still somewhat overweight, but that weight had been redistributed to make her an extremely voluptuous young woman, and her face had become rather more attractive, especially after her brown eyes and hair had been turned emerald green and fiery red, respectively. It was rumoured that the other girls treated her rather cruelly, but she still clung to her only 'friends' in the school. She was wearing revealing but common clothing, as almost always since becoming part of the Fey Girls: a rough-spun peasant skirt and a barmaid's bodice, its low cut neckline exposing a good deal of her massive cleavage. Even as Aaralon watched, Faye openend her mouth, and he could feel two wet lips caress his hardening shaft....