Head back, but there's a snag

Aaralon grinned sheepishly as he tucked his rigid tool down his pant leg. Despite bearing the title of Assistant Magus, he felt shy before the incorrigible cocktease.

"Come on girls, we had better make it back to the meeting place before the group heads back. Come now Keira, get up now."

Aaralon extended a hand to the prostrate girl, whose fingers were once again buried knuckle-deep in her snatch. Keira's hand undulated at a leisurely pace, beating out a wet, slurping rhythm. If her unslaked desire were not obvious enough, the residual enchantment from her orgasm was a dead giveaway. Her whole body radiated a soft red light like molten iron. Her skimpy black robe glowed bright white with stringy streaks and splattered splotches.

Keira reluctantly removed her fingers with an obscene sucking sound, and grasped Aaralon's proferred hand. Her seductively slippery juices tingled on Aaralon's palm. Her musk was so intoxicating that Aaralon nearly punched a hole through his britches. As he pulled Keira to her feet, a wave of lust surged through him and he yanked her roughly towards him. Her slime-covered cleavage mashed against his chest, and his massive erection jabbed her taut tummy.

Deyna tried to get up on her own accord, but Keira's scent had an even more profound effect on her. After sucking both Keira and the unicorn to climax, her unsatisfied virgin pussy yearned for release. Worse yet, having accidentally swallowed a good bit of both Keira's nectar and the unicorn's seed, Deyna struggled against the combined effects of the powerful aphrodesiacs. A whiff of Keira's liquid magic pushed her over the edge, and she collapsed back to her knees overcome, by sponatenous orgasm. She yelped as her untouched cunt flooded with girl cum, drenching her undergarments and dribbling down her thighs. Her quim convulsed spasmodically, unleashing torrents of pussy-cream onto the forest floor in audible splashes.

Aaralon gritted his teeth and tried to clear his head. Focus, he thought to himself, focus on getting to the rendezvous point. Aaralon considered his options.

Keira's illumination would prove useful for navigating through the woods in the rapidly descending nightfall, but they still had to make it back before Professor Lywena gave up on them and headed back to the College. There was almost no way they could double-back the way they came and still make it in time, but they could try.

Cutting straight through the unmarked forest in the dark would be faster, but perilous. Aaralon prided himself on his talent in Combat Magic, but he wasn't sure he could protect his two wards, especially his addled state of sexual torpor.

Aaralon could try teleporting back, but Travel Magic was always his worst subject: he had never managed to teleport without mishap even by himself, let alone with passengers. He cursed himself for falling asleep in that boring class.

Meanwhile, all he could think about was impaling the two moaning sluts on his newly enlarged shaft. Aaralon massaged his temples, and came to a decision.