Magical fallout is actually a "thing" after-all.

"...aaaaand there it is." Says Paphia in smug satisfaction as if expecting something like this to happen all along.

She catches you, arresting your stumble and smoothly sliding back into her accustomed place plastered against your side. Practically docking herself there as if it was the most natural place in the world for her to be, your bulging bicep sliding between her soft, heavenly pillows as her hands return to stroking your chest and back affectionately.

The angry R.A. for her part has dropped to her knees on the soiled carpet and quietened down rather dramatically. In a heartbeat she had gone from alarmed outcry to gasping and moaning as she looks listlessly down at the floor around her as if trying to remember something and failing.

Your cum was going to stain the legs of her sensible jeans and her pert little chest is heaving under her simple red sweater as she began crawl about searching with her hands as though she had lost something. You watch her in dazed confusion as your gorgeous nymph leaned her head on your shoulder and sighed contentedly, her hands still roaming your body in a decidedly distracting manner.

"What- What's wrong with her?" You asks as your own breathing and heart-rate start to quicken. In alarm or with arousal? You didn't know for sure but Paphia is really pressing her pelvis against your leg now, sliding a long, smooth thigh around your own and began to gently rock her hips in tiny up and down motions. Without realizing it you were resting a hand on her full, sculpted ass, gripping and feeling those incredible buns tighten and release each time she rocks herself through those painted-on little white shorts.

"I think she is looking for this?"

Lily stands, all tanned, naked glory and bouncing tits with a pencil in her hand grimacing at something dangling off of the rubber nubbed end. It was a simple small band of dark iron, it looked like a ring and it was clear that the beautiful blonde mermaid wants nothing to do with it. With a graceful flick of her wrist she sends it flying across the room and into the stainless steel sink of the kitchenette with a loud clatter.

"Cold iron, nasty stuff." She says with a haughty sniff, pulling her long platinum blonde hair down over one shoulder and smoothing it across one swollen breast like a curtain of purest white silk. "You really don't want to be playing with that sort of rubbish, my Lucky One. I'd hate to smell it on the father of my children."

Paphia breaths her agreement into John's ear, her hot breath and soft moan making you shudder as she continues to get handsy with you, grinding against your thigh and occasionally glancing down at the addled Residential Assistant before returning to plant ever more passionate kisses on your neck and jawline.

Airelle for her part has wandered over to the crawling, mewling woman and looks down at her, watching her with cheeky grin. All the while, the blue haired pixie never stops stroking her full pregnant belly with both hands except occasionally to give one of her pronounced, tight nipples a mischievous pinch.

"Well what are we going to do with her? Can't lock her up or spirit her away, mortals get really touchy about that sort of thing." Airelle says shooting you a saucy wink, "Lucky for you that is, hey Lover?

Your own thoughts are growing foggy, judgement clouding. Paphia pressing herself up against you, Airelle and Lily strutting about two naked, effortlessly erotic, sexual peacocks and your own pungent scent filling the room was making it hard to think. Was this all some by-product of Mike's stupid potion last night? Wasn't the amulet supposed to help with your luck? This just felt like things had gone from bad to worse... how were you supposed to explain any of this?! Maybe if you just got her the iron ring back and settled her down...

"I know her Sweetling, her name is Vivien and by all accounts, she is a frigid ice-queen with no time for anyone but her books. Now look at her, look what just being near my big strong Luckbearer has done to her..." Phaphia shudders against you, nibbling gently at your earlobe as a moist patch is growing on her tight, white, booty shorts and on your jeans where she is rocking upon your thigh.

You could feel the heat of her needy pussy radiating from the point where your bodies meet as she grinds her barely clad sex against you with slow, delicious friction. Her breathing is quickening and her spectacular tits heaving on either side of your arm as though tittyfucking it between their impossibly boyant and abundant flesh.

Without thought your hand slides down the crack of her full, rounded perfect peach of an ass before slipping under the white spandex to roughly grab a heavy cheek and grip onto it like a handle, loving the play of the firm muscle under your palm. Tightening then relaxing, tightening then relaxing as she slides her sodden heat in deliriously small increments up and down against you.

Her delicate hands are all over your body, stroking and feeling your chest then your stomach as her other hand runs up your broad back and tangles into your hair, her long nails running lines of sweet ecstasy across your scalp. Her heated murmuring and sizzling hot kisses on your face and neck are only interrupted by mewling moans of desire and soft, fast pants of pleasure.

"Uuh- ah... for you- uh mmhhmm- all for you... oh- yeeessss..."

Finally her perfect, thick ass tightens up completely and holds there, trembling in your strong grip for a long, body shuddering moment before releasing and returning to a more relaxed sensual back and forth motion as she lets out a delighted coo of satisfaction. The wet spot on your jeans is suddenly more like a warm puddle of her cum juices. It was Fae-damned madness and it was hot.

Did she just cum?!

"Paphia- please... this isn't... we can't... what's wrong with her?" You finally manage to stutter out, battering Pahpia's questing hands away from your belt buckle as she tries to reach into your jeans. She needn't have bothered really, all of her attention has got your magical monster cock ready to tear it's way violently out of your pant leg, all on it's own. Angry spurts of precum have already started to make a mess down the inside of your other pant leg, essentially evening out the mess.

"She is overcome by your... potency. My Man's sheer virility has overwhelmed her senses and now desire is burning hot within her breast!" The exotic beauty hisses the scalding words into your ear as her hips begin to buck more urgently against your side again. "You can take her, my Love. Take the cold little co-ed and make her yours! Show her how strong and masterful you are!"

The dark idea of you taking advantage of this poor girl, claiming the cute girl-next-door looking R.A. is clearly arousing Paphia but it horrifies you in spite of your straining erection.

"Jesus Paphia, I'm not going to **** her into submission!!" You cry trying to wrestle yourself free of the panting auburn beauty. No dice though, she has glued herself to you like a leech and she just moans more at your rough handling of her.

"Yeah, and hey- what is all this My Man talk?" Airelle interjects looking a bit wounded and plops down heavily on the couch. "Paphia, I thought we were friends?!"

Lily has been mysteriously quiet and when you search her out you spot her sitting on the kitchenette counter, her bubbly ass perched against the hard timber top as she leans back watching the two of you with heavy lidded eyes and her long delicate fingers moving rhythmically deep between her full, muscular swimmers thighs.

So it would appear that rational help wasn't forthcoming from her right now and you groan out in need as she runs a long manicured finger across a taut nipple, up along the slope of her heavy breast and in between her sweet lips where she begins to suck on it suggestively.

She never breaks eye contact or slows her other hands fluid motions betwixt her long, svelte legs beneath that barely-showing pregnant belly, she just stares hungrily with those dazzling blue eyes shining like bright jewels from below long lashes.

"No no, not ****... Sweetling please, calm down. Let me explain!" Paphia groans needily, burying her angelic face desperately into your neck and gripping you even tighter as you try to shake her free.

Finally giving up on escaping the clinging Fae you just stands there panting and looking down at Vivien who has quit her futile searching and is now sitting back on her heels trembling with her eyes closed and her soft moist lips parted. The knees of her jeans are darkened with the dampness of the carpet where she has settled and she holds her palms up beneath her face breathing in deeply.

You can't see any sheen on them but you know that she must be smelling your spend on herself, on her dainty looking hands and it is doing something to her.

Looking back to Paphia you meet her pleading look with a steely glare of your own. You had let all this go too far, you knew you were complicit in all of it but you have to bring an end to all this magical Fae sex-madness, like, Right. Fucking. Now.

Well college was nice while it lasted... and it had lasted one day, maybe two depending on your perspective.

"Dammit Paphia! No!" You feel the sexy tree nymph shiver and gasp against you at your hard, commanding tone. "Stop. This ends now."

"A Man..."

It is Vivien, speaking up for the first time since the tussle that lost her ring. Her voice is soft but it carries clearly throughout the open room holding everyone's attention. Her eyes are no longer shut and she is staring up at you and Paphia from her kneeling position, unshed tears welling up in her deep emerald pools. Then her head drops and her shoulders droop, her entire posture slumping down in misery and defeat before she sobs in a broken tone...

"Why don't I ever get to have a Man?"