The end to a very messy night.

You are tugging nervously on your own long pigtails as you walk back into the house, short skirt swishing. When you do, you see that Milly had plenty of time to get cleaned up in the bathroom and changed her male uniform back to the female uniform while she was in there. She's once again wearing a tight sweater, scandalously short miniskirt and kneesocks. Ralph has changed into a different set of clothes, and the red-haired Leontes first-year is sitting next to him, leaning her head cutely on his shoulder and snuggling up against him in the chair.

Kinzie has yet another beer in her hand. The source of a foul smell can be seen, as she has a lit cigarette burning in her fingers, which she uses to gesture approvingly towards what is going on to the side.

It was really almost an obligation for Felice. If word got out that she was the ONLY girl at a house party who didn't participate in a fuck-fest, she would be the target of jeers from her housemates for the next year at minimum. But whatever the reason, her favored policy of playing hard to get with boys apparently doesn't apply to mundanes. Felice is topless, with the ample breasts that look so impressive on her slender body heaving and bouncing as Hugh thrusts into her.

Felice is on the couch where you were, with her back resting on the seat cushion while her hips are jutting out over the edge, and her legs spread wide while her feet rest on the floor. Hugh's muscular hands are wrapped around her midriff, along with her rumpled skirt. She's still wearing her fancy, lacy panties - they've been tugged to the side.

It's a relief, you suppose, that they haven't already gone past the point of no return. On the contrary, Hugh seems to be taking it very slow, easing himself in and out of Felice. She makes an exaggerated 'sexy face' at you, mouth daintily open and moaning loudly. "Is your brother with you?!" Franziska asks excitably. "I want to give him the best view possible when he walks back in!"

Hugh, who is kneeling in front of the couch and had been just about to slide himself fully into Felice's pretty little twat again, stops and turns partly around to look. "Sorry, if I'm getting you in more trouble, Fran, but you're the one who got me so hard with those lips of yours. Ah... Felice..." he reaches in and gropes her ripe bosom, running his fingers over her pink nipple. "What do you say we make a, uh... what do they call it... meange a trois?"

"Mmmmm! I love how you think, darling. Perhaps for round two." Felice says, licking her plump lips. "But first I want Eddie to look and see what he was missing. And if he wants, I want him to be able to be able to stroke his shriveled old virgin cock to us!"

"Felice," you mutter, "if you would object to anyone else calling you or the other members of your house sluts for having so many lovers, isn't it hypocrisy for you to use 'virgin' as an insult?"

However, it seems Felice is too preoccupied with the dick sliding in and out of her. Hugh is enjoying it so much that he roughly yanks off Felice's sweater and tosses it over his shoulder, almost hitting you with it. His hands quickly seize on Felice's pale, voluptuous bosom as it bounces back and forth with his motions.

Despite the show, it seems that Milly Cherrywood has used her Leontes house specialty on the homeowner. Ralph isn't even looking at Felice getting fucked six ways from sunday. He's totally charmed by the young transatlantic first-year, and the two of them keep whispering to eachother. Often, Ralph says something that makes Milly giggle cutely and lightly slap him on the chest. Milly doesn't look concerned about the risk she took, riding him to completion like that.

You're a bit surprised. Like your brother, Milly had some rather sharp and nasty things to say about mundanes throughout the day. Truthfully speaking, despite her goofy, hapless personality, Milly seems to be rather viciously prejudiced to the point of bigotry. She talked casually about tricking mundanes into getting hurt... and worse. You wonder what Ralph would think if the cute short-haired girl snuggling up with him was assuming he'd lynch her if he knew she was a witch, or that she'd casually broached the possibility of killing him and all of his friends if it was necessary to maintain the secrecy of magic. The two of them look very sweet sitting together like that, but...

Milly notices you looking at her and Ralph sitting together. "Oh! Francisca," she says. "I hope everything went alright. You and Eddy were yelling at eachother pretty loudly. I don't want to pry, but is everything okay?"

"Y-yah, it's fine. We, uh, got it out of our systems." you gulp, looking over your shoulder. "I got a little emotional, it was my fault."

"It was pretty rude of him to interrupt like that." Milly says. Ralph gives her a strange look, and then turns to you. "Francisca..." Ralph says unsteadily, "I hope I'm not out of bounds but, how hacked off is your brother right now? Should we stay out of his way or is that just going to make matters worse?"

You sigh. "He's not mad at any of you. Aeddy is... weird. I don't know how he thinks. But if he was mad, trust me, you would know. He has a thunderous temper. The truth is, me and my friends had gotten ourselves in trouble for a very wild party at our school just a couple of days ago."

"I bet you did, you little minxes!" Hugh hisses through gritted teeth, excitedly picking up the pace. The slapping of his hips against Felice's pale thighs is becoming loud enough to hear from where you stand.

You continue: "So, by seducing you all, Milly, Kinzie and I were just living down to his expectations, really. He's a smug stone golem like always... He's not mad at any of us, not even the man whose cum was dripping out of me." You shift uncomfortably. "Or should I say 'is'..."

"Ah!" Milly says, putting a hand on her chest. "That's right - you're probably looking for Jerry, aren't you? He went to the guest bedroom next to the stairs."

When you glance in that direction, unfortunately, Felice notices. "Oh, don't you dare! I will forgive you for starting your second... ah... party without me, but you have to be my.." she makes a kissy face at you and erotically licks her lips, "dessert~"

"I'm sorry Felice," you say, "I'm not really in the mood right now. Not with you know who around. Besides, I need to give you a warning about-"

"Ahahaha! Ahhh~" Felice rolls her head from side to side, clearly enjoying the stimulation she is getting greatly, almost as much as she enjoys teasing you - assuming it isn't the other way around. "I knew it! You are in loooove with him! A commoner! Lower than a commoner! An absolute nothing!"

Hugh chuckles to himself. "Mmmf... that's my friend you're talking about, you know. Right on, but still. He's my mate. So I have to defend his honor against cheeky girls." He lifts Felice's leg up lighter and pulls her shoe off. He slows down his pace and grinds his hips against Felice, making her squeal as he begins to nibble on her toes.

"Oh yes, oooh that is nice! Franziiii! Now YOU have to suck on my toes tonight tooo~! Can you do it better than zhis ignorant bastard?"

You start smiling in spite of yourself. Felice really is quite attractive, and seeing her lovely pale body heaving and swaying in the throes of sex, WITHOUT the niggling sense of vertigo from being a thousand feet in the air, is warming you up again as the volatile emotions that sent you careening from lust to indignation and anger, then to tearful familial affection, tilt back towards lust. She's so smug and annoying, but in a way that makes you want to show her up carnally rather than verbally or combatively.

"I will do no such thing. Why could you not do your job properly and keep Aeddy away just ten minutes longer? No, you had your chance to impress him! Now it is you who owe me a favor, Miss Collier!"

Hugh stops for a moment, his wet cock glistening with Felice's juices as he sees you hop onto the arm of the chair... and he sees that although you've put most of your sexy uniform back on, your panties are nowhere to be found. Felice gasps in surprise as you reach down and give one of her wobbling breasts a squeeze, feeling the firmness and pinching her nipple between your fingers. "Francis-" she starts to coo.

But you are in control now, shutting her up with a light slap on her other tit. "Why did you not warn me," you say, "how horny and aggressive these mundanes are? Do not tell me this was your first time with one!"

"It iiiiis!" Felice trills as she tucks her feet behind Hugh's back, urging him to sink all the way into her again with a groan. "You should have been the one to warn me, you naughty girl! Especially after you got me in trouble!"

"Yah?" you ask, your adorable freckled face twisting into a mischievous smirk. "Well the only reason I did that is because of that bitch Samara! Why didn't YOUR brother keep better control of her? Now is your chance to repay your debt! You will clean me up while I kiss your toy boy!"

"Ahhh....?" Having a hard cock inside her, Felice is very much at the disadvantage compared to her usual upper hand in witty repartee. You hike up your plaid skirt and turn away from her, shoving your delicate little ass right in Felice's face. You feel the cool ridges of her glasses brush against your thighs.

"Noooo~" Felice giggles, "Francisca! You're going to smudge- mmmmf!" while she's talking, you acrobatically maneuver yourself so your sex is pushed right against her mouth. Felice is quite lucky you haven't needed to take a shit today, considering where her nose is ending up.

And, to her dismay (or perhaps delight), the semen that Jerry left inside you has not dried, but has been kept warm and runny, the salty, bitter taste flooding her senses as her tongue penetrates your pussy. You grin impishly. "Come on," you say to the handsome long-haired young man in front of you with his trousers around his ankles. "Keep fucking her. Felice loves to be humiliated like this, trust me." you make a dramatic kissy face at him.

Although you were half joking, Hugh seems exceptionally turned on by your bold move, and starts bucking his hips and tightening his grip on Felice's tummy as he goes at her at a faster pace than before. Without hesitation, he leans forward and his nose bumps against yours. His mouth crushes your lips as he kisses you aggressively.

The chair scoots across the floor with the force of Hugh's movements, even with the added weight of two girls factored in. Hugh gives a strangled grunt into your mouth and nibbles on your lower lip wtih his teeth as he hilts himself in Felice's tight pussy, grinding up and down against her and making her squeal right into your messy, sensitive cunny.

It seems that Felice is better able to eat pussy with the distraction of a man stretching out her cunt than to carry on a playful conversation. Her hands spread your dainty ass-cheeks wide and you feel the hair-raising sensation of a manicured fingernail sliding up your ass as her tongue lashes up and down the length of your tiny twat. Although she's only the second girl who has ever worked you over with her tongue, you have to concede that there may be something to Draconis superiority, as she is better at it than Chen, and far better at it than any boy you've been with.

Telling yourself that your first boyfriend leaving you bereft before you came to Boarbristle was no great loss, since his sexual skills were terrible, strikes you as a very properly Draconian mindset to have. For all her faults, Felice was absolutely right - you were only fooling yourself to think you belonged in Leontes. This is always what you wanted. You just didn't know it yet.

"Mmmff... MMMMMMHHHHHH." you get a mouthful of Hugh's beer-laden breath as he unburdens himself of the heavy load he'd chivalrously sat on while watching his three friends banging Milly, Kinzie and you. A trail of saliva stretches between his lips and yours as his jaw goes slack. His cool, dignified posture from before is gone - you and Felice have reduced him to a sex-addled bowl of pudding. Looking down, you notice that he didn't even begin to pull out - you can't see even an inch of his shaft.

Oh, shit. You forgot all about the fact that you were supposed to warn Felice. Oh, well - misery loves company. If you have to worry about a strange man's seed making your tummy swell, why shouldn't these three dirty-minded minxes be in the same boat? Still, probably best you don't tell Felice.

"Hugh!!" you hear a distressed voice. Turning, you see Jerry, whose cum (mingled with yours) Felice is swallowing at that very moment. It looks like Jerry just finished a quick shower, as he's just wearing his shorts and a towel over his shoulders, his hair still wet. "What the fuck, mate?"

"Eh...? What?" Hugh flutters his eyes and looks over. "Aw, come now, Jerry, don't be a prude. We were just having a bit of fun."

Another way that you're more like Felice than you might've wanted to admit, is the fact that it takes you a moment to realize that the guy you'd just had sex with fifteen minutes ago probably wasn't pleased to see you kissing his handsomer, more confident friend, even if said friend's penis was spurting off inside another girl at the moment.

"Oh. Um. Sorry?" you say sheepishly.

Jerry's ruddy cheeks burn, and he looks down at his feet. "Ahm... no, I'm sorry. It's quite alright. Bit of a wild party, I know. I was just surprised. I thought I should get cleaned up for... y'know..." he glances nervously at the door.

"Ahhh.... ahhhhh... oh what a fine taste. I am going to snack on you all night long now that I've got a taste for you, Francisca darling!" Felice giggles, giving your ass a hard spank with her hand as you try to pull your skirt back down.

"S-sure, could I just borrow her for a moment, first?" Jerry says. He puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in the direction of the stairs leading up.

When you're around the corner, the stocky young man pulls you into an embrace and hugs you tightly. "Fran, I'm so sorry I caused you that trouble... and then I just let you go out there alone with Eddy like that. I swear, I wasn't afriad of him or anything, and I knew I should step out and take responsibility, but-"

"Ahh?" you blink, confused for a moment. "Oh... right. No, it's fine. When we stepped outside, Aeddy went straight to talking about tomorrow's schedule, that lump of rock. For a moment I was worried he might actually be concerned about me or show a little protectiveness. But that worry was unnecessary. He used to be very intimidating to boys I spoke with, but I guess that's just because we were under the same roof. Now, I am no longer his problem, and he no longer needs to pretend to care." you roll your eyes.

"Oh." Jerry clears his throat and forces an awkward smile. "Well. What a prick, eh?"

"The worst kind." you nod with a slight smile.

"Heh heh..." Jerry puts his hands on your upper arms. "I mean, I ought to go out there and tell him 'Don't you dare ignore what I did to your sis, come on and kick my arse like you ought to do!"

"Oh, so NOW you grow a spine, now that you know there's no danger. How convenient." you say playfully, smirking up at him and slapping him lightly on the chest.

"Ouch. Oh, I deserved that." the mundane says, shaking his head. "Um... I have to ask... that wild French girl with the black hair... she didn't put you up to, er, what we did, did she? Are you and she...?"

"Felice? No, not exactly. Though I suppose I was proving a point to her." you say. "She is always bragging about how good she is at teasing. I suppose I skipped right over that, didn't I? And then Kinzie didn't want to be shown up by me, and Milly had just gossiped to me about her cross-dressing fantasy earlier today... I suppose we acted inappropriately, didn't we? My friends and I, I mean. I am sorry, for any... awkwardness."

"A-awkwardness?! Sorry?" Jerry says incredulously, shaking his head. "Fran... for goodness sake... before Eddy stormed in, I swear, my exact thoughts were: 'God, go ahead and strike me, drop a bloody meteor on my head, because everything from 'ere on is going to be downhill'. You're just so... cute, so perfect, I... oh, I hope I don't bollocks this up... I've been trying to decide where to move to after I've got my masters, you see, and..."

Gulping, Jerry acts as if he's just said far too much. "Shite, ah, nevermind, forget I said that. There's a wonderful cafe two streets over and I'd love to treat you to brunch there tomorrow. How's that for a start?" he stammers out nervously, speeding through the sentence in a hurry.

Suddenly you get a sinking feeling. Oh, no. You're still under the influence of House Leontes, aren't you? You'd been calling on the magic taught to its students without even realizing. And unlike other students at the school, this guy is a mundane, with no magic of his own, no understanding of it, and no defenses.

And you just fucked this poor guy, who seemed a bit starved for affection to begin with, and gave him a full dose of 'Charm' magic, even though the two of you are from completely different worlds. For you, he was just a momentary source of fun and a way to feed your pride, but now he might be stuck like this, with no one to dispel the charm, or to snap him out of your, er, non-magical charms.

...hey, but on the other hand, meeting up with these guys again without permission would be a great way to piss Aegidius off.

"Weeeeeeeell..." you twist your foot against the floor and giggle, "your friend Herr Ralph does seem like he's quite taken with Milly, in spite of her deceptive antics. I'll be terribly busy doing my brother's bidding tomorrow, but maybe you and Ralph could take Milly and I on a double date somewhere, once things cool off in a month or two?"

"Aw! That's so long!" Jerry sounds a little diappointed. But he takes a deep breath. "But, I suppose I've made little enough progress on my seminars these past few weeks. I ought to see to that before I get lost in any obesssions, huh? Right then! We can play it by ear. Do you, ah, do you want me to go find my phone so I can share you the details and all?"

"Oh, there's no need for that." you say, pulling out of his grasp. "I'll find you when I have the time."

"Uhh..." Jerry blinks. "You mean, like, on Facebook? I'm afraid I don't have much of an online presence..."

"No, nein, none of that gibberish you just mentioned. We will find you and Ralph with our crystal balls, of course." you say with a cute smirk.

He chuckles awkwardly, not realizing how literal you were being. And now, Milly will owe you a favor, too.