The inner desires of Vivian "Frost Queen" Fairchild.

Vivian felt completely overwhelmed.

It was as though two years of room-mate hell, the stress of maintaining her peerless grade average, all the everyday niceties and pleasures that everyone else enjoyed but had been denied to her had bubbled up like rising, searing magma within her chest and coalesced - manifesting into one single, overriding, insurmountable frustration. Why didn't she get to have herself a man?!

The rest of it she could deal with, had been dealing with already but there were men everywhere in this college campus! So why didn't she, Vivian Fairchild; cute college co-ed and star student have a boyfriend? A sweetheart, a beau, a steady guy? For some reason, right now it felt like the greatest injustice of her college life, as though the whole world was conspiring against her in an attempt to keep her lonely and miserable. Like some sinister **** behind the scenes was orchestrating her misery and she was sick of it!

She wanted out and she wanted her man! Who was he again? She felt as though she should know his name at least...

Yeah, sure; her seclusionist behavior up until now hadn't helped matters but that was hardly her fault. Was she expected to stay in and endure a toxic dorm room environment? She didn't miss how the other students in her classes had started looking at her either, "Vivian the Frost Queen" their disdainful stares and hidden snickering proclaimed... wait, was that true? ...or had she just imagined it? It was getting so hard to think right now... where was she again?

Looking down she was a bit startled to discover she was on her hands and knees on a carpeted floor, had she been searching for something? Had she dropped something? Why was the carpet damp in places... and why did it smell so deliciously musky? She could feel the wetness soaking through the knees of her jeans, so cool against her skin which was beginning to feel a bit feverish now.

Sitting back up, she could hear voices talking around her but it sounded like they were far, far away and underwater... just dulled 'wah wah wah' sounds that meant nothing to her burning ears.

She was in a room, a students dorm room - that was right! She had come in here to- to- to... Jesus what was that smell? It was thick and heavy and so very distracting. It was making her feel like someone had thrown the world's warmest, softest, fluffiest comforter over her racing thoughts and pleasantly muted them within it's snugly layers.

She had come here to... to... what? Taking another deep breath she suddenly remembered what the smell was now, it was sex! Bumping, humping, pussy grinding, baby making sex! Had she come here to have sex? Surely that was it! ...right? She felt a surge of uncertainty struggle to rise within her but before it could clarify or take hold in her mind it was sunk down beneath that deep thrumming sense of warm, snugly comfort again.

Sitting back on her knees she looked down at her hands, was there something missing? She remembered being frustrated about something there but it was gone now... lost. Ah, well small loss then. Vivian gave herself a mental shrug and promptly dismissed the trivial issue. It wasn't worth worrying about at a time like this. There was that smell again, stronger now. Was it on her hands? Jesus, did she have sex on her hands?

Man sex... Cum! She was in a freshman boys dorm room and there was cum! She remembered now, there was cum everywhere! She had been so concerned about it, about how much there was of it for some reason... why was that again? Had she been worried that there wouldn't be any left for her? That was silly... because she knew that if one single man had produced all this yummy smelling cum then a man like that would be able to cum for days!

A man like that...

A deep sadness swept through Vivian Fairchild again, a soulful, heart aching sadness, as a certainty that a man like that wouldn't... couldn't be her man. A man like that had beautiful women lined up around the block to see him, hang out with him, kiss and snuggle up with him... fuck him and be filled by him.

Raising her head briefly she confirmed the terrible truth; three gorgeous Fae woman in various states of déshabiller (oh cool, she knew some french, that was nice) and all three had clearly been gloriously fucked by this hyper-virile super-stud. One was wrapping herself around him right now, kissing and grinding on him like Vivian wished she could do.

...and she did wish it, she could feel it now. Her prim and proper pussy was decidedly acting up at long last. As though after two years of near total neglect it was finally acting out like a petulant teenager rebelling! It throbbed and thrummed inside her sensible denim pants, aching to be touched, to be filled... but perfect, well behaved Vivian Fairchild couldn't do anything about it, she wasn't that type of girl... was she?

..But it was that type of girl that was getting her man right now, thrusting her curvy hips against his muscular thigh, kissing and touching him, groping him. He was saying something and trying to shake the lithe beauty off of him but the sensual Fae super-model held fast, kissing and pawing at him... Vivian wouldn't have let him go either. Not of a man like that... her man.

She had to say it, say something - anything! The atmosphere of the room was growing hotter and the smells of sex, both his and of the Fae women in the room was growing stronger, more potent...

Potent... ungh! Her pussy actually ached for a cock like his, that could fill her and flood her with the potent cum she could almost taste in the air itself. Mustering up her fleeting cognizance reached deep inside for for the strength to speak and tell him...

"A man..."

It came out as little more than a whisper but the room fell silent until all she could hear was the rapid pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears as it beat in time with the throbbing need of her pink little pussy.

Opening her eyes and staring up at them, at him she felt tears welling as she felt the unfairness of it all come to the forefront of her addled mind, crushing her under the terrific weight of her own miserable circumstances.

He didn't want her, he couldn't! He had three inhumanly dazzling Fae throwing themselves at him. This man with all his magnificent _potent _cum that was quickly becoming the center of her fast shrinking world would reject Vivian Fairchild and it would be final crushing defeat in a long line of horrible injustices not of her making. Her small body slumped under the burden of the terrible revelation, she was so certain he wouldn't want her and it broke her jaded little heart in two... looking up at him she began to quietly sob.

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

You freeze at hearing the clearly confused Residential Assistant's words. You're not heartless and the depth of emotion in them along with the tortured look of yearning on her face speaks to your small town boy gentility but this still didn't sit right with you. This whole situation was insane and she didn't look like she was in her right mind at the moment.

"Aaaaw, poor thing - I feel bad for her now!" Says Ariella from her perch on the couch, the pixie party girl pushing a long blue lock of hair out of her too-cute face, "Can we keep her? Pleeeeease?"

"Well it does seem like her panties aren't in such a bunch anymore..." Lily states, sliding gracefully down from the kitchen island counter-top, all haughty, regal poise - not at all behaving like she was still fantastically naked and had just been hotly fingering herself while eye-fucking you mere moments ago. "...and this does present a certain... solution to our immediate problem."

"Yeeeees~!" Paphia moans breathily into your ear, the heat of her incredible, lithe body still pressed into you side and roaming talented hands not helping your rational thought processes, "She needs you, my Lucky One! Just look at her! Maybe our frigid Ice Queen is more of a lusty maiden than anyone ever suspected..."

"Dammit Paphia!" You hiss batting her roaming hands away from bulging crotch again, it didn't need any help, it was beyond hard already and not helping the situation. "She's a person, not a solution and she's clearly not thinking strai-"

"Please..."

You freeze up at a touch to your knee and look down. It was the R.A... no, it was Vivian who had just spoken and was now pawing at your leg from her kneeling position at your feet, her clutching hands coming dangerously close to the straining monster tucked down your pant leg against your thigh.

"Please, you don't know what... what I've been through..." she fights back her sobbing as tears trail down her sweet heart shaped face, "It's been... been so awful and I- I've had nobody. But now you are here and- and..."

She can't hold in her sobbing anymore and wrapping her arms around your calf, she clings to your leg as though it were a life preserver burying her head into your thigh... right into the precum soaked fabric covering your magically turbocharged member.

"Aaaaaw Sweetie! Come here you poor thing..." It's Ariella, the soft-hearted pixie dropping to her knees beside Vivian and wrapping her up in a hug that just presses her naked, pregnant pin-up proportions against the weeping girl making you groan inwardly at the sight of them. "You'll be alright, our man is more than enough for all of us! You'll see."

She stays there, embracing Vivian while stroking the girls wavy chocolate hair soothingly and crooning comforting words to her. Vivian for her part has stilled her sobbing into ragged, hiccuping, huffing breaths that you can feel the warmth of carressing the bulbous head of your massive cock through the soaked fabric of your pants.

"Really?" Vivian sounds hesitant, her voice muffled as she nuzzles her face harder into your pants and thigh and... other things. Hot things, turgid things... this was bad...

Standing a few feet back from this ridiculous scene Lily cocks a perfect platinum brow at you in an unasked question, so beautiful, so naked, all perfect swimmers muscular grace and haughty pride with the body of an ocean goddess and the attitude to match.

"Will you not help this poor girl, My Luck-Bearer?" Paphia whispers softly in your ear before gently letting her tongue graze it making you shudder, "Would you be so cruel and heartless to turn her away now?"

Things here were not as they seemed, you knew that but the room was growing hot, humid with desire and you were alight with warring emotions. You were all but certain that Vivian was being affected by the horny, ambient magic still remaining from last nights insane romp, all because she had lost her magical protection from it after a freak accident that the goddamned leprechauns charm around your neck undoubtedly choreographed.

...but so were you, everyone in the room was under the effect of the latent magic if you were any judge. You hadn't engineered this circumstance, you hadn't wished for it - even if you had enjoyed a lot of it but now this was somehow your mess to clean up.

...and what would sending her away accomplish? Your Resident Assistant wailing in tears through the very public hallways of the freshman dorms and the end of your fledgling college life? So who did that help? No-one in this room right now, that was for certain...

There was that ~aaand right now, Vivian was moaning, writhing lustfully and lapping her tongue across the huge bulge trapped painfully down your right pant leg like a eager kitten with a bowl full of butter.