She was still horny; Either the humans were lying to her, or cold showers just didn't do anything for the Fae. Ever since the Celestial Conjunction in the early 21st century, the one that made magic possible, and enabled the Fairy races to return to the Earth, the sexual habits of the Fae had been criticized.
Y'cynndaarielle was trying her best to adapt to life on Earth. Even though she had belonged to the famous 3rd Phane of the Leanan-Sidhe back home in the Land of Fairy, she had embraced the ways of her new homeland with enthusiasm. Applying for United States citizenship, wearing human styles, going to college, etc. She even found it preferable to allow the humans to call her 'Cindy'. But Earth was still a strange place for her.
There were no classes of nobility in this country, which was exceedingly bizarre. And furthermore, the humans have this strange notion of sexual restraint. A society like this was unimaginable among her people; but the Land of Fairy was dying. Cindy could not return to her old homeland; somehow she had to keep trying to find acceptance among the humans. If the Fairy races were to survive, they had to find humans willing to breed with them.
Cindy had been very successful; some of the elves had been unsure about whether they could find human males that would be willing to impregnate them. But their fears where unfounded; Earth contained legions of virile males willing to fill Cindy's hungry cunt with their spurting seed, thus ensuring the survival of the Elven race.
The cooling water from the dorm shower careened from the ample swell of her creamy bosom, golden nipples hardening in the wet spray, down past the generous expanse of her breeding hips, and spattering away from her clit before soaking her womanly folds.
And it was Cindy's cunt that was of special interest now. From those tender folds she had just finished giving birth to her third half-human child. The explosion of Adoption Agencies that sought Fae offspring ensured that she had no difficulty finding a home for the fruit of her loins. Many couples were anxious to adopt the magical children birthed from her elven womb. She had been given four offers for her current child, before she was even born! All these infants had been sired by the variety of human boyfriends Cindy had met at college; She knew that her obsessive lust for human males was her greatest weakness, sweet weakness.
But her only real problem was her reputation as a slut; that was the most common claim made by critics of the Fae races, or Para-humans as the scientific community called them. She couldn't afford to be persecuted; the only hope for the Elves, Pixies, Satyrs, and Nymphs that had sought refuge on Earth after the Celestial Conjunction made magic possible was assimilation. So Cindy was doing her best to fit in by trying various means of suppressing her volcanic libido.
Her golden-bronze hair shone radiantly through the water, which sprinkled her pointed, upswept ears as she washed her elegant, feminine face. The water seemed to sparkle as it enveloped her ivory skin, the natural, rainbow highlights of her magical flesh gave the water a shimmering gleam that resembled nothing so much as an erotic chandelier.
She reached down and parted the folds of her Fae pussy, allowing the cold stream into her depths. But perhaps the very notion that she was doing this to suppress her lust made that lust more pronounced; or so it would seem from the erect hardness of her wet clit. No, cold showers did not work for the Fae.
She turned off the stream and grasped her towel as she headed back to her room. Hmm... she suspected that Curtis would be stopping by her room today, this story might turn him on even more than usual! So she would not dry off, many humans found a moist body to be especially enticing, maybe there was no point in resisting her lustful nature.
Cindy felt the sway of her jiggling boobs as she stalked naked to room 269. She was what humans called a EE-cup, it had something to do with... with, those funny, lacy things... those strange cups that human women wore under their clothes to cover their breasts. Her figure was magically fine-tuned to lure human males and comfortably birth their offspring, and the busty elf saw nothing wrong with it.
Society would have to accept that elves and the rest of the Fae couldn't be expected to conform to these strange notions of sexual restraint. Was it her fault that human males stared at her bulging breasts as they hung out of the spaghetti-string dresses she wore? Should she be blamed if they happened to like the sculpted slope of her long legs, which seemed to perfectly blend the grace of a fashion model with the rippling power of a female athlete? Everywhere she went, cocks rose proudly as if to greet her, and her fairy nature told her to accept these throbbing rods into her moist slit.
But she couldn't afford to be indifferent to the expectations of society, or the jealousy of female humans. She wanted to live a human's life and find acceptance; which was one of the reasons she enrolled at Madison University on the AG-CON corporate scholarship. She was told that almost all American humans tried to go to college at some point. Cindy had been offered some sort of deal where she had to maintain a 3.0 GPA for a free-ride scholarship. Hah! She'd been getting, (and giving) a great many 'free-rides' since she got here. There was also that clause about the work-fare program if she fell below the minimum grade-point average, but she wasn't worried about that, what's the worse that could happen?
Cindy was playing with herself when she heard the knock on the door; yes, she should have been studying for her zoology exam, but she wasn't worried. And she needed to get another orgasm today, anyway. She looked through the peep-hole.
"Yes!" it was Curtis. He was a tall, muscled, dark-skinned human that had fathered at least one of her half-elves, maybe two. Cindy didn't really care whose sperm reached her fertile eggs. She swung the door open, her nude, dripping flesh reflected luridly in the fluorescent light as she struck a pose that had the graceful elegance of the legendary fairies; yet bespoke of erotic pleasures more appropriate for the Nature Channel.
"Damn, girl! You just got done dropping your third kid, and you're ready for more action!" exclaimed Curtis. Human women might lose there breeding instincts after birthing three children, but Cindy was as horny as ever.
She might have replied, but there was no longer a need for words; not for these two. Her human lover was a potent stallion; on the school's Basketball team, and her preferred mate. The lust with which they coupled was almost instinctive. In seconds, the wobbling glory of elven tits had encircled Curtis' face, as Cindy leapt into his arms, straddling his pelvis as they embraced. Her dripping pussy was now directly level with Curtis; powerful stick of manmeat.
The Basketball Star thrust mightily into the elf's well-used, but surprisingly tight sex. It was no longer a matter of discovering each other's bodies; pure instinct took over in the breeding process that occurred upon the tousled mess of Cindy's bed. It was a wet, cum-laden, animal rutting as human and elven flesh gyrated against each other in a nipple-sucking, back-scratching dance as old as time.
Curtis found he could never get enough of the enchanted breastmilk that often dribbled from the elf's golden, battery-sized nipples. Somehow, the rich nourishment spouting from her mammaries tasted different every time he suckled her. It was always creamy, always sweet, yet her generous lactation seemed to contain undercurrents of subtler flavors that sent the human mind reeling with sensual delight.
Every part of her was ripe with sensory feasts, and once she touched him, there was no way to control the boiling lust that burned in his blood. His loins were aflame, and the lustful inferno could only be quenched within that ever slick, ever tight cunt of the fairy sex fiend who churned her wide hips atop his pelvis, squeezing her boobs to release squirts of her mother's milk into his gaping mouth.
It was one of those orgasms that you don't remember afterwards, the kind that knocks you out from raw pleasure. Both partners were so exhausted, so filled that the mind becomes clouded in post-coital bliss. Other than the fact that Cindy's voluptuous form was intertwined with the dark skin of her human boyfriend, it was the type of climax that makes you wonder whether it actually happened; and that uncertainty compels you to try to repeat the experience.
At least, that was Cindy's first thought as her silvery eyes fluttered open; golden eye-lashes blurring her vision slightly as she began to awaken from the erotic cataclysm that had rocked her world. There had been a noise, hadn't there?
The elf rose to a sitting posture, the swollen bounty of her tits bounced heavily upon her frame, droplets of milk remaining from her pregnancy dribbled downward to stain the sheets.
"Heya, roomie." Came a tiny voice from above her.
Floating above her bed, hovering in the air was a tiny, humanoid form no larger than 6-inches in height. The creature fluttered like a hummingbird, with gossamer wings as brilliant as crystal silk. The tiny entity began chanting something... waved her hand... and then.
.... There is more of this story ...