The pixies let Vera fuck herself out, cooing sweet praise in her ears.
Oh, what a nice pixie slut you are.. Good slut, spread out like a dish for us.. What a beautiful, horny thing you are..
Such a lovely creature. resistant at first, but now she was fucking herself for their amusement. They did not push her any more, did not torture her in any way, they just teased her sweet spots a little, let her do things at her own pace.


Given all the balm they had dosed her with, she would probably need some rest. Being pixie fucked with every erogenous zone at more than full capacity would take something out of most people, and Vera, poor dear, was only human.

After a while, the pixies gently eased the cucumber out of Vera's abused pussy, and gently laid her hand , on her cunny so that her fingers touched her clit, just in case she needed to jill herself a little more. Some of them even fetched a pillow and stuck it under her head, while others fetched a blanket, which swiftly cut of her clothes with thorn knives they would drape over her as soon as they got her clothes cut off with their thorn knives. Her hand got untangled from their hair.
Go to sleep now, little pixie slut..

Ever helpful, they even unplugged her alarm clock (why did human invent that in the first place anyway?) just in case she needed some extra rest.

The silver haired woman took slow shuddering breaths as the pixies finally ended her sexual torment. Soft moans escaped Vera with each breath. Even with the cucumber no longer inside her, the very air itself continued to caress and soak into her glistening and hypersensitive flesh. Her limbs were dead weight in the numerous hands of the tiny pixies. But, they worked together in gently guiding the Head Girl's hand to rest over her still twitching entrance. A few fingers landed on the woman's exposed pearl, causing her hips to jolt as if shocked by electricity. "Uhhhnn..." Fingers twitched, causing small amounts of friction against the vulnerable nub which was enough to send her belly fluttering.

Eyes remained half mast. Vera's body would welcome the sleep as soon as it arrived. Her head slumped into the pillow while the remains of her uniform were cut away. Her nude form was covered by a warm blanket, giving the Head Girl at least some comfort as she layed out on the living room floor.

Eventually, her breathing slowed and her eyes fell the rest of the way shut. Her body would tremble as each breath caused those hardened nipples to drag against the blanket, keeping her body roused while the balm finished running through her system. Vera was looking at a very long night ahead of her. The next morning, she will be welcomed with many new aches and pains from the night before and sleeping on the floor. There was also that whole matter of the suite being an utter mess. The poor Head Girl could only hope that the pixies will move on and find some other place or person to entertain them from now on.