Not being, ‘turned on’  by what he was seeing was an impossibility, even though he was trying to distract himself by freeing his arms.  That was continually unsuccessful even with pulling with all his strength.  But that could only work for so long, especially with the little insects running themselves all over Verita, and the soon to follow moans.  He just could not ignore it anymore along with that strange stuff they were beginning to rub onto his and Verita’s skin.  The heat from the oil radiated into him quickly, making it feel as if that part of his body was pressed against another person.  All those little things, had him giving the Pixies at least one thing they wanted, he was rock hard and at full length.  “As soon as I get out of here, I am going to crush the little insects I can get my hands on!”  he growled.<br/><br/><br/>It took all he had as soon as the small insect women started working their small hands and bodies over him to not moan and groan at their ministrations.  He was going to fight giving them what they wanted as long as he could, even if it wasn’t going to be easy.  These pixies were good, that he could notice as he felt every move they made on his body, and watched every move they were making on Verita’s.  Even though they were smaller than his, he could feel every bit of them running along his length, and he could feel the pinpricks of their nipples against his skin.  Every one of their hands were running over him, pushing him on further.  He could not resist the light groans that escaped him at their attention.<br/><br/>And just watching Verita Buck against the fairy’s attention, Darion knew that everything was pushing him closer and closer towards the edge.  The screams and moans from Verita, the heat from the fairy’s oil, and the fairy’s bodies against him. There had to be a distraction.  Hearing the sound of the resistance going on below, it was enough to pull his attention away from Verita, at least directly.  His eyes couldn’t penetrate the leaves below them well, but he did get s view of the branches of twigs and branches.  It was tight, but now that he was trying something different than just pulling, he could move his hands themselves.<br/><br/>While looking at that though he took notice of the fairies that had been hanging back, waving their arms around.  They were the casters doing all this, they had to be.  “Damn Elf, where are you?  There are a dozen of their spell casters up here!”  he yelled, forcing it all through the light groans, and his own body’s involuntary pushing into the group of fairies around him.  As he was doing that he was turning his right wrist around to get ahold of the branches holding him.   They looked like twigs, and it was probably only held together by their magic.  If he could break them, then he could probably pull them free.  Something broken was easier to pull apart.<br/><br/>But before he could even put that plan in action, while his hand was on the twigs, ready to squeeze, was that his will lost out.  He groan as his hands gripped tightly as he burst, sending his cum into the air like the fairies wanted, and it became obvious that it was a long time since the last time he had sex.<br/><br/>But, in the process of that, his grip had tightened on the twigs, and they snapped, weakening their hold on his right arm greatly.  That was good, but he would give himself a moment.  He had hoped to break free before hat had happened, but now he waited a moment.  Even after that moment of rest, he was still hard.  But before anyone could do anything, Darion pulled with his right arm.  Even with the magic from the fairies, the broken section of twigs and branches couldn’t hold against him pulling against them now and they shattered finally.  Taking the broken twigs, Darion threw them at the fairy spellcasters, hoping they would prove enough of a distraction to weaken their magic enough that he could get his feet free as well.  He didn’t want to end up hanging upside down.  If that happened he knew he would be in too bad of a position to put any amount of strength into breaking those.<br/><br/>As that Happened Darion reached over to his left wrist and began working on the twigs there.  First breaking and then pulling at them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>