The pixies were viciously fast creatures, their lights glowing ever so brightly of the drainage of energy from their surroundings. They could taste the arousal of the man in their midst, the fear and confusion radiating from the young girls body. Their hands continued to roam around their bodies, rubbing their skin with a strange glowing oily substance that made the captured humans feel like a warmth was spreading right through their bones.<br/><br/>A dozen pixies had gathered themselves around Verita, her naked body now glowing like a eerily lid light bulb high up in the air, hidden away between the leaves of the trees surrounding them. If one would stand on the ground to look up to the sky to find the source of Verita's screaming and unwillingly elicited moans, they would see nothing but thick trunks of trees twirling around each other with a bright light peering between the creaks of the wood. Above the thick bed of leaves was Verita still struggling for her life, trying to get herself free from the tight grasp of nature on her body. Every limb was wrapped securely with curling wood, suspending her eagle-spread wide before Darions eyes who had been lifted up further and further in to the airs out of reach of the travellers on the ground. The dozen pixies around her, had now started to rub their bodies against Verita's sensitive skin, making her squirm of the strange sensations the combined ministrations and oil were causing her to feel. A deep blush had spread over her cheeks before she moaned out loud, a sound elicited from her soaking sex being prodded and played with by the wicked pixie between her legs. She could feel strange flutters of wings against her skin, and tiny little hands rubbing over her swollen clit, making her buck her hips involuntarily into the air.<br/><br/>It did not mean the pixies weren't giving the male human any attention. They had made sure he would be able to see the squirming blushing girl naked and suspended in the air as they worked her body with perfect precision towards a mind-blowing orgasm. And as they had hoped by the sight of this depraved display, they could feel his throbbing rod harden underneath their tiny hands. With more oil then ever needed they rubbed their own bodies and perfectly anatomically sized breasts against the pulsating flesh to try and make the man groan of pleasure. They were trained and experienced in their ways, their hands in a perfect circle around his thick bulging crown, to twirl around in the air and rub his cock in perfect precision. Hoping the man would give them what they wanted, would shower them in the seed of life they so desperately need. Not every fairy was busy rubbing themselves on every piece of exposed skin on both humans, a few dozen were staring from a distance at the show, waving their long hair and hands in the air as they mumbles incantations at a rapid pace, controlling the trees and the forest in order to wrap their twigs and branches as tightly as possible around the squirming humans. Not to tight to make it hurt, but enough to make it nearly unable to move for both of them.<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>On the floor of the forest was a whole different battle being played. The small balls of light were having an increasing difficult task of capturing the other vessels of life. They giggled of the fun of the hunt when they fought with a blind vessel, laughing at his attempts to smack them out of the air with his long claws and brittle bones. Nevertheless their attitude became more serious when several of their sisters were falling to the ground, slashed open or knocked out by the luck of the moon on the vessels side. They snarled angrily, and started mumbling several more incantations, making the roots of the forest bulge up from the ground in order to make the vessel fall flat on his back. They hoped it would fall for their trap so they would be able to tie him to the woods with their wooden bonds of magic, making him unable to move and kill their sisters.<br/><br/>Suddenly the other vessel that resembled the angry blind one was chasing several of their sisters out of the small camp the travellers had made up. They could smell his fear and his strong arousal at the sight of his fellow travellers hung up high in the air, distracted by the sight of the defenceless man running away, several pixies were being slashed out of the air by Razor. With a groaning sound, the infuriated pixies regained their concentration, and separated the group into two. One still trying to capture the blind Ramen, and the other following the running one in order to make him trip on the dangerously magical roots on the forest floor. They tried to enchant twigs and leaves, bushes and even poison ivy to move towards the Ramen to capture him in his flight. They were hungry for his throbbing member, hunkering for his seed of life, knowing his body was nearly as old as their knowledge of most of the trees were. He would give a prized possession, ages old seed was worth more then what the puny life of humans would ever provide for them...<br/><br/>Finding the task of capturing the whole camp to difficult to complete with their tiny bodies and small number of pixies, they increased their stakes. Several wickedly grinning pixies had noticed the Vulpari, a vessel useless for their practises, as his seed doesn't differentiate that much from his brothers of the woods. No they needed seed with more intelligence, more variation then they encounter every day already, but he wasn't as useless as they would perceive him to be. He would make a great plaything to direct, and capture those old creatures. Several of her sisters were bursting into his ears, only to be fought out by her jealous sibling for the honour and pleasure of controlling the fox-like man. Finally the wickedly grinning one had nestled herself nicely into his brain, and started using her magically enhanced hands on parts to make him walk, talk and play just like her race intended him to be.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>