When the younger Aviari approached the battered machine-man, Parin was surprisingly nowhere to be found. The only clue to her disappearance the wet trail on the wooden deck, invisible in the dark. A soft patter of water drops might betray the Vulpari's position to the very careful listener, falling from the still drenched foxgirl now climbing into the rigging, staying far away from the light of the lanterns. Parin didn't wish to be found yet, despite the cold seawater getting to her. The Aviari going around seemed peaceful so far, but that didn't mean their presence would be tolerated. She had already been dunked once in the dark water, she wasn't keen on getting tossed in again should the Aviari prove less than hospitable.<br/><br/>Finding a spot where she could comfortably lean against a mast while hanging in the rigging, Parin closed her eyes and listened to the conversations going on. Wrapping her soaked tail around her waist, she perked up her vulpine ears to listen. The brothel mistress, W'ineton, was speaking with another Aviari, her sister apparently. The callous disregard Winnie had for all save her, Parin and her bodyguard frightened Parin a little, and once more she wondered what the powerful woman wanted off her. Rarely was she given much attention, yet now this powerful figure was willing to endure the wrath of the Aviari for her sake. It unsettled Parin more than it did flatter her, and the vulpari couldn't get rid of the seed of suspicion.<br/><br/>A moan from the riggings, accompanied by the showman's muttering made Parin's heart leap in joy. Only Mirri would have the audacity to get intimate at a time like this. Parin had been afraid she had almost lost the strange fae, but knowing she was alright was a comfort to the Vulpari. Losing Mirri would have been devastating to Parin, even if it meant  that Zephyr was with them as well, with all his strange antics that Parin couldn't properly keep track off.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">***​</div><br/>The thousand-fold touch along Zephyr's shaft intensified with each second, and it told a lot about the man's self-control that Mirri's touch hadn't yet turned him into a cum-soaked thoughtless mess, but then, self-awareness is critical for any athletic. That didn't mean Mirri was going to give up however, even with the effects of her poison starting to slowly wear off, another testament to Zephyr's resistance.<span style="color: green">"Noma util, vanta. Zat tak nen..."</span>The faerie whispered huskily in response to Zephyr's words.<br/><br/>When the Aviari approached with their lanterns, Mirri was briefly distracted as she hissed to keep the broad-hipped birdwoman away from her prey. The sound was amplified and accompanied by a strange rattling, a warning for the woman not to approach. Keeping a wary eye on the woman, Mirri turned her attention back to the cock she was stroking and using her magic on.<span style="color: green">"Mrrrrr. Noma, vanta, noma."</span>She murred while wrapping her tail around Zephyr's shaft and sack, Squeezing his girth and balls encouragingly while she rubbed her small but naked chest against his cock while licking and kissing the tip. Each touch of her tongue leaving a burning sensation of lust and need.<br/><br/>Despite Zephyr's self-control, the man would be unable to last much longer. One would need to be insensate to resist a fey for long, especially one as skilled a seed huntress as Mirri. The motions of the ghost touch along Zephyr's girth were reaching a crescendo along with her grinding, fondling and licking as the faerie coaxed Zephyr to release, wether he liked it or not. Soon enough, it would hit with an almost mind-shattering strength, accompanied with Mirri flexing her tail rhythmically to milk every drop of seed from the performer.<br/><br/>A strange thing would happen with Zephyr's cum however. The thick goop turning to a fine mist as soon as it was squirted out. The white mist that formed was gathered between Mirri's small hands, who breathed in the etherial smoke. With each breath of the life-rich seed, Mirri's strength would grow, and her glow would intensify and grow redder, until it soon looked like a red star had formed amongst the riggings, casting long shadows on the ship's deck and the ocean, providing great illumination as well as deep, dark shadows. Once her feast was done, the fey would completely lose interest in Zephyr, instead flying down towards Darion, W'ineton, Alapha, Velvaina and Alena.<br/><br/>The trail of pixie dust Mirri had left before now failed to fade, instead floating in the air like embers that did not burn or descend. If someone was sensitive to magic, they'd sense that the floating dust particles were abundant with magical energy. Despite that form of extra magic dispersal, Mirri still glowed with enough life magic that the wood near her creaked and began to grow small twigs and leaves. The desert pixie circled around Velvaina and Alena, giggling when she sniffed the masked bodyguard. The bright fey soon grew distracted from the sex scent still lingering about the two, instead focusing towards Darion with a childish curiousity.<span style="color: green">"Where ship going?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>