Chortling at his response, the pixie lept off the branch  and flew to just out of arm's reach.  "Tis not so much your ire Sidhe, as your reaction to the price you must pay!"  Wiggling her long fingers and whistling an offkey bird song, the vines twined around his wrists, small tendril stretching out and piercing the fair skin of the Sidhe, and sinking in.<br/><br/>With that done, the chieftan flew closer, circling their prize hungrily, pausing momentarily to poke and prod.  She paused before him as if making a detailed inspection of his endowment, a long whiplike tongue flicking out momentarily.  The others buzzed in closer if they could, as if they were waiting for some signal.<br/><br/>Unable to speak from her nature made gag, Tara tried to shift and struggle but was unable to make any headway against the strangely heavy guardians she had sitting upon her. She closed her eyes, unwilling to see Parne pay, but they'd not leave her alone.  One danced lightly on the girl's head with excitement and bent down and plucked a long sable hair from Tara's scalp, looped it up and hooked it to her viney belt; the sharp pain jolting Tara into opening her eyes again.<br/><br/>Flying back over to Tara for the moment,  "Remember this mortal, remember the price that the fae demand when you ask favors of them..."  The alien eyes narrowed and she flew up higher, "And remember to demand your due when they ask favors for you!"<br/><br/>Flitting back to the Sidhe, the pixie smiled broadly, her wickedly sharp teeth all too clear.  Dropping down lower, she position herself squarely in front of him as her long, ribbonlike tongue flicked out, curling neatly around the head of the Sidhe's member. Slowly she pulled it back, its surface slightly roughened like a feline, her eyes closed for a moment savoring the taste.<br/><br/>