The rise and fall of Parne’s taut muscular chest became more and more prominent as his rate of breathing increased – the earlier icy calm exterior he had erected in a bid to distance himself from the encounter beginning to slip as the pixies continued their work unabated, the added numbers only adding to the pleasurable sensations bubbling away within him, the pit of his stomach beginning to feel as if it were filling with bubbling lava, heating his body and serving to muddle his mind just a little in the process.<br/><br/>Now and then his body twitched this way and that – posting at the rough tongues of these pixies who were lapping at the crimson droplets that oozed from his wrists much like cats lapping at spilt milk, the touch of their tongues around the slightly rough edges of the wounds causing him to wince and buck his body slightly. Despite his movements, the pixies that were working his shaft seemed to cling to him with a steadfast determination – the vibrations that emanated from their small bodies causing his cock to jerk all the more prominently up and down in short, sharp heavy movements.<br/><br/>Noting the descending numbers Parne braced himself for the worst – surprised when it seemed that the others were, for the time being at least, keeping their distance from his body and seemingly content just to add their voices to the song that rose up around him, making the air thick like treacle, the tingle of magic evident in the air as it hung heavy like an impending thunderstorm.<br/><br/>Hearing the groan that arose to the side of him, Parne turned his head towards the source of the noise – somewhat surprised to see that it had emanated from his mortal travelling companion, knowing all too well the sound of frustration leaving the lips of another, and knowing just as well that if the magics had broken from the leaf gag then it had been done either deliberately by their captors, or that somehow the girl had found the means someway to dispel the magics.