Giving her small self over to enjoying her prize, the chieftaness used her tongue skillfully, teasing over the head of Parne's cock, even will tightened and tugged on his length.  It was almost hard to believe that her long tongue could've fit within her petite frame. With an easy shrug the leaf like garments slid off her and fluttered to the ground. Underneath she was perfectly formed though not well endowed. Nothing existed for the pixie beyond the thick rod she pleasured, with a low humming sound, she shimmered and wrapped herself around the pole that was Parne's cock, leg and arm, her body almost pulsing rhythmically as she rode him, her cheek resting against the soft flesh of the head.<br/><br/>Before them on the grass, Tara sat imprisoned in her own way, unable to speak or struggle, but they made sure she watched.  Anytime her gaze drifted away, one sharp poke from one of those nasty tooth picks brought her attention right back to the undeniablly delicious Parne.  She couldn't fault the pixie's their taste.  Weren't all Sidhe supposed to be beautiful?  She had no doubt there was a matching dampness between her legs, but thankfully the pixies weren't interested in her that way.<br/><br/>Pleased with the reaction Parne was having to her skilled tongue, the Chieftan only wished she could provoke more emotion from him, but she was afraid that would not be something she be able to get, even the girl seemed to provoke only a concerned annoyance from him, then again she was mortal.  Only her death seemed to be what would bring any kind of really emotion, and an angry Sidhe was not what she wanted.  The stiffened member throbbed underneath her form and she clicked once.  Several pixies alighted on Parne at once, tongues began licking the dripping blood, but two other joined her as a tight ring around his cock, their tongues, smaller than her own but equally determined to bring him to the desired completion.  Several more fluttered ahead of him, grinning ear to ear.