The heat of the glade brought a sheen of perspiration to Tara's face and skin, the pixie dust clinging to it, giving every exposed surface an odd glow.  She lifted her leg experimentally, her heart racing even as she unknowingly hummed the counterpoint.  None of the small fae took any notice, they were too drunk on the rampaging effects of what was happening.<br/><br/>The pitch and pacing increased in the dappled sunlight, the small translucent wings buzzing in anticipation. Several lighted on Parne's arm, long tongues lapping up the tiny rivulets of blood. One red headed one started squabbling with another, the sharp nails slashing as the other as they disputed who claimed it.  Soon there was a snarling mass distracting, but the spell of ectasy swelled and they settled side by side,  sinking their sharp teeth into his skin to share the feast.<br/><br/>The disruption only feed the heady feelings that caused the chieftan and her helpers to greater efforts, tongues teasing, even as their wings danced light touches over Parne's more senstive skin.  Even there immortal bodies were flushed with the magic and power swelling around them.<br/><br/>