The heavy tinny smell of Parne’s spilt blood began to carry in the air – the metallic scent seemingly wafted near and far through the glade by the beating of their captors wings, making it smell as if much more had been spilt, almost as if the magic’s of the pixies were diluting it in some way in order to make it spread further amongst their number like the matriarch of a family thinning down their stew to make it stretch just a little further amongst her extended brood.<br/><br/>The blood loss was of little immediate concern to the elf in itself – while the bindings were painful he doubted they would extract enough from him to make him physically troubled for too long after the encounter, but he was concerned with the power that they were draining from him, power that in turn would not be available should they need to draw upon it any time soon. At the moment they were slipping gently from the waters presented to them, but were they to attempt to gorge themselves…<br/><br/>From the corner of his eye he could see the movement of Tara’s limb – trying to keep his eyes focused ahead of him so as not to draw undue attention to his mortal travelling companion. As it was, it seemed that the almost frenzied mob before them was more interested with him than the mortal – and he was certain that he could take the majority of anything they could deal out upon him, but he was well aware that the mortal girl might prove considerably less able to take any unwanted attention from the assembled masses.<br/><br/>A sharp intake of air hissed between his lips as he felt another set of needle like teeth lance into his skin – several of the pixies now fighting amongst themselves for a chance to suckle at his nipple, a sight that was almost obscenely amusing to him as he watched on as detached from the events as was possible giving the surging warmth building within his groin, the light jerking of his member making it known that his release would not be far away.