A slow throb pulsed in Tara's cheek as she watched Parne's control slip a bit as the pixies fell on him, tongues lashing the fluid that seeped from his body, be it the rubies of blood or the opalescent sheen of something else.   The long tongue seemed to catch everything, even as the three that encircled his cock began to move in unison, their tongues flicking with fervent caresses over him.  An odd singing or humming like sound rose from her captors and Tara could feel the vibration running through her own body, making an already uncomfortable frisson within her almost unbearable.<br/><br/>The glade was quickly filling with pixies, more than they could've expected, most seemed ambiguous in sex but all eyes focused on the captive Sidhe as he was so pleasurable tortured.  The shiver of eartly magics, of neither lightness or darkness were welling up, called by the heady combination of lust, blood and magic.  Many carried tulips and blue bell like flowers, johnny jump ups and pitcher plants, singing louder as the three that pulsed along the thick rod of Parne's. So many small fae fluttering over the area showering everything with a shimmering dust.<br/><br/>With all their attention rapt upon the Sidhe, the tiny heated bodies trembling upon Tara's own shivering body, a shuddering breath lifted the leaf gag from her mouth, a soft groan of frustration spilled over her lips.  Even that brought no notice from her guards.