Head held high and gaze fixed somewhere just beyond the tree tops that hung above them, Parne was doing his best to ignore the sensations that the pixie was inflicting with rather considerable skill upon him – his face kept as impassive as he was able to given the circumstances, only the slightest hint of a wince upon his features every now and then as the bindings at his wrist seemed to cut a little deeper. He was almost certain that he could feel the bonds continue to tighten every now and then – something that he was not finding all too agreeable, knowing that he risked damage to his hands were the bonds to tighten any further and remain that way for a considerable length of time.<br/><br/>Perhaps it would have been better to have fought back after all, he thought as he felt the sticky wet crimson beads winding slowly down his forearms.<br/><br/>Upon hearing the muffled sounds of panic emanating from Tara, Parne turned his head to study her – relieved to find that there was nothing untoward happening to the girl, simply finding her own binding to be less than pleasurable and the situation as a whole no doubt somewhat unnerving. It wasn’t the sort of introduction to the forces they would be facing that he had hoped for – he just hoped she had the willpower not to crack under the strain of what she was seeing. After all, this was all pretty light as such things went…<br/><br/>With the warm roughness of the pixie’s tongue wrapped so firmly around the girth of his member, he felt it begin to stir into life – swelling up against the somewhat restrictive hold of the tongue, which in turn only loosened a little, holding him tightly as the network of veins that ran underneath the brilliantly smooth surface of his skin began to become all the more prominent, pulsating gently beneath her hold as his cock began to swell and harden, lifting upwards to point towards the very tree tops that his eyes were focused upon.<br/><br/>She was good, he couldn’t deny that…