Trying to keep his gaze level with the tree tops some way above and behind the small pixie, it appeared that Parne was having some difficulty keeping his cool. It was an admirable attempt in the least to try and ignore the pleasurable workings of the pixies long skilful tongue – something that many others would no doubt not have been able to do at all, least of all for so long, but there was a slow but certain increase in the way that the muscles of his lower body began to react.<br/><br/>At first it was no doubt invisible to all but the pixies nearest to him, and then only if they were paying the utmost attention, but his muscles were indeed beginning to clench and shudder beneath the attentions of the pixie – his abdomen taunt, the muscles there looking like a washboard, strong and full. His eyes had also began to flicker – his gaze occasionally dipping down to view the scene before him, to watch the long thick tongue lassoed so fully around his swollen cock girth as it worked up and down his length.<br/><br/>His balls beneath began to swell and tighten as he felt the pixies bare body pressed against him – feeling the small area between her thighs move to sit astride a particularly prominent throbbing vein that ran from the base of his cock all the way up towards the full mushroom head that had began to ooze a copious amount of wetness that dribbled slowly from the tip, down along the side of his shaft.<br/><br/>A hiss escaped his clenched teeth as she called the other pixies to her side – feeling their added weight against his swollen hard member, still jutting upwards proudly towards the sky even as it almost disappeared from view beneath the gently buzzing bodies of the pixies, like bees swarming around honey.