Aurora groans as she stirs in her bed, thrashing against her sheets in her sleep.

**Burning... too hot... can't get cool... weak.. pain. Need Winter! Need the Storm!**

The priestess suddenly wakes up, and tries to sit up - nearly falling out of the bed as the sheets are all tangled around her nude limbs. Her entire body is soaked in sweat.. fevered, as if she were ill in a manner that she has never felt since being touched by her Goddess.

"What... is.. wrong.. with me?" she gasps out, her breath coming in short gasps that don't seem to provide enough air for her. "I need.. to cool off.." she murmurs as she disentangles herself, and gets up. She attempts to put on a robe before heading to the showers - but the fabric weighs down on her.. making her feel like she's dragging heavy clothes weighed down with chains.

She drops the robe instead, and heads out of her room to the showers.. she goes into the shower, turning the water on as cold as she can get it. The fever seems to abate a little.. the cold helping to restore some of her strength. Enough for her to think clearly. **Ok.. what is happening... it's like I'm burning up.. but my body doesn't SEEM any warmer than usual!**

Confused, troubled, and still feeling out of sorts, Aurora stays in the shower as the water gets colder and colder, trying to think about what could be causing this.

Pixies, despite being seen as cute and frivolous, possess little compassion for humans. Drugging, kidnapping, bespelling and even rape is something they will inflict upon a biggie with no better reason than it being fun. If one were to observe a pixie swarm for a while, one would see them play similar pranks upon each other, if no better victim were to pass by. While pixie pranks would cause them to serve long and hard jail time in most human societies, they do possess a strong sense of intra species solidarity.
It is rare for a pixie to kill, or even inflict lasting harm on another. Back when their species were more numerous, two tribes might fight over territory, but all conflict would cease if one tribe were in danger. Pixies are small creatures in a big universe. By sticking together, they ensure their own survival.

"How was the cave?", a male pixie said, perched on a branch somewhere on the island. This was addressed to a female with wavy red hair. She was entering the grove where they had previously coupled with the Northern priestess, Aurora. She was walking on foot, shivering so much she could not fly.

"Cold. The new ones.. the wintersprites. They do not seem too well. They keep up well enough, but they seem confused. One more flew out this evening, I understand. I fear she might not last long."

"The cave is cold, all right. My dick keeps shrivelling each time I enter. Too bad, there are some of the newcomers it would like to enter."

The redhead ignored the comment. "As soon as they leave the cave, they weaken. It goes well enough at night, but during the day.. The sun harms them. Yet they always keep searching, searching for her."

"They are incomplete, that is why." The speaker was another male, this one with blue wings. "We keep strong because of the plants and the woods. The powers of all that grows is strong inside us. They take their strength from the cold. But they can't keep it. It bleeds. We need to finish what we started. We need her."

"So, we will make sport of the priestess again?"

"No. Not sport. This time, it will be serious."
...

While Aurora was in the shower, a small figure, glowing with pale light was making it's way through the dorm building. It was flying too and fro, without apparent plan. At some point, is had snuck down into a maintenance room, and landed on a metal pipe to rest. The pipe was singing softly with the water running through it. The little creature tensed. "Priestess?"
Somehow, it felt the presence of Aurora near the pipe, faint, but it was like it was connected with the one it was seeking.

In an act of futile desperation, the wintersprite channelled a bit of its power into the pipe, seeking to somehow connect with Aurora. It was an useless gesture, accomplishing little but to turn water into ice, in turn causing the pipe to block, and a leak to spring elsewhere in the building.

The little creature left is perch, and resumed its wayward search of the building.

Aurora sighs in pleasures as the shower water gets colder and colder - but it doesn't seem to do anything to help with this feeling of 'fever' and illness that is troubling her. Then suddenly the water cuts off.

Annoyed, she turns off that shower head, and goes to the next one. Nothing. And the next. Still nothing.

"Stupid plumbing - someone probably clogged up a toilet, and now they've shut the whole thing down! The least they could do is give us a little warning!" she mutters as she heads out of the shower, and goes back to her room.
It only takes a minute or two, but by then, the priestess is already feeling fatigued and feverish again.

"What is wrong with me?" she murmurs, as she collapses on her bed, and then summons up a small arctic windstorm in her room - no snow or anything.. but just a bone chilling wind howling through her room to try and restore her strength and temperature.

While Aurora's blast of cold air chilled the air in her room, the air outside it grew more heavy and pungent with a rich floral smell. The roses on the ground outside were growing, climbing up much faster than any natural plant. Inch by inch, minute by minute the plants slithered up the wall. As they grew, buds blossomed, spewed pollen into the air, released their petals to flutter in the wind, and were replaced by new buds. This was pixie magic at work, as the pixies prepared to do their work. The uppermost plants had already reached the windowsill. Soon roses would encircle the window.

Meanwhile, the stray sprite was still searching. At some point it passed the breach in the piping. A fine spray of tiny droplets were briefly transformed into snowflakes as the little creature passed. Most had melted before even reaching the floor.

As the little creature entered one of the long corridors, it found itself faltering. Soon it would git the floor. Then suddenly, it felt something. Someone had used magic. Magic like it's own, even! With new-found energy, it speeded up, beating it's wings hard as it sought the source. It was from behind one of the doors, it felt certain. But how to enter? It reached the doorknob, and with it's last strength, tried to turn the knob, only halfway succeeding before having to give up.

Aurora groans from where she lays on her bed when she hears someone trying her door.

"Come in.." she groans - figuring she can just explain the chill as having her AC on full blast. But of course no one enters the room.

"Whoever is there, I said.. come in." she groans again.

Another minute of silence.

Annoyed and uncomfortable, Aurora finally forces herself from the bed and makes her way to the door, and opens it, looking out into the hallway. She almost closes the door again when she doesn't see anyone, but she feels a faint flicker of winter magick, and that's when she notices the collapsed sprite on the floor.

She gently picks the sprite up and carries it into her room, closing the door behind her. "What are you doing here?" she asks firmly - even as the wind seems to pick up around both Aurora and the sprite - as if their magicks are creating a bit of feedback with each other. The additional burst of cold seems to help both of them recover a little strength.

"Is she in?"

A hushed voice spoke in the language of pixies outside. Another one replied. "She is, but she seems to be leaving! Just before we are ready too.. Wait!"
The pixies were anxious. It was important they did not loose their prey. "She has got something! She is coming inside, she.."

"It found her! The little thing found her!"

"Be quiet! I want to see how this goes.."

---

The little pixie seemed to return to life. The other pixies were creatures of summer. They would hibernate as soon as temperatures fell bellow zero. This one was different. It was adapted for winter. The warmth made it weak. Had it more power, it could have sustained itself for longer.

"Priestess?"

It stared at Aurora, blinking as if gathering itself.

"Why.. why did you abandon us?"

Aurora's attention is focused on the little sprite in her hands, so she doesn't notice the vines or the whispering coming from outside her room.

She looks carefully at the tiny pale figure in her hand, and smiles at it when it recognizes her.

"Yes.. I am here." she whispers softly.

Just holding the sprite seems to be giving them both strength, letting both of their bodies cool down as their magicks work together, blending between them in an almost sensual dance. It's so natural and instinctive in fact, that Aurora is unaware of the fact that her hair is now sparkling with ice-gems that have been 'woven' into her braids.



Aurora gasps at the question, nearly dropping the still weakened wintersprite, as she stumbles back to her bed to sit down.

"What... what.. do you.. mean?" she asks - clearly nervous and frightened at the implications of the sprite's statement.

The little creature peered up at the pale beauty. It was female, and very slender. She was quite pale, with an almost silvery shine to her skin. Her wings were transparent, but tinted blue. Her hair was white, and not at all unlike Aurora.

"You wed the winter to the summer. You and the others.. But there is no winter here. And we do not have enough strength to carry it within us.."

Her voice had a timbre like a silver bell, and there was a crispness to it. Crips like the air on a cold, cold winter morning when the pale sun has finally cleared the hills.

"But you got the power.. With you living with us, we would be strong. Would you live with us? Be our queen? We would make you a nice palace.."

Aurora trembles and pales a little as the sprite speaks to her. "I.. I didn't mean to... I.. I'm sorry. It was.. an accident." she says a bit weakly, feeling both shaken, and yet sorry for the small sprite.



And the shock of being asked to be their queen causes Aurora to almost faint as she can't seem to breathe. Her hand shakes, nearly dropping the tiny sprite as the priestess hyperventilates.

No..no..no.. she can't do that... she can't live with them... if she did... she'd end up a brain-dead little sex toy... she knows it.. she'd be totally enslaved to them. Not a queen, but a toy.. a slave.. nothing but a battery to keep them alive.

But would that be so bad, part of her thinks... to have the sprites devoted to her pleasure.. to live in complete pleasure and ecstasy...

But her vows.. her duty to her Goddess...

but doesn't that duty include protecting life.. all life... even the pixies?

Aurora just sits on her bed going into shock as her mind wars with all of these questions and possibilities... and the war takes on external form in her room - as the arctic wind starts to build in power and violence, reflecting the turmoil in the priestess' soul, until at last snow and sleet start to fall within the confines of the room, dropping the temperature rapidly below freezing.

"Snow?"

The little sprite looked up. It reached out and snatched a snowflake out of the air, an held it between its hands. It did not break it, and it did not melt. The little creature watched it with quiet wonder. The it blew at it, and watched its decent.

"Weeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

The pale pixie shot into the air, energy suddenly returning to it's body. It did a wide circle in the air, arms outreached and mouth open. It seemed to do what children have done on winter days since forever. It was catching snowflakes on its tongue. As it flew, it left a faint glow in the air, shifting and subtly changing colour like the aurora borealis, before fading.

"Oh, please come with me! We would treat you nice!"

Suddenly, it dropped down from the air, and landed on Aurora's impressive chest.

"We would make lakes of ice! We would dance upon their mirror surfaces! We would tease you and please you until you beautiful voice would roar like a storm. We would hunt girls for you to play with! Snatch them like a blizzard, and then we would play with them for your amusement."

Aurora opens her eyes and looks up at the pixie's squeal, and is surprised to see the snow falling all around the room. She hadn't called the Storm!!

At least not intentionally.

She can't help but be fascinated at the sprite's antics though - like a little child. The pure joy of the creature.. the way it shines and flutters through the Storm. In some part of her mind, she realizes that not only has the storm strengthened the sprite - but that she doesn't feel quite as feverish either. Oh Goddess!! Does that mean that she's sick because of them?? Because they're dying???

Her thoughts though are broken when the sprite lands on her breast. The winter magick seems to cause a feedback between them, spiraling between them in a most erotic manner that causes the priestess to gasp, as her nipples instantly become achingly stiff and erect.



Aurora moans at the erotic images that fill her mind at the spirte's words.. images of them teasing her and pleasuring her with ice and snow an magick until she was screaming herself hoarse in ecstasy.. images of other students lured and teased into powerful orgasms, before falling into her arms. The amazon closes her eyes, and her body shudders - as she nearly climaxes from the thoughts... and her resolve is breaking.

"But.. I have... a life... here. I can't... just.. leave." she whispers huskily.. her voice trembling as her wlil is slowly cracking.

"Oh, but you would have a life with us!", the little creature promised. "We could bring you friends, even. New one or old ones! They could be your handmaids, your acolyte priestesses.."

The pixie waved its hand in the air, creating swirling ribbons like the northern lights. It added something to them, part promise, part whimsical fantasy, and perhaps some residual memory of the time when the beings known as the fair folk were to be admired, feared and appeased.
The ribbons became like fading windows to another world.
A large room, like the insides of a cathedral, just sculpted from ice, light from unseen sources reflected on cold surfaces. Aurora was there, seated on a throne. She was wearing a diadem, with sparkling snowflake shaped gems, wearing nothing but a fur coat, loose and open. Aura could see herself, her face beautiful and regal, but with lips slightly parted in pleasure.
Her mighty breasts were adorned with wintersprites, lapping at her nipples, coaxing small droplets of nourishment from them. Kneeling in front of the throne was a human girl, kissing Aurora's feet, eyes closed in desire.

She would be their queen and their slave, mother goddess and lover. They would adore her, serve her and ravish her. An eternal life of beauty and magic, and sexual transformation, until she was no longer a mere mortal, but something close to an elemental goddess.

The pixie ran a finger across Aurora's skin, face suddenly in rapture as their magic mixed.

Outside, the creeping plants were making their way in between the window-frame and the wall, creaking wood unheard under the wind inside so far.

Aurora shudders at the sprite's suggestion of being worshipped.. and then whimpers as the Storm within the room picks up.

As the fae magick whirls around her, showing her images of a beautiful ice cathedral, with Aurora as their goddess-queen, the Storm starts to grow in power.. lifting both the pixie and Aurora into the air, holding them suspended in clouds of snow.

Ro's face matches the pixies as the tiny figure caresses her - rapture.. pleasure.. desire. A low moan escapes her lips as her resolve starts to crumble. "Yesss.." she says in a breathless moan just as the Storm starts to fuck them both with powerful gusts of air.

Her eyes begin to close in response as she gets lost in the visions and imagination, surrendering to the magick of just the single sprite easily. Against an entire 'clan' - she would be helpless, but very powerful. So lost is the pale beauty, that she doesn't notice the vines starting to crawl into the dorm room.

"Y-yes!" The little pixie moaned. "Come with us.. come be our Queen, our lover, our slave.. our treasure.."
The wind was growing more furous, but it did not seem to bother the pixie, rather, the wind gathered small blue white parks of it, making ribbons in the air. The wee fairie seemed almost lost in rapture. It was running it's gentle handls over her own body, adding her own touch to the caresses of her body.
"Ohh.. Priestess.."

The vines had now burrowed their way between the window and the wall. Aided by fay magic, they twisted a little, and with a loud cracking noise, tore the window frames loose. Aided by the wind from inside, the whole window blew out, and fell to the ground bellow.

Not even caring, beyond noticing, the wintersprite fell on all four on Aurora's massive chest, writhing in lust and ecstasy. It's pert little rear was in the air, moving like the wind was fucking it. It was not merely exited now, it was actually climaxing, a magically induced orgasm while it was clinging to Aurora's bosom.
"Come! Come! Come with me!" It urged, there was no way to tell if she meant it in a sexual or literal sense.

Aurora moans louder as the pixie urges her to become their queen and slave. Her body thrusts wildly on the bed as the storm rapes both the priestess and the pixie together. She is so lost in the magick and pleasure that she doesn't even hear the window being torn free over the howl of the storm, and the cries of her own ecstasy.

When the pixie lands on her chest, orgasming - Aurora cries out as the pleasure jolts through her entire body.

"Yes..yes...YES!!" she screams as she orgasms with the pixie. She wraps her arms in front of her, pushing her breasts together, holding the pixie against her between the generous mounds. As she thrusts up at the wind fucking her, her milk spurts from her nipples, running down the orbs to wash over the spasming pixie trapped against her breasts.

Even in her own mind - Aurora isn't sure if she's telling the pixie that 'yes she is going to orgasm', or that 'yes she will go with the pixie back to the clan."