The wintersprite writhed in climax, nearly smothered between Aurora's huge breasts. The little being ground it's little body into the soft mounds, emitting a high pitched, ecstatic noise. The little being was rubbing milk all over itself, like it could absorb the nourishing liquid with it's skin. It seemed more healthy now, like Aurora's magic, milk and lust was feeding it.

It was not only the wintersprite who was enjoying it. The other pixies had been watching, and some even braved to local storm lashing the room. While a few where blown back out the window, a couple of coloured pixies managed to reach Aurora, and landed on the storm mage's chest. With little ado, the little creatures found their way to her nipples, and began sucking and licking them, even milking them with tiny hands.

Some of the others chose a slower but safer approach. Clinging to the magically empowered plants, they hitched a ride as a carpet of moving flowers began creeping across the floor, slowly moving towards Aurora like a slow vegetable avalanche.

Aurora moans as her climax goes on and on as the Storm continues to fuck her and the pixie both.. holding them suspended in the room, almost as if ghosts or phantoms were carrying her and raping them both.

When the pixies also land on her chest, and join in with pleasuring and milking her breasts, Aurora gives out a piercing cry as her milk spurts out even faster. Her will is slowly being eroded by the erotic pleasure of the sprites and pixies.. seducing her.. subduing her.. breaking her to their will.

With a loud 'boom' - the Storm finally breaks, and a mix of snow, ice and rain start to fall, even as the wind releases Aurora and she falls back onto her bed with enough force to almost break the frame. The priestess just lies there.. still spasming in pleasure as the pixies and sprite riding her chest continue to milk her.

The pixies kept licking, but slowly ceased their fervour. Some seemed quite giddy, like they had been intoxicated by the nourishing milk. In a way they were, as the milk was both rich, a symbol of Aurora's feminine sexuality and because she had such abundant magical powers. Some of the pixies moaned and sighed, pleased to once again have a taste of the pagan priestess.

The wintersprite seemed to be affected the most, lying on top of Aurora's ample chest, slick with milk and still spasming with little orgasms, tiny aftershocks of extacy. It seemed to glow bright.

"Oh.. wow..", the green winged male said, collapsing on top of the soft hills, ejecting a gush of seed to mingle with the milk.

"Let us not forget we have a task to do!", a ruby winged, red haired female said. "Priestess, let us get to work!"

With this she snapped her fingers, and the carpet of plants rose, entangled Auroras feet, and pulled her towards the window, her fall from the bed cushioned by the mass of vegetation on the floor.

Aurora barely manages to moan out as the plants tug her off the bed, drawing her along the ground on the carpet of vines.

She has already been carried out of her dorm room, and halfway to the woods beyond the campus, when she finally manages to gather her wits.

She struggles weakly against the vines carrying her away. "Wha... stop.. where are you.. taking me?" she cries out in shock.

Just as Aurora spoke, a root burst from the ground, snagged the pale beauty, and pulled her in the direction of the woods. Another one erupted from down below, prodded her, then grabbed her slender waist, and pulled her even further. All around them, the vegetation sprang into life, hoisting, showing and carrying the captive priestess away.

A small cloud of pixies swarmed around her, with a few clinging to her instead of using their wings.

"We got to fix this.", Red said. "We got to fix this were it all started. We are taking you to the grove.."

The wintersprite, clinging to Aurora chimed in. "..Bellow the grove! We got to go bellow the grove.."

Aurora's eyes widen as she is carried and passed from vine to vine out of the dorms, and away from the campus. A small squeal of terror escapes when the pixies tell her that they are taking her to the grove -- again.

"No...no.. please... don't.. take me there." she pleads softly. "I..I'll break... I just know I will... I'll be nothing but your plaything... forever. Please.. don't turn me into that."

Despite her mind trying to protest that fate though, her body clearly likes the idea as milk starts flowing out of her swollen orbs again to cover those pixies who have chosen to ride her, rather than fly.

"Weee! MIlk! More milk!"

Some of the pixies cheered as they became splattered with the white liquid. Tiny moths opened to receive each droplet as the flowed forth, little tongue lapped it all up. The liquid seemed to have almost an intoxicating effect on them, a taste of Aurora's peculiar magic, as well as beign so rich and full of energy and nourishment. Their little faces seemed to fill up with a mixture of glee and desire.
The wintersprite especially, as she gathered milk in her hands, pored it down her chest, and started rubbing it into her own skin, moaning and gasping as she did so.

"And would it be a bad thing to become our eternal plaything?", Red said. "Why, it would be a paradise, would it not? We would fuck you so well you would have to invent new words just to describe the pleasure. We would make the bees grow honey, and dip you in it, then brew mead enough to bathe you in it.. I get horny just thinking about what a delicious fuck toy you would make."

Suddenly, it seemed the journey stopped, two armlike branches holding Aurora by her arms and legs. It was right outside the grove, the hum of magic throbbing from within nearby trees.

"But you are not going into the grove. You are going into it."

There was a small there. Aurora was lowered into the cold water. Pixies rushed to, and started to help clean her up, caressing her with little hands.

Aurora nearly wails as the pixies lick and suck at her breasts, drawing more of the enchantment-rich milk from her body. All of their ministrations only cause the flow to increase, soaking the pixies completely. The priestess' eyes roll as the wintersprite pours the sweet milk over her body, causing the young woman to spasm as a powerful jet of milk erupts, drenching the wintersprite completely in white mana-rich milk.

Red's words though are the final straw though for Aurora -- thoughts of eternal orgasms, bathing in honey and mead as the pixies and sprites all play all over her body leave the amazon helpless. Her mouth opens as if she were screaming, but no sound escapes as the most powerful, mind-shattering orgasm she has ever experienced begins to crash over her in wave after wave after wave.

The shock of being lowered into the icy water only seems to increase the poor priestess' sensitivity as the pixies wash and caress her still spasming body, which is already becoming a plaything for the horny little faeries.

As Aurora was lowered into the water, the pixies magic animated the resident water lilies. Some of them moved, entwining their sinewy stems around her arms, shackling her and keeping her in place, even in the wildest throes of her climax. Their stems were surprisingly tough and resilient, and their roots down in the black depths well anchored, making them surprisingly suitable as restraints.

Others rose out of the water, given strength by magic, and moving like poised cobras, they hovered over the nubile body of the priestess for a while. They did not strike as cobras, though. Instead they lowered themselves gently on her body, rubbing it, petals and leaves changing shape as needed to help clean her body, rubbing and caressing her pale, smooth skin.

The pixies tried to assist in the task, but their help was of dubious value, many of them so caught up in the throes of magic and sex they were unable to do anything but to surrender, a chorus of small voices shouting in ecstasy along with Aurora.

"Priestess", the red female half said, half moaned. "Once you are clean, we will release you. We have prepared garments for you. You will don them, and we will show you an entrance down into the ground. Down to the rest of the wintersprites. There is your task."


And indeed, the lilies gradually loosed their hold. Once Aurora had come down from her orgasm, she might be able to spot something shimmering and pale amongst the nearby trees. It was the garments the pixies had prepared for her, spun of the pales blue and white gossamer, so thin, flimsy and transparent it seemed as much as ghostly matter in the dark night as something made out of real fabric.

Aurora gasps as the lillies and vines wrap around her limbs, holding her tight as they wash and stroke her body. If anything, the 'bondage' only seems to make the priestess climax harder as the bath goes on.

The young beauty is barely able to stand when she is finally released from the vines and pixies to stumble out of the pond. The words of Red barely register in the pleasure-drugged mind of the priestess - but her eyes go wide as she spots the light gossamer robe and a soft oooh escapes her lips.

She stumbles a few steps over to the robe, and lifts it gently from the trees where it hangs. The workmanship is incredible - the fabric like nothing she has ever seen or felt - and yet there is something reminiscent of her own priestess robes in the colors and cut of the gown.

In a bit of a daze, she slips the fabric over her arms, and settles the robe around her body. "Oh.. GODDESS" she gasps as she feels the magick of the light cloth. Fabric so light and sheer that she may as well be naked - but despite the fact that it weighs nothing.. the fabric not only clings firmly to her skin, it is like the fabric is alive as it seems to gently massage her body, and little currents of magick run through the gown, stroking her body erotically - not enough to let her climax, but strong enough to not only keep her fully aroused, but to cause her arousal to continue to build to levels she never imagined even without orgasm.

The Priestess is engaged in a losing battle to not become enslaved to the pixies and sprites -- in fact, it is a battle that is already lost as she no longer fights the pixies wishes.

The pixies cooed happily as they saw Aurora's reaction to the robes. They swarmed around her, even helping her get into the robes. They hummed and whispered their appreciation, helped adjust the shimmering robes, and tenderly stroked her luxurious hair. It was an odd scene, really, such a display of something almost akin to affection by a group of creatures that would gleefully rape a human woman simply for their own amusement, and indeed had raped Aurora before, and would likely do so again if they got the chance.

The priestess looked wonderful in her new garments, a regal shimmering beauty clad in the finest gossamer. It seemed like the garment and the priestess responded well to one another. The pixies took this as a good sign, as the robes were spun by their magic, and this meant Aurora still had her particular resonance with pixie magic.


"Come with us.." Red said. "When our magic mixed,it changed some of us.. as you yourself have seen. Suddenly, we had fledgling new tribe at our hands. You can imagine our joy. We do not like to let gloom get to us often, but we are rare creatures, these days. A new tribe.. that is new hope."

"Alas, these are creatures of winters, autumns, wind and snow. Much as we love the warms sun, the wintersprites do not thrive. Luckily, our combined magic seeped into the ground, and created chilled caverns underneath the grove. The wintersprites sought refuge there-"

"But they were nit strong enough. They weaken as soon as they leave their home, and that place cannot sustain them much longer. Their home is also their prison. We need them stronger, to possess more of the magic they need. And that is why we need you. They need you to brew up your special magic, to give them the strength they need."


Between the trees, an opening down into the ground appeared.

((Sorry for the short reply after waiting so long -- but seemed like really needed you to describe what Aurora finds below))

Aurora is sighing and moaning as she spins around in the robe, letting the light gossamer float around her and caress her body. Little pulses of pleasure magic just seem to weave through her body - warm and thick, like drinking of a rich heavy mead. Warmth and pleasure seem to permeate her entire body until little else can enter the Priestess' vision of the world.

In fact it takes Red a couple of tries to actually get Aurora's attention as she explains the plight of the wintersprites.

As the ground opens before her, Aurora just smiles as she holds out a hand so that Red (or other pixies) can come to rest on her palm and guide her into the cavern below.

(yeah, sorry. Should have described it right away, I was just afraid I was pushing too fast, but I think I was doing the opposite.)

The cave looked strangely organic, as if it had been shaped neither by tools, nor by tectonic forces, but rather was something alive. It was not entirely untrue. The tunnel and the cave below had been shaped by the magic that had seeped into the ground after Aurora and the pixies had so forcefully mingled their mana in the Grove.

The tunnel was round, rocks and roots flowing like veins across the wall. The air moved in the tunnel, but not in a steady flow. Rather it ebbed, grew silent, then flowed with new strength, almost like a creature breathing, making Aurora's new robes flutter and dance. The air that moved in was warm, the air of tropical island. The air that flowed out was chilled, like a winter evening.

Not only was the air cold. A little into the tunnel, icicles appeared, hanging from the roof. The floor became slippery, covered by a fine sheet of ice.

And then it opened into a large room. It was rounded cave, with a strange alien landscape of ice, frozen roots from above and large rocks. It was lit by small points of magic light, none of them very strong, many of them flickering, bathing the room in a strange, almost eerie light. The light was in different colors, and being reflected in the icy surfaces, it made the cave look like a dreamlike landscape of color and darkness. It was hard to see, but appeared another tunnel was in the far end. Something could be seen inside it. Something that resembled a motionless female, about Aurora's own size.


"Go on. Good luck, little sacrifice."

The pixies suddenly darted back, eager to avoid the cold. The wintersprite darted into the cave, quickly becoming lost between ice and shades.

Aurora's face is one of wonder and awe as she wanders into the cavern. As she walks amongst the swirls of glittering color, it's almost like she is being hypnotized.. her mind and resistance crumbling. The magick in the cloth of her gown pulses more strongly, arousing and sensitizing her body to almost unbearable levels.

The ice priestess though is not unfamiliar with snow and ice though - and her steps are sure and stead as she walks barefoot across the slippery floor, as comfortable as if she were walking on dew-damp grass.

Her attention is caught up by the shadowy figure in the tunnel - and with a focused purpose, she strides forward.



Aurora barely even notices the pixies departing - and certainly the danger implied by Red's parting words are lost on the mesmerized priestess. Instead she continues to walk steadily and single-mindedly towards the shadowy figure.

The priestess moved towards the figure. Her shape, her body, tall and strong, yet imbued with an almost delicate grace, was clearly outlined inside the gently moving gossamer robes, an almost inconsequential cloud around her body. She moved with almost pre-natural sureness on the icy floor, feet finding the balance and the friction they needed so natural it seemed no thought was needed.

The figure stood out clearer as Aurora approached. It was not merely one. Others were behind it, partially shadowed. As the priestess approached, she would easily recognize them. They were statues of herself, not at all unlike her wooden images above, just made out of clear ice. They were all nude, and their expressions and posture speaking of lust and desire, faces seemed eternally trapped in moments of sexual rapture. The nearest one had one hand touching her face, and the other one between her legs. The one behind it, leaning forward, was lifting her bountiful breasts, like an offering.

As if sensing the approach of the priestess, several icicles, hanging down from the roof began to glow. The light illuminated the scene further. It seemed tiny figures, diminutive pixies were clinging to the statues, frozen to their frames.

A crash could be heard. Several giant icicles fell down from the roof, embedding themselves in the ground, effectively making a cage out of the entrance to the cave. Aurora was trapped, it seemed.