Aurora paces back and forth across her room, torn by conflicting thoughts.

It has been weeks since her encounter with the pixies in the woods - and she has not returned into the forest in all this time. Part of her longs to go back out to the woods that she used to wander in every day or two.. and it has been so long since she has returned to her shrine to make offerings to her Goddess. But another part of her fears encountering the pixies again.. and what they will do to her if they find her again. Just thinking about that long, relentless rape.. the climax after climax.. sends a tremor through her body - she tries to convince herself that it is FEAR.. but the moisture running down her legs makes it difficult to lie to herself. Some part of her WANTS to experience that insane, magickal pleasure again... and again... and agai...

Aurora slams her fist into her bed, trying to get her mind off such thoughts before she ends up masturbating for several hours again.

The Priestess though wins out over the fear - she owes Skadhi her offerings.. especially now that she has some real honey-drink to offer her Goddess. It may not be mead yet.. but the unfermented drink will still be a worthy sacrifice.

So with her head high, trying to express more confidence than she feels, she gathers up the plastic bottle of drink she intends to offer, and pulls her Priestess robe around her body and leaves the dorms, and heads down the path she knows to the shrine she had built to honor Skadhi.

The pixies were just rounding off another round of "pretty priestess", a new game they had invented. The rules were simple. One pixie would don an illusion and appear as Aurora, and the others would pounce on her. Right now, this day's "pretty priestess" was on all fours on the ground while her hair was being pulled back forcefully. One pixie was taking her hard in her rearmost gate, and another was making good use of her mouth. The game was reaching it's natural conclusion, with the appropriate cheers from the pixies watching the participants.

It had been fun, but the pixies felt that this new game was getting a bit stale. There was something missing. A small component they could not add themselves.
"I miss the snow lady", one small female said from her vantage point atop a branch. "I liked the magic she brought us."
"And she moaned so good!"
"Yeah, and when she released the storm.."

Aurora had made a deep impression on the pixies. Not only had she been a good lay, not only was she beautiful, but her magic mingled with their own in unpredictable ways, creating a new and potent mix. It was something the pixies would like to experience again. They would periodically make trips to her room, and spy on her from time to time, but it appeared she had no plans to return back to the forest. At least not until..

One of their scouts came darting into the clearing where the pixies currently dwelled. "She is not in her room!" it shouted.
"And not anywhere else she usually stays! I think she has gone into the woods!"

And with this the little fairies scattered, spreading out to find Aurora.

Aurora makes her way from campus, and along the paths of the woods.

She walks with a distracted nervousness though, jumping at every little sound in the woods - but at the same time not really watching the paths she is taking. Then again, she thinks, she doesn't really need to. She knows the path to her shrine - she's made the trip dozens of times... she could do it in her sleep. In fact, after some of her experiences on the island, she practically has! - albeit heading FROM the shrine on those occasions, rather than TO it.

After the third or fourth time that Aurora 'scares herself', jumping at some slight sound of the wind, or of a branch snapping she stops. "All right, Rora... that's enough.. get control of yourself! Calm down.. you've been out here plenty of times. Nothing has changed."

She closes her eyes and takes deep breaths, counting to ten, trying to calm the rapid pounding of her own heart.

Small wings flapped in the wind as the pixies spread outward, searching for their prey. It did not take long before one spotted a familiar figure, walking along a thin, almost undetectable path.

The lucky pixie could see that Aurora seemed nervous, almost jumping as some sound. But pixies are good at remaining hidden, and from a secret vantage point, it allowed itself time time to admire the priestess. Approving eyes watched the long, luxurious hair, trailed down the proud back, noticed her shapely rear and long legs.

The pixie giggled with delight, remebering how the priestess had been on the ground, her sweet body displayed before them, her face with an expression of extacy.

But the pixie knew it had to wait a little before seeing it again. Quickly it darted off, making small noises to attract its kin. Soon they were heading towards Aurora from all directions, silently preparing spells of illusion and missdirection.

Back to the grove. That was where they wanted her. Back to the grove.

Aurora is oblivious to the first of her watchers and after a few deep breaths, she continues on her way into the woods and to her shrine.. that is until she comes to a split in the trail, and she stops and stares at the paths in confusion.

"I don't remember a fork here." she says with a mix of confusion and concentration on her face. Ok.. so maybe this isn't the path she's usually taken - but this way is shorter. Besides.. her normal path would have put her right near that grove where... And the priestess whimpers as a wave of arousal washes over her body - and she flushes bright pink as she thinks of the constant reminder that is there now. It's a good thing that none of the girls on campus venture into the woods regularly like this. After all, surely someone would recognize the 'tree sculptures' that were left in the grove - eternal testament to the ecstasy that she felt at the hands of the pixies.

She doesn't dare go back there - she knows she would not be able to escape again.. she'd surely become their sexual plaything again.. and then she'd... she...

Aurora nearly cries, "Skadhi... help me... please.. I.. I feel like.. I'm slipping away." she sobs.. desperate now to reach her shrine, she takes the right path and begins to run, kicking her legs up as her robe floats around her. Not realizing that she just took a wrong turn into the woods.

Hidden pixies watched in delight as Aurora started running. She looked good, they all agreed. The way her movements caused her full bosom to heave, looking like her full chest was almost going to free itself from the fabric. Her silver hair trailing her in the wind, the movements of her long, yet powerful legs..

The pixies had not forgotten what a magnificent specimen of a human female she was, and were delighted to see her again.

Now that she was agitated and afraid, she was also easier to manipulate. The pixies worked fast, using their magic efficiently. Plants moved away, indication paths were none had been. Small illusions disguised things that might have clued her in otherwise.

If she kept running, she would soon head straight for the grove, along the easiest pathway. The pathway would pass between two large trees, each one carrying the wooden image of Aurora herself. The wooden statues were naked, eyes closed in ecstasy, hand caressing their own bodies. Each one had an open mouth, tongue extended slightly. Facing each other as two halves of an arch over the path, they were inches from meeting in a kiss.

In her headlong rush to reach her shrine, Aurora fails to notice the two statues that mark the entrance to the pixie grove.. and instead rushes right between them into the middle of the small grotto.

And she pulls up hard with a cold fear running down her back as she stares at the image in front of her - an image of herself in perfect detail.. her naked body curved in ecstasy, as a thick root invades her exposed pussy. The smooth, flawless wood seems to almost shimmer and glow with the pleasure of her orgasm.. and tiny crystals of amber glisten amongst the wooden skin, like drops of sweat or milk on its body.. while larger crystals are exposed on the statues legs, from where the root plunges into the elegantly carved body.

"No..no..oh goddess.. no... not again." she sobs as she frantically begins to spin around, gasping as she looks around at a half dozen wooden clones of herself, all in a state of wanton sexual pleasure.. and despite herself, her body begins to flush in response to the beautiful erotic sculptures of herself.. remembering the heights of ecstasy which she experienced here - and her body preparing itself for more. The priestess gives a soft whimper as she feels the warm flush of milk starting to drip from her nipples and run down the exposed globes of her breasts where her robe has fallen open.

The grove had changed. Previously it had been a treasure chamber, harbouring one of the pixies' hidden treasures, a beehive. Now it was something else, a monument to the joining of the pixies' magic with something else, Aurora's inner storm.

The unmoving, yet living statues, bulging with curves and with lustful faces made this little part of the forest a temple to sexuality. But now it was more than that. The pixies had someone here to bring it to life, Aurora herself!

And now, with her breasts uncovered, already glistening with her sweet milk, the pixies knew they had her back.

"Sweet priestess!"
"You are back!"
"Want more honey?"
"We missed you"
"We want to see you moan again!"

Aurora just shakes her head as she takes in the erotic energy of the grove. Something still seems to linger here.

Maybe it's just her mind playing tricks on her.. maybe not - but her body feels like cold fire is racing through it as she stares at the wanton imagery all around her. Electricity courses through her breasts.. an icy heat seems to be building and coiling inside the depths of her womb. Just being in this place seems to be arousing her mentally and physically to an intensity that is nearly painful.

She moans loudly at the pixies joyful questions and comments - their very words like intimate caresses.. as if she could feel their hands and lips all over her body with each syllable they utter. "Please... please.. I.. I'll go mad.." she sobs... "I can't..take.. any more." she gasps out as her back arches hard, offering her milk-laden breasts out to the pixies, as Aurora seems almost ready to climax before anything has even touched her.

A humming sound filled the air, as the pixies rose to the air from their various hiding places. They circled lazily in the air. There was an air of excitement in the air. They had wanted their priestess for so long, desired her ecstasy, her magic, her sexuality.

She was no ordinary plaything, to be sampled, toyed with, and then let to run as soon as someone more exciting could be found. No. She was a treasure. Someone to be savoured again and again. In an odd way, this was the closest to respect the pixies could feel to a mortal. She had managed to stir something inside them.

They wanted to just dive for her, take her, make them theirs mediately. Anticipation ran through them like electricity. Yet, they wanted to savour her as well.

"Oh, the Priestess comes to give us offerings!"
"Pretty priestess!"
"Show us your offerings!"
"Slowly.."
"Play with them.. oh play with them for us.. Show us.."

Hungry desire made their voices tremble.

"Lean up against the tree, little priestess! Display yourself! We want to see if your silk gate is as glistening and wet as your breasts!"

((OOC: I apologize again as I have been having really bad writer's block/RL distractions))

Aurora's eyes are wide with panic and tears run down her cheeks, freezing into beautiful ice crystals before falling to the ground as the pixies fly and dance and buzz all around her. She shakes her head desperately as the pixies call to her, compliment her, and urge her arousal upwards.

The arctic wind seems to fill the grove, but in a gentle rush -- the wind pulls at Aurora's robe, opening it further to bare her swollen breasts completely. Fingers of air seem to reach out to the pixies, teasing and caressing their bodies, while tugging at the thin fabric of their clothes as if trying to strip them naked like Aurora.

Crystals of ice and snow form over the waist of the priestess' robe, freezing solid the sash that binds her clothing, before causing it to shatter. Another gust of wind then tugs the robe out of her fingers, and flings it back, causing it to slide down her arms, leaving her entire body revealed to the pixies.. as it forces her to step back against the tree as Purple requests.

The young amazon loses what little control she had as her body is displayed for the amorous pixies.. large, firm breasts dripping with milk, a flat, taut stomach, leading down to her shaved pussy where the honey of her arousal is already dripping down both of her thighs. Fire coils around inside her womb even as icy winds seem to caress and ravish her aroused body until she can take no more, and with a moan of embarrassed lust, she slides a hand between her thighs to start stroking her sensitive clitoris.

(OOC: I understand, and I want you to know that there is no need to feel bad about it. Besides, the "sweet priestess" is worth waiting for )

"Ohhhh.."
"Mmmmmmmm"
"Ahh..yeahhhhh..."

The wind carried the sounds of pixie arousal. The wind was caressing them like arctic kisses, and the earth and the air was humming with the memories of magic. And Aurora, oh she was gorgeous. A pale, tall Amazon, displaying herself before them, helpless in the clutches of her own excitement.

The faces of the tiny pixies revealed their extacy. Several were perched on branches nearby, many of those who even wore clothes were already half out of them. They seemed to writhe, as though their tiny bodies contained to much lust to sit still. Taking their cue from Aurora, some of them were already playing with themselves. One had snatched up an ice tear as it fell to the ground, and was using it as an improvised dildo, same as the pixies had forced the priestess to use an icicle.

Purple landed on a branch not too far from the Nordic girl's head. Her purple hair was wild from the wind, and her tiny was close to sliding off. Her breasts was uncovered, as was her pussy, and it was almost as wet as Aurora.

"The grove remembers you!", Purple said, her eyes wild. "It remembers what we did to you. It wants you, and it is not us making it do that. The air, the trees and the ground wants to fuck you. We just need to let it start."

The little woman paused a little, a shiver of anticipation running through her. "Have you ever experienced that before, Priestess? That nature itself want to take you, ream you, rape you? Are you ready? Are you begging for it? It is going to be wild!"

Aurora's eyes pass back and forth across the pixies as she watches the grove arousing them.. watching the frail clothing slip from their bodies.. listening to their moans and whimpers of pleasure which echo her own. When she sees the pixie take one of her tears and pleasure herself with it, Aurora's body shudders and a long, drawn out groan of arousal escapes from her throat as she leans back against the tree, practically ready to fall down.

When Purple lands beside Aurora, she turns to stare at the little pixie - and her mouth goes dry as she watches the half-naked pixie, eying her tiny, but very wet slit. Aurora whimpers as her tongue darts out to quickly moisten lips that were suddenly dry, and her breath comes in short, sexy gasps.

The amazon moans as Purple tells her that it's the grove that wants her.. that it's not the pixies.. but some combination of their magic which has given life and power to the grove that is seducing all of them.



Aurora moans louder and louder with each word that Purple speaks, shaking her head violently as Purple asks if she's ever experienced that before.. her fingers flying faster and faster over her own clit. Pleasuring herself... arousing herself further... and further.. faster...faster... growing wetter.. and even more aroused.. until finally...

"Yes...YES....OH GODDESS YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screams as she orgasms violently.. her juices splashing out past her fingers to spray in a semi-circle across the grove. "YES! FUCK ME!! TALE ME!!! RAPE ME!! OH PLEASE, I BEG YOU!!!" she sobs as a second climax strikes without warning and knocks Aurora to her knees.
Her robe has fallen clear completely to her waist, barely hanging on her body as she rests against the tree behind her as she tries to recover from her climaxes.

What she doesn't notice is that she's actually leaning against one of the wooden Aurora 'carvings', such that her head is nestled between the swells of the statue's breasts, and one of her own breasts is pressed near the likeness' hand.

The pixies gasped and moaned as Aurora came. By some some sympathetic reaction several of them came at the same time, a chain reaction of delighted screams. Even Purple, normally in control, had to grip the branch she was sitting on harder, to avoid falling of as her climax rode her little body. Instead she was on all fours, thrusting her lower body up as if she had an invisible body. Her thighs, pussy and buttocks were wet with her juices.

But the orgiastic event had just started. The collective will of the pixies, and the demands of the magic embedded in this place needed more. In many ways it was like the days of old, when pixies, fairies, nymphs and their kin were both feared and revered as a link between humanity and the raw forces of nature. In those days, it would not be unnatural for someone brave or foolish enough to seek out the magic of the woods, to engage in rites of wild magic with the enchanted creatures of nature. Some would dissapear, some would just be used for fun and pleasure, and some would return with newfound wisdom.

"Do.. do you think, Priestess..", Purple gasped. "..that one of your ancestors once did the same? That one of your great grandmothers once was nude under the cold dance of the northern lights, wind playing with her hair. And that.. someone.. or something.. came with the winds, taking all she could give and more in the snow?"

"..I bet they found her in the snow, warm even in the winter, but glowing with the touch of power. Is it rape.. or a blessing? Is there even a difference?"

Her voice was strange, perhaps channelling memories older than herself. She snapped back, reached out and touched the living statue with her little hand.
The statue began to move. Slowly it moved, touching Aurora's head. It grabbed hold of her hair, and forced the Nordic Amazon's face toward one breast, so that a stiff nipple touched her lips. The other hand touched one swollen breast, end began kneading it.

A few of the pixies had recovered, and decided to brave the wind and not to let Aurora's juices be spilt in vain. Tiny tongues lapped at her inner thighs, sampling the juices that ran freely from her pussy.

Aurora gasps and moans as she closes her eyes at Purple's recitation.. her body shaking with arousal and pleasure at the images that come to her mind - and to the stories she had heard as a child.

Stories of how many generations ago one of her grandmothers was chosen by Skadhi just as she was.. of how the beautiful young woman walked up to the top of a snow-covered cliff and called to the Goddess of Winter - and was answered. Of how the wind howled and caught the young woman, lifting her into the air. The ice and wind pulling at her clothes, cutting them precisely and ripping them from her nubile body, until she was left floating nude in the middle of a howling blizzard.

At Aurora's thoughts, the Storm recalls the memory in question, and begins to fill Aurora's mind with images of what happened that night centuries ago - and more than that, the dark shadows in the storm carry the vision outwards.. carrying the memory to all of the pixies in the grove so they too can see and remember what happened.

The wind played with her ancestor's body - a body that is so similar to Aurora's. A little less muscled, a little more petite, but the resemblance is unmistakable. If seen together, one would undoubtedly think the two women were sisters. The Storm circled around the girl -- stroking and teasing and cupping her body as it carried her in the wind. The wind howled and lifted her legs wide, holding the young woman open as the wind began to gust in and out of her pussy, air-raping her until her cries of pleasure joined the howling storm.

Aurora wails as she sees the young woman cumming again and again as the Storm rapes her to orgasm after orgasm. Even as Aurora watches, the sun moves across the sky as hours pass and still the young woman is raped relentlessly until as night falls, the young woman is released and dropped into the snow - completely exhausted from her experience, but now bearing the same snow-flake mark that Aurora does. Only this woman's mark is placed around her left nipple, instead of over her eye.

Aurora screams in pleasure at the vision that she is granted, her entire body flushing with arousal causing her breasts to swell with milk, and her juices flowing out into a puddle on the ground under her. Her cry though is soon muffled as she is turned to the wooden statue's breast, and the nipple is presented to her lips. Instinctively she suckles at the crown presented to her, moaning around the mound that is somehow soft and smooth and warm - firmer than flesh, but not feeling like wood at all.

The kneading on her breast draws louder moans from Aurora's stuffed mouth as her milk begins to spray over the wood-flesh hand, and soak the pixies that are gathering around her thighs. As the pixies lap at her juices though, the flow of her honey increases in response, splashing and covering the pixies in her nectar.