"Oh yes.. we see it! We see it!"

The pixies yelled out in delight and excitement. It was a flash back to the past, when the Earth was wilder, less tamed, and humanity was not the only dominant force on the planet. It had been a better time, a time before the humans had paved over and emptied all the sacred grooved and magic forests.

But in the here and now, things were happening too. Just as Aurora had observed, the statue was not quite as wood. It was getting limber, softer. Part of this was pixie magic making wood move. But another part was how it had been made, magic that seemed to mix a bit of the essence of Aurora with her surroundings.

The wooden statue did not speak, but it did respond. It allowed Aurora to suckle it's nipple a little more. Mirroring Aurora's own ability to lactate, it started to ooze a slick, milky liquid, tasting of herbs. At first it came as a small tickle, then in a few bigger squirts.
Another of the statues were coming to life too. It dropped to the ground, and started walking towards Aurora, slowly and silently. Coming up behind her, it placed one hand on the pale amazon's rear, fondled her firm buttock a little, then slipped two stiff fingers into her wet cunt.

Aurora groans around the tree-Aurora's nipple at Purple's excited cry - and then her body shudders as she tastes the sweet syrup that squirts into her mouth. It tastes kind of like the honey-drink she made with the contents of the grove before - but it is thicker, richer, sweeter from the sap-syrup of the tree, and it has a slightly spicier taste - tasting of magic and sex - that seems to send tingles all through the priestess' already aroused body, making it even more sensitive.

The amazon moans as her body surrenders to the magic life of the grove. She squirms in place as she is held by the one tree-self, and nearly jumps as the second tree-self moves up behind her, fondling her ass before pressing its body up against Aurora's and slipping two fingers into the pale beauty's already soaked pussy.

Aurora squeals loudly and wraps her arms tightly around the tree-self she is feeding from, and suckles harder and faster at the squirting nipple in her mouth as the twin digits plunging in and out of her cunt draw a devastating climax from the priestess, making her gush a huge stream all over the pixies that are gathered between her legs.

To make the climax even more devastating to the young priestess - her vision goes black as another memory plays in the minds of all gathered in the grove.

Aurora's ancestor appears again. She is slightly older now, maybe in her early 20's, and if anything, her beauty has become even more stunning. Rich pale hair falls in a cloak around her, all the way to her ankles.. her breasts are larger now, maybe a cup or so larger than Aurora's own.. her body has grown leaner, more toned.

All of this is obvious, because the priestess is completely naked as she walks along a snowy path and into a dark cave. She walks to the edges of the cave and lights a pair of torches on each wall from the one she carried. At the rear of the cave is a large stone altar - easily 8 feet in length and 3 feet in width.

Skyclad, the priestess approaches the altar, and begins to murmur. The torches in the cave begin to flutter, and they look like they cold go out from the wind that suddenly fills the cave. The priestess shows no fear though - in fact, if one were to judge her mood from her body - the swollen nipples, and moistened thighs would suggest excitement - not fear.

As if to confirm that opinion, the priestess climbs onto the altar, and lays back, spreading her legs over the sides of the altar. With a howl, the wind roars through the cavern and lifts Aurora's ancestor up as it begins to fuck her again, all the time the priestess calls to her goddess and offers her body to her spirit as she begins cumming one time after another, as her juices splash over the stone altar and seem to soak into the stone like a holy offering.

Aurora screams in pleasure as the realization is driven into her mind that her ancestor was not just taken by the Storm - but was in fact the Storm's "lover" many times - all through her ancestor's life. That the Storm knew every intimate detail of her body.. knew what would make her writhe in pleasure.. or moan out in pleading tones.. to what would bring on the most gentle, lingering climax that would go on and on .. to what could rip out orgasm after orgasm from her body until she lay exhausted.

And that it can do, and wants to do, the same to Aurora if she would let it. That it could turn the entire grove into her lover - one that could do incredible things to her body.

Tiny voices mirrored the extacsy of Aurora and her ancestor. The wind grew more intense, and a gust swept up several of them, and carried them through the air. As the wind carried them, it did something else as well. It filled them, caressed them with unseen hands. They two were being taken by the wind. Soon they were circling Aurora like a multicoloured orgy, writhing bodies and gasping mouths, the little fairies and the elements entwined in orgiastic rites.

Purple was still hanging on. Her voice was raw with desire. "Take her.. take her!" It was hard too tell if it was a command or a plea, or just a statement of lust.

The wooden statue in front of the priestess grabbed hold of the long white hair, and held up her large, ripe breast with her other hand. She pulled back a little, and used her nipple to smear the rich liquid she was gushing forth over her face. Both nipples were producing great amounts of the stuff. Roughly, the wooden copy pulled the pale Amazon's head up, and placed her own lips on the mouth of the human. Its lips were firm, but not as hard as one would expect wood to be. It tasted like the smell of a rain soaked forest.

The other double slid one hand down between Aurora's long, muscular leg. With more than human strength, she lifted it up, let her hand slide from the thigh and grabbed hold of an ankle, forcing Aurora to stand on one leg and rely on the statues for support. It's other hand trust into her wet sex, wooden fingers working their way in and out with increasing speed.

Aurora screams through a series of powerful climaxes as she watches the orgy going on in mid air right in front of her eyes. The visions of the Storm's memories.. the sight of the Wind taking and pleasuring the fairies all around her.. the sensations of the Forest using her body.

All of it finally breaks the young priestess' will. Purple's pleas are the last straw for the pale amazon as all her inhibitions snap at once. "Yes!! YES!! TAKE ME!! TAKE US ALL!!!" she screams at the top of her lungs, offering herself up entirely to the magic of the Storm and the Forest.

With an almost wild animalistic need, Aurora grabs at the head of the statue in front of her and kisses it brutally, moaning against its mouth as she lets her tongue plunge between the statue's lips to taste of the sweet sap inside the tree.

As the second statue forces Aurora onto one leg, and begins to pump her pulsing pussy with its fingers, the girl squeals into the mouth of the first statue as one orgasm after another rips through her body - only the strength of the wooden creatures keeps Aurora on her feet as her honey sprays out in great gushes around the pumping digits even as the statue works tirelessly on the amazon's body.

The Wind ROARS to life through the grove at Aurora's surrender.. grabbing at her body, and lifting her until she is not even touching the ground - held in place by the strength of the Aurora-Tree's and the Storm! The Wind begins to fuck some of the Fairies.. letting Aurora watch as their tiny bodies are filled with the Storm.

Purple is finally lifted free, and carried by the Storm to Aurora's breast, where the tiny pixie is pressed against the priestess' breast, so that the little figure is impaled on the swollen crown of Aurora's nipple.

And all through the grove.. Magick goes wild. The power of the Storm.. of the Pixies.. and now the Grove itself - all of these forces begin to combine in a magical-sexual threesome! A combining of powers that will undoubtedly change all caught within its grasp in ways that can not be foreseen.

Wild magic ripped through the bodies of the pixies, turning them into conduits for the raw forces at play. Their voices rose into a screaming chorus as every one of them shouted out their extacy, orgasm tearing through their little bodies. Glittering pixie dust mingled with the wing, creating ribbons of light like Aurora Borealis.

Purple seemed the further gone now. Her tiny hands were fastened on Aurora's stiff nipple. Her tiny pussy was stretched wide with the bud inside her, and Purple was riding it like a cock. "AHHHH- ahhhhhh! F-f-fuuuuck me! Fuck! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
The tiny woman was trembling as she climaxed, her little cunt clenching don on the nipple.

One wooden statue, the one in front roughly pushed Aurora's head down. The other one was still holding her legs up and pumping her gushing sex with her fingers, and Aurora would surely have fallen over if not another pair of firm hands grabbed hold of her. Another statue, similar to the others, had come to life and was now both supporting the priestess and groping her breasts.
The statue appeared to be quite strong, and could have held the Amazonian beauty with one hand with ease.

Aurora's face was now close to the firsts statues wooden sex. The wooden clit was oozing fluid. It also seemed to be swelling, growing larger.

Aurora's eyes start to glaze over at the amount of pleasure being inflicted on her helpless body. Her head rolls limply from side to side as the statues have their way with her body. The priestess is reduced to mindless moans as her gushing pussy continues to be fingered.. and as rough, strong hands grab and knead her swollen breasts.

That is until her head is shoved down to the wooden pussy glistening in front of her. Groaning softly, the amazon is forced forward until her mouth fastens on the oozing sex. Her lips part so that her tongue can lap up at the sweet musky sap that is oozing from the tree-statue, before moving upwards to twirl and flick at the swollen 'clitoris' in front of her.

The magick and the Storm continue to ravish the Grove though, just as the Grove ravishes Aurora. Pixies are carried and pleasured and fucked by the Storm.. wind.. clouds.. ice.. different elements finding different victims amongst the pixies, but pleasuring all of them. Purple though gets the worst - or best - of it. The Storm helps lift the climaxing pixie up and down Aurora's swollen nipple. As the Grove statue gropes the priestess' breasts, milk spurts up into Purple's pussy like a cock - but one that just keeps cumming and cumming inside the tiny woman. The wind circles and gropes Purple's own breasts, sucking at them like powerful mouths.. as a ray of pure wild magick flicks at Purple's anus, teasing her with the promise of greater pleasure.

No one and nothing in the Grove is going to be able to remain unchanged by the wild mix of powers that are unleashed in this whirlwind of magick and sex.

The clit at Aurora's mouth kept swelling. Or rather, something beneath it did, Pushing it outwards, creating the illusion of it growing. The lit beneath it, at first a smooth wooden replica of a female sex, now a bit more flexible, oozed and dripped heady liquid. Its lips slowly parted, and something merged from within, slowly, slowly, a hard, wooden cock emerged. It was freshly grown, an instrument of sex and violation grown especially for the priestess.

The statue behind Aurora pushed itself up against her thigh, rubbing it's sex p against it. Something was growning inside her too. The third, sthe latecomer, ahad one arm wrapped around the priestess, holding her up. The last hand left the large, bulging breast, and craessed her shapely buttocks. Then her fingers, slick with Aurora's own milk, slipped into her asshole, and soon she was being fucked vigourously.

With the chaos of wind, magic and sex, it was easy to overlook a single, solitary pixie, but someone watching Purple would have been shocked to see the change in her. She was riding the nipple, her vaginal muscles clenching down on it with each squirt of milk. Purple's cunt was flowing over, white liquid spilling out and splashing all over her. She was screaming like a little banshee. More, she was glowing. It seemed the little creature was absorbing too much energy. In deed, she was not purple anymore, her colour growing paler like a flame turning white.

Aurora's glazed eyes still grow wide as she feels the growing wooden shaft pushing at her lips, forcing her to open her mouth as the slick, smooth wood slides between her lips, pushing at the back of her throat. The priestess moans, even as she tries not to gag as the tree-Aurora begins to thrust its shaft at the amazon.

Aurora gives a muffled shriek around the cock in her mouth, as she feels the second shaft grow and slide into her pussy, while the third statue begins to finger her ass. Aurora jerks and spasms in the grasp of the forest statues as her legs give out from under her from the vigorous rape and the multiple orgasms that the priestess is experiencing.

The Storm and Grove though are not done with either the amazon, nor with the pixies that are trapped here as well.

As Purple continues to ride Aurora's nipple, the priestess' milk flows continuously into the little pixie, overflowing and spilling out over Aurora's chest. Even as the magick begins to change Purple.. Storm and Nature and Sex Magick all combining within the pixie - the Storm reaches out and grabs two other pixies.

The first is carried by the wind over towards Purple .. letting the new 'victim' see what is in store for her, before she is impaled just like Purple on Aurora's other nipple. The third pixie is then carried down the amazon's body - giving it a clear view of the wooden shaft that is driving Aurora out of her mind, and of the large, throbbing pearl of the priestess' clitoris. This pixie is then positioned over the sensitive nub, and the Storm begins to fuck the pixie onto Aurora's clit.

Aurora begins to glow and shine with the intensity of the magick that is surrounding her - as everything just seems to feed the maelstorm that is encompassing the grove. The priestess helplessly being fucked by three Statues, while her body is used to simultaneously 'rape' three of the Pixies as well. The metamorphosis that Purple is experiencing starts to change the new pixies as well - but Purple still seems to experience the greatest focus and concentration of the power - turning her into the Queen of whatever they are becoming.

Purple screamed, a high pitched wordless howl of esctacy and desire. She was bucking her hips, riding the hard nipple, while jet after yet of white milk flooded her insides, squirted out of the tiny pussy and splashed against pale skin.

The two other pixies yelled out as the wind grabbed them, but soon they joined Purple in her vocal delight. Two pussies were now clamping down in the squirting buds. Droplets of spilt milk were taken into the air, and swirled around, circling the scene. Mixed with pixie dust and flower petals, it was like a Jupiter ring was forming.

The three statues were still holding Aurora, but had now turned her so that she was mainly face up. The one fucking her pussy was picking up the pace, reaming her tight cunt, ramming her wood into her so hard, small drops of liquid splattered Auroras tight. Her large breasts, copies of Aurora's giant hills of femininity, were slick with fluid running from her nipples, occasionally dripping down on the nubile body she was raping.
The one at the front used her grip on Aurora's hair to bend her head back. She did not trust much herself, but relied upon the force of the other to drive Aurora's delicious mouth down on her member. The member was trembling slightly, like something was building up deep, deep inside.

Aurora at this point has surrendered entirely to the wild magick that has taken over the grove -- dark sex magick, god-touched storm magick, earth magick of the pixies - so different from each other, but here, now, combining in such a way as to make something new.. something entirely different, and perhaps even more powerful than the sum of the parts.

The priestess's are strained open - staring into space above her - seeing nothing - or at least nothing of the physical world which her body inhabits. The priestess is a slave now to the magick.. a living toy for it to use however it sees fit. And use her it does! She offers no resistance as the Statues flip her over.. her body greedily accepting the wooden cock that pounds into her pussy.. plunging as deep as it can go on each thrust.. the tip pushing against the gate of her womb each time. And with each thrust, she is forced further onto the cock at her mouth. The statue raping her draws her back a little each time.. but not completely - so that with each thrust of her cock, Aurora is forced to swallow more of the shaft in front of her - until at last, it slips down the back of her throat, and she takes the cock completely.

Her body convulses in a wild orgasm as she is impaled so fully at both ends.. fingers of the third statue still stroking her ass, pressing against the wooden shaft in her pussy, increasing the sensations within her body even further.

And the three pixies continue to be forcibly raped on Aurora's nipples and clitoris - pleasuring the amazon, and the pixies equally. Milk.. sap.. honey.. pixie dust... snow.. ice.. magick. The combined elements spray over all of them like a misty cloud.. rings of the stuff circling around them.. tentacles of their essences starting to reach out and grope the participants as if to force the metamorphosis to greater intensity.

From the cloud, tendrils of ice and snow glittering with pixie dust and sap grow forth and begin to grope the three Tree-Aurora's.. coiling around their breasts.. sending thick hard ice-dildos into each of their pussies. Other smaller tendrils reach down to the trio of pixies, positioning themselves before their delicate mouths - flicking at them gently - and letting them get just a taste of the honey, milk and sex magick to encourage the creatures to accept them willingly.

With all the magic in the air, different, but all of it focused on sexuality, the air was throbbing, and the whole scene had the quality of an ecstatic sexual dream. It was like time and space did not truly exist. Ecstasy had become ex stasis, to be outside oneself, outside of the normal. If a normal human, even one without a shred of psychic sensitivity, had approached, she would have been immediately incapacitated by the waves of sexual power.

The three pixies greedily accepted the tentacles, sucking them, licking them, teasing them with their hands. Little eyes were closed, tiny bodies twisting with rapture. As the magic intensified, the creatures had been glowing more strongly. Now it seemed they had changed somehow, became little living sculptures of light, pulsing with white pleasure and red desire.

The three statues were adorned with living tendrils caressing them like lovers, coiling them, caressing nipples, burring themselves between heavy breasts. Some of the tendril entered them, causing the statues to display human like expressions of rapture and pleasure. Their wooden bodies were now shining with reflected light, making it hard to tell if they were wood, flesh or metal.
That they were themselves being taken by the tendril did in no way stop them. Even with tentacles snaking themselves around them, stroking her breasts, slithering along their curves and entering their orifices, they were focused on Aurora.

The one at her mouth expelled her load of juice, semen made of magic and juice just as her cock was lodged deep inside Aurora, filling her throat. That a tentacle had just entered her ass just seemed to spur her on. She trust hard, depositing her load once, twice, thrice, before pulling out, still shooting great jets across Aurora's face, chest and bosom.

The third statue moved in closer, replacing her fingers with her own, stiff she-cock,the other still pounding her pussy.

Aurora has been reduced to little more than a sex toy in the grip of the potent magick that is working on everything in the grove -- the priestess caught in a kind of mystical-sexual feedback loop. Each time she climaxes, it just makes the magick stronger.. which makes her climax again.. which makes it stronger.. which makes her climax again... and again.

The energy in the grove keeps spiralling higher and higher - far stronger than the sum of the magicks combined.

The coils of sexual magick continue to feed the pixies, continuing their metamorphosis. Other tendrils molest the Aurora-trees.. sliding into their mouths, pussies and asses, while coiling around and squeezing their breasts. The magick draws the Aurora-trees even tighter around the priestess, encouraging them as the last statue withdraws its fingers only to start fucking the amazon's ass with its wooden clit-cock.

Aurora gives a piercing wail as the trees double fuck her.. a cry of pleasure that is carried on the storm winds that fill the grove, and carry well beyond the small clearing. The priestess loses all sense of time.. of space.. of reality - caught in a level of pleasure that rips all conscious thought form her only to drive pleasure home into her. Aurora's final thought is that she's going to die if this keeps up - just as her mind shuts down entirely, even as her body continues to thrust back eagerly against the statues, her arousal so high that her body keeps fucking back even after she passes out.

The last thing Aurora could hear before passing out was a deep, deep rumble, followed by a tremble. Something was moving, deep down beneath the earth.
Down in the ground, earth moved and stones shifted. The pixies did not know this, not did Aurora, but a cave was being formed. Room was being made for something.. or someone.
As Aurora passed out, the wooden statues gradually slowwed down. It was a slow process, but gradually, the trhusting and the fucking slowed down. The furious reaming became slower strokes. Soon, they mere just moving their cocks as they were embedded inside her, carefully caressing curves with wooden hands. She cocks ejaculated for a last time, then withdrew inside their bodies. In the end they ceased moving all together, once more becoming wooden effigies of the priestess they had raped within an inch of her life. Still they still had the nubile, pale body between them, cradled in their arms, so the cum soaked priestess did not fall to the ground. A tentacle like tendril moved, embedding itself between Aurora's lips. It seeped a milky liquid, nourishment that would help her body recover faster.

As the fucking slowed down, so did the storm. The magic was still there, but it was less riotous. It seemed to settle down, to seep into the ground, down into the womb-like cave beneath the ground.

The pixies were scattered on the ground. Most were unconscious, knocked out by multiple orgasm and wild magic. Amongst them, a few were noticeably different. A few paler, almost luminescent bodies were amongst them. They were visibly pixies, but strange among their kin. They were glowing with a blue-white cold aura.
One of them sat up. It looked around, confused.

"Where are we?"

Its voice was like a silver bell, and had the special quality sound has on a crisp, cold winter day.

"It is all so strange here"

The priestess makes soft little whimpering moans even after her brain has shut down completely - reacting instinctively to the slower, gentler movements of the tree-beings. Her eyes have rolled back into her head, so only the whites show, as she hangs there limply, tangled in the branches of the wooden Auroras - who seem to be even more erotically charged and posed than they had been before, truly showing the priestess grasped in the heights of lust and ecstasy.

As the thin tendril slides into her mouth, her lips close automatically and she sucks at the tendril - her body desperately greedy and thirsty for the sustenance offered after her body had been pushed almost TOO far for her survival. As if sensing her needs, the winds turn into cool gentle breezes, caressing and flowing over and around the priestess - letting her take back some of her strength from them as well, fueling the Storm inside her that had almost blown itself out.

After feeding on the tentacle milk and wind for several minutes, Aurora's eyes start to flutter. "Uh...wha...ohh..." she groans as she tries to move, feeling every muscle in her body protest - yet still feeling the little aftershocks of pleasure in her body. She has to blink a few times before her eyes finally focus - but even then she closes her eyes, shakes her head, and opens them again - something akin to fear coming over her expression.

Thanks to the Storm, she has always been able to 'see' the air patterns around her.. see the wind, and storms.. feel them as a part of her. But now everything is different!

Several of the pixies seem to glow with swirls of Storm inside of them! She can feel them like echoes of her own Storm! An assumption that seems to be reinforced when she can see little blue and silver lines of Storm magick connecting them all. But the sensation seems dulled - dimmer than usual, like looking through a haze.

But that's not all - she looks around the grove - and everything seems to be glowing! The trees holding her have a green and gold power running through them like veins.. matching the colors that she can now see inside the other pixies!

She looks around.. her voice quaking with sudden fear. "What have you done to me?!!" she cries out, as she begins thrashing, trying to get out of the tangle of branches holding her - but her panic only causing her to thrash around and accomplish very little in terms of freeing herself even though nothing is actively restricting her.

While Aurora was panicking because of her new perception, the pixies seemed to have some of the same struggles, at least the ones who were concious.

Several had gathered around the new, shinier pixies. Were they old pixies somehow transformed? In the chaos, it was difficult to see who was there and who weren't.
Were they somehow brought here, created from the storm Aurora had carried inside her. The pixies did not know. A few ventured closer, one reaching out and touching one of the newcomers, finding it cool to the touch.

The silvery pixies seemed equally confused. They did not quite understand the power that had changed them. To a pixie, mystic forces are a way to understand the world around them. These had a new set of powers, and hence viewed the world in an entirely new way.
They looked pretty lost.

"Winter.. were is the winter? This place.. it is too warm for us.."

One of them reached down and touched the ground. "Maybe.. down here.. winter is resting. We need to find a way.. to hide from all the summer.."

And with this, the wintersprites shot into the air, buzzing around as if unsure which direction they should take.