While the young priestess was distracted by the flower, a magically altered root had started to move. Growing and changing, it had emerged from the ground behind the silver-haired beauty. It was whiteish, no thicker than a thumb, and sprouted several smaller tentacles.

"I think you look wonderful! Such a beautiful maiden.." Purple smiled.
"Don't you all agree?", she added to the other pixies, who all nodded and laughed.

At this point, the white tentacle made a circle in the air around Aurora at the height of her knees, and grabbed at her wet skirt, giving it a light yank.

"Ohhh, it appears we get to see more of your prettyness!"

Aurora gasps and squeals as the root wraps around and pulls her skirt down. The wet fabric makes a slight ripping sound as it slides over her hips before falling around her ankles, baring the priestess completely from the waist down.

"HEY!! That's not funny!!" she screams in protest as she bends over to try and pull the skirt free from the root entangling it. "Give that back!" she says as she tugs at the skirt - and making no effort at all to try and cover herself.

In fact, as she bends over to try and fight for her skirt, she gives all of the pixies a lovely view of the damp, pink folds of her pussy, and they can see the swollen nub of her clitoris which pokes out from the top.

Looking at her from the other direction, gravity now helps the shirt as well, and it falls loose from her body so that the pixies can see down her top to her large naked breasts, and the very prominent crowns of her nipples as she keeps trying to tug her skirt free.

The pixies giggled and laughed. They thought it funny, obviously.

Meanwhile, Another root tentacle, similar to the other, but larger, burst forth from the soil next to Aurora. It swayed back and forth, its movements were similar to that of a cobra waiting to strike.

The first tentacle lunged, trying to grab at Aurora's shirt, the minor tentacles growing out from the main stem acting as tiny, dexterous fingers.

"You see..", Purple explains, still wearing Auroras appearance, but now nearly nude, only covered by miniature pixies clinging to her body. "Back in the old days, the mortals used to bring the fay the crop of their youth, fine maidens and and youngsters to play with. Some would be taken away, and some would please us, and be given great gifts. Then the mortals gave their trust to kings, churches and laws and forgot about us. But we do it the old way. If you want our honey, you must play with us."

Aurora gasps and steps back from the second tentacle.. watching it nervously. The distraction was enough to allow the first tentacle to now grab at the priestess' shirt. As Aurora screams and recoils, the wet fabric gives way under the pull of the root - ripping free from Aurora's body to leave her completely naked before the pixies.



"What does playing with you have to do with stripping me naked in the middle of the woods??" she asks Purple - trying to sound indignant, but too nervous to be convincing.

She's actually pretty sure she knows EXACTLY what playing with the pixies has to do with her being naked - she's just clinging to that fragile hope that she's wrong, and just being paranoid.

The pixies shouted with delight as Aurora's shirt slid off, exposing more of her delicate pale flesh untill her big, bounteous breast were released. The pixies liked what they saw. Strenght and femininity combined, framed by that rare, luxurious platinum hair.

"Oh, it is the best game! It is the one were we make sport of mortals!", Purple said, a lewd expression on her face.

As if on command, the larger tentacle lunged for Aurora, trying to wrap itself around her torso. The other tentacle grabbed at her foot.

"Weee! Make her struggle! I want watch her cute butt when she runs and kicks!"

Aurora stands with her back straight, and puts her hands on her hips and glares at Purple. "That's not very nice, nor is it very funny!" she says in a reprimanding voice. Of course, her attempt at gaining some authority probably doesn't work - because the pose she takes only causes her back to arch so that it thrusts her large breasts out towards the pixies.. the nipples already dark rose and stiff from the chill of her storm in the air.



Aurora gasps as the tentacle wraps around her torso - she tries to dodge aside. The athletic priestess might have even managed it, if the second root hadn't caught her foot and tripped her, taking the priestess to the ground.

As if on Green's command, Aurora twists and kicks, trying to get free of the roots that are entrapping her. "Let me go! This isn't funny!! Now stop it and give me back my clothes!!" she yells as she tries to crawl away, kicking and pushing at the tentacles in an attempt to get free.

The tentacles pulled and yanked at Aurora as she struggled to escape. With her squirming and being hoisted around, there were plenty of opportunity for the pixies to watch her muscular legs and buttocks, the way her elegant back swayed slightly as she tried to wiggle herself, and last, but not least, how her heavy breast moved in a most enticing way as she fought.

A few braver pixies dared to fly closer to the fighting woman. She could feel small hands slide over her skin.
"Woha!", one exclaimed. "This is a powerful one! She tingles with magic! I wonder what will happen if we really get her riled up!""

Aurora shrieks in frustration as the tentacles keep pulling and yanking her back when she tries to escape, almost as if they were taunting her -- letting her think she's about to escape, before they grab her again.

Her eyes blaze with her fury, "Stop this right now!! Let go of me!!" she shrieks as she keeps struggling.. putting on quite a show of feminine beauty and power for the delighted little pixies. Her legs flex and kick.. her buttocks tightening and shifting with her muscles.. and her large breasts bouncing freely.

When some of the pixies start to help the roots, and caress the priestess' skin, her shrieks become even more enraged, and she tries to flail with her arms at the tiny flying assailants -- but of course she's too slow to catch the pixies, especially with the roots tangling her arms up, and her hair getting in the way.

The pixies don't have long to wonder what will happen - as the storm in the grove starts to pick up again.. the wind gusting powerfully - enough to cause the pixies some difficulty in flight, but not enough to stop or over power them. The temperature drops another few degrees.

Aurora's voice suddenly seems to boom out as if carried by the wind itself. "I SAID LET GO OF ME!!" as she reaches out to grab the root that is holding her waist, and she tries to freeze and shatter the vegetable tentacle.

"WEEEEEEEEEEE!", the storm did not seem to subtract from the pixies' fun, even if several of them seemed to be nearly blown away. Some og them clung to nearby branches and vegetation. One even grabbed hold of her hair.

Aurora's use of cold to freeze the tentacle worked remarkably well. The cold spread out, turning the tentacle stiff. As the liquid inside it turned to ice, cracks began appearing, even as it tried to coil itself around her. With a creaking sound it snapped, just as it had managed to wrap itself around her torso.

Only one root remained, she smaller and weaker one.

Aurora gasps in pain as the pixies grab onto her hair to fight the storm.. her eyes blaze with the fury of the blizzard that burns with a freezing cold inside her.

As the larger tendril freezes and shatters, the priestess gasps and lunges forward, trying to pull her legs free of the other root that encircles her ankles. She falls to the ground though, still caught by the root and lets out a soft sob.

The fury of the storm starts to die down, as the brief outburst and the attack on the one tendril has left Aurora nearly exhausted. The wind still howls around as snow continues to fall - but the fury of shredding ice and slicing wind has evaporated just as the amazon's strength has.

"Please... just let me go... I'm sorry.. I wanted your honey. Just.. please... stop." she pleads.

It was good that the wind and the cold was abating, because it was something the pixies was unused to, and had she kept it up a little longer, the little pests would have been in trouble.

Indeed, a few of the brighter ones had realized the danger, and was now in the process of making ferns magically sprout in order to provide some cover.

"Oh, don't worry about the honey! We will give you honey.. if you are nice!", Purple grinned while beating her wings rapidly to prevent being blown away. "We might even let you leave with it! But first.. we need you to do something for us.."

Aurora looks up at Purple, her face streaked with the tears as she still keeps kicking at the root that holds onto her ankle.

"What.. do you need.. me to do?" she asks with a mix of fear and desperate hope as she looks at the pixies - begging silently for them to let her go.

"Let' see.. What can you do for us?", Purple said. She was slowly letting herself glide down towards the prone body.
"I know! I want you to make an icicle!"

"One about this thick!", a pink, female one added, holding out her arms, indicating an icicle so large Aurora would just be able to encircle it with her fingers.
"Better make that two icicles!", Green added. He was quite cold, and landed on Aurora's body in order to gain some of her warmth.

Aurora just stares at the pixies in confusion - she's already weak from fighting against the roots, and in such panic that she really is not thinking about what the pixies are asking for - or why they could possibly want a pair of icicles like that.

All she is thinking about is doing anything they want in order to escape while she can.

The priestess closes her eyes and concentrates on summoning the ice.. letting it build in her hands. Her temperature drops another few degrees, but still it leaves her warmer than the surrounding grove, where the wind still blows steadily if not violently.

She builds the icicles one layer at a time.. letting them grow.. lengthening and thickening as the pixies had requested until she holds the two massive staffs in her hands. She can barely encircle the bases with her hands, and the resulting icicles are nearly the length of her arm from elbow to finger tip.

With a sigh of exhaustion, she lowers the icicles to the ground. "There.. I've.. done what you've asked.. now.. please... let me go?" she pleads.

The ferns had grown large enough to provide some shelter, but the wind was still quite strong. Several tentacle plants, like the ones used earlier, but still smaller, were also sprouting from the ground.

The pixies made little sounds of delight as Aurora wrought her magic. This was part of the attraction they felt towards her. Pixies do feed a little on mystical energies, and Aurora seemed to be very gifted in that respect, even her stunning appearance was enough reason for them.

"Good woman!", Purple said approvingly. "But we can't let you go now, can we? We shall give you honey and spices, but first we shall play. You will leave when we are finished, pretty one!"
Her smile was evil, and it was clear the pixies had some naughty ideas.

"I bet the ice will melt against your skin", Pink said, she was right next to her ear.
"Will your nipples grow harder with the cold ice against them?", Green asked, poking one breast with a finger.

"Why don't you show us, pretty one? Rub the ice against your lovely breasts. Make them wet and glistening with the water!"