Esta tiptoes through the tulips.

After leaving the other three behind Esta had been wandering through the fields of flowers, bathing in the scents and the warmth of the sun, her silk wraps twisting in the wind, fluttering about her as she danced across the garden. Her nimble feet avoided crushing anything beautiful and the sweeps of her fans whipped up cool winds that rustled through the trees.

She heard a distant scream, but assumed it was Aelia again, subject to another of the Gonti's wicked ideas. She continued her dance, producing breezes and gusts before she finished her dance with a flourish and pose. She found herself stood before a shrine, plants woven through wooden frames wreathed an altar. Upon the altar sat a golden shape. She swayed closer, investigating the glimmer of treasure. She dropped to her knees before the altar, examining the golden bulb with a sapphire jewel protruding from the stone. Her hands caressed the jewel, finding it cold to the touch, and thrumming with power.

She smiled, gripping the bulb and pulling it free from the stone. The altar warped, pulling upwards with the bulb, before slipping free with an uncharacteristic pop. In her hand Esta held a large plug, more sapphires, cut into snowflake shapes adorned the business end, in rows along the four inch long plug that flared out to nearly three inches wide before narrowing and flaring into the bulb that held the gem. It was slick with an oily substance and glowed with power. Barely restraining herself, the mage pulled the hem of her raiment to the side, and stood, turning her back to the altar.

She held the toy down against the stone, the long plug sticking up, and lowered her ass to meet it. The lubricant helped but she grunted a little, wiggling her ass on the plug, gasping out as it spread her hole around the tip, she feels each jewel slide past as she lower herself down on the plug. Pausing at the widest point she pants out a few breaths before dropping herself with purpose. The widest point of the plug slid inside her, the base pressed snugly against her ass, and she squealed, feeling the chill toy find its home. The surge of magical power had one hand dive between her legs, rubbing her pussy beneath the silk cover. Her other hand remained behind her, pushing and pulling at the plug driving herself mad with pleasure. She lay back on the altar and fucked herself with two fingers while bouncing the plug on the stone. Eventually she came, with a howling burst of wind and a burst of light her raiment transformed.

The rear half of the silk ensemble had migrated, wrapping under her breasts and around the back of her neck. The gusset had formed a ring at the end, and had anchored itself on the neck of the plug, and had shrunk somewhat pulling the silk tight against her labia. The same loop of silk passed directly up to her neck and joined the rest, pulled taut between her breasts. Speaking of, the spare silk had tightened around the base of her breasts, squeezing them slightly into prominence.

She sat up, and the whole arrangement shifted. Straightening her back resulted in the whole garment tightening against her, squeezing her breasts, and tugging at the plug. She breathed out a moan and stood, the cloth tugging at her body just right. She retrieved her fans, and danced her way back into the field of flowers, twisting herself this way and that, to tug on the plug and squeeze herself tight in every way she could. The wind whipped across the garden again. Drawing more faint screams from the distance.

"Oh" she remembered her party. "I HAVE to show them my new toy, and share with them my dance."

With that she began a slow, twisting walk back towards the gazebo.