"Leave us."

The harpy-men gathered at the window make various noises of disapproval, but they begrudgingly depart.

Most of them, anyway.

"We can smell him from our nests, you will not be able to--"

"I said Leave. Us," hisses your rescuer -- and he is not argued with again. As the last of the voyeurs takes back to the sky, he leaves you in bed spread-eagled and wanting only long enough to secure the window and draw a thin curtain.

"We are servants of The One That Hunts, we can all smell him on you. It calls to us. You'll not find peace here for long."

But even as he warns you, he slides back into the bed behind you, his skin and feathers enflaming you at a touch, the tips of his claws causing your skin to prickle with goosebumps. It all makes you squirm with anticipation, your hole starting to throb as you feel his cock - still hard - leaking where it rests upon your lower back.

"Then you'd better be quick."

No warning comes but the grip of talon-tipped hands around your waist, before his entire length breaches your hole and lodges inside balls deep. Your entire body spasms and you let out a primal scream that seems to come all the way up from your toes and ends in a moan. Your walls spasm, clench and burn with the sudden intrusion, but as you start to draw a ragged breath you have no time to properly note just how GOOD it already feels.

Your harpy lover says nothing further, instead pulling himself entirely free of you. Swiping the apple-sized head of his cock against your pulsating ass-ring, smearing thick precum around before plunging back in and then staying there, grinding himself in small circles like he's testing the limits of your ability to hold him. After moments of delicious ****, the harpy man begins to saw himself back and forth, pulling almost completely out again and again, and then surging forward.

Unable to think, unable to make any sound but strangled, screaming, **** whorish moans, your whole body cries out for release...

"Do you hear that?"

Hear what? He stops moving, buried inside you and throbbing but still and silent while he listens. You're so needy and **** that you continue to push yourself back and forth against him, trying to coax his participation but it only causes him to hold you tighter and pull you close to him to also hold YOU still.

"My brothers are returning," he murmurs, while pulling his length from you with agonizing slowness. "And my own resolve is weakening." You can feel the thundering of his heart against your back, echoed in the throbbing of his cock lingering against your hole. "If we don't leave now..."

What could he possibly mean? While you struggle to marshal your thoughts, you DO pick up the sound of wingbeats and cat-calling in the distance. And your savior is starting to press himself into you again...