A (not so) brief intro to harpy mating habits.

The whispered words cause me to shudder. I quickly find my self-control eroding as Melody grinds against me. My hands latch onto Melody’s slender hips, and she moans in approval as I thrust in counterpoint to her grinding. There’s nothing I want more than to abandon reason, to let myself give in to my lust, and damn the consequences. I almost do it, almost lift her up and guide myself into her dripping folds, but my meagre reserves of common sense win out.

To the harpy, I say, “wait… wait… please.” Then, turning to Lisa, I ask, “you guys had, mmmf, condoms, right?” Something flashes behind Lisa’s eyes, a flicker in her expression far too brief for me to read, but then she reaches out to me, a little foil packet in her hand. All the while, Melody watches me with burning, impatient eyes, letting out the occasional murmur of pleasure as we grind our sexes together, but when she sees me reach for the little foil packet, her eye’s narrow in a mix of confusion and clear frustration.

“What’s that then? Will you please hurry and fuck me! You’re supposed to stick this wonderful dick inside me! Do I have to explain everythin’ to you dumb-dumb humans?” Choosing to ignore the disparaging comments, I reply, “this is a condom. It’s a wrapper I put on my, mmmmff, wonderful dick so we can… fuck… with no worries. Will you please stop wiggling for one minute? Let me put this on and I promise I’ll fuck you until we’re both satisfied.”

She raises a slender eyebrow, looking sceptically between the condom and me. “We can fuck with no worries? Like what? If you’re worried that you’re too big for me or somethin’, you really don’t have to be. My half-sister’s daddy’s a minotaur, and he was a big fucker. Mum took that log like a fuckin’ champ. Course, she couldn’t walk straight for weeks afterwards…”

Bemused, I shake my head. “No, what I meant is that with this, we can fuck all we want, and we don’t have to worry about getting you… pregnant” Melody stops her grinding, looking at the wrapper with renewed interest. “Oh, really? This’ll help with that, will it?” She looks thoughtful for a moment, then adds, “we probably don’t need it, harpies are really good at making babies, so unless your man stuff doesn’t work… It does, doesn’t it? Work, that is? It’s just I can’t help that notice that none of your lady friends are full of babies. They too soon to be showin’?”

My mouth opens and closes as I try to form some kind of response. Helplessly, I look towards Lisa in the hope of some sort of aid. Stifling a laugh, Lisa explains, “what Adam is trying to say is that condoms stop you getting pregnant.” Melody looks utterly baffled at the concept, she glances between the packet and I, shrugs, then resumes grinding in earnest. “No thanks, I’m good. No condom, just stick it in me as is, ta.”

That comment certainly gives me pause. “Wait, you actually want me to get you pregnant?” She looks at me like I’d just asked her the most stupid question in the world, then says, “usually, that’s just a bonus, but for you? Yeah, I really do. Now hurry and fuck a baby into me!” she wiggles her hips forwards slightly, before, tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth in the very picture of concentration, she shifts backwards. I gasp as the tip of my cock comes dangerously close to penetrating the bird-woman before glancing away, the angle not quite right.

She swears softly in Harpy, then lines herself up for another go. Before she can, I tighten my hold on her hips, effectively pinning her slender body to mine. She looks up at me, face filled with frustration as she asks, “Adam, what are you doin’? I’ve waited two winters for this chance, two long, frustratin’ winters. Please, don’t change your mind now. I need this. For the love of earth and sky, FUCK ME… please.” She locks eyes with me, and the depth of emotion I see on her beautiful face rocks me to the core. My heart breaks slightly as I see honest to god tears beading in the corners of her eyes.

I do the first thing that comes to mind. I scoop Melody up in a big ol’ hug, and in my most soothing voice, say, “hey, shhhhh, I was just surprised, okay? Having…. having children is a big thing for us dumb-dumb humans.” Melody sniffs and nuzzles her face into my chest, only looking back up at me when I hesitantly ask, “Why is this so important to you?”

Melody sniffs again as she organises her thoughts, then asks, “how much do you know about harpies?” Sheepishly, I reply, “sorry, very little.” Melody shakes her head, then replies, “no, it’s ok. You five are just so different from what I’ve heard of humans, so i wasn't sure. If I told my sisters that you didn’t attack me the first time you saw me, they’d call me a liar. I know you could’ve. I’ve seen your magic. Not only that, but you lot, a group of humans, puttin' yourselves in danger to save my life? That doesn’t happen. Ever.”

I frown slightly, but let the comment slide for now, figuring I’d ask about these other humans later. They sounded shitty. Instead, Melody continues explaining. “Harpies are born when a harpy fucks someone with a cock. Doesn’t matter what they are, as long as they’re people smart, like you or me. My point is, harpies are super great at makin' babies, even if our partner isn’t.” She trails off, looking troubled, then continues. “You guys know about the Lord of Ash, right? I mean, you saved me from his creatures.”

I look over at Lisa, expecting to see the same uncertainty I felt mirrored in her eyes, but instead, I see wide-eyed recognition. She realises her error as my brows rise in surprise. Frantically, she shakes her head, eyes pleading with me to leave it alone, or, if I correctly interpret her gesture towards Melody, to ask her. Troubled, I turn back to Melody, then shake my head.

She glances between Lisa and me, brow creasing in confusion, then shrugs. “Well, ok then. We don’t know as much as we’d like, but we know the Lord of Ash is a demon of some sort. He can somehow twist the creatures under his command, that’s why all his minions look like my sister’s asshole after that overenthusiastic centaur missed his mark. There was another human kingdom upriver to the one you guys are headin' towards, but it’s gone now, taken over.”

“We… are being hunted. Our nests invaded, our people… changed. He corrupts them, twistin' their minds until all they can think of is sex. At that point, he would need to chain them down to keep them out of his breedin' pits. The things our lost sisters hatch, the things that craw out of those pits and take to the sky, they sure as earth and sky aren’t harpies, not anymore.”

“Our people are a rowdy bunch. We can be a prideful people, with each harpy or wing of harpies thinkin' they know what’s best for the rest of us. We need a leader, someone who can gather the scattered wings, and put up a defence against the Lord of Ash and his minions. That’s why… I need you. You humans are the only people blessed with the Gift, the power you called ‘the System’, but even amongst your people, the Gift is rarer than a dicks on a mermaid.”

“You probably already know this, but the settlement you’re headin’ towards is somethin’ of a hub for the Gifted. Groups of them train there, defendin’ the easiest point of access into human lands from the forces of Ash. There are stories about my people, stories of a few generations past, stories of the many years of prosperity our people enjoyed whilst under the guidin’ wing of a special harpy, a harpy born from the union of a harpy and one of the Gifted.

“Sometimes groups of Gifted will enter the forest. It’s why I’ve been out here on my own for so long. For two winters, I’ve done everythin’ I could think of to attract a Gifted mate. Nothin' worked. Every time I’ve tried, I’ve been attacked. Even… displayin’ myself, showin’ that I was willin’ to be… bred for, didn’t work, they only looked at me like I was somethin’ foul. No human has never looked at me with anythin’ close to desire or kindness, only hate and disgust. That is, until I met you five.”

Melody smiles at me, a small, tired thing that only intensifies the sympathy I feel for the woman. Breathing in deeply, I hold it a moment, then let it out in a rush. A lot of what Melody has said deeply worries me, but for now there was nothing I could really do about it now. No, for now, there was another decision I needed to make.

Before I chose, however, I needed to clarify something. I turn to Lisa, noting her carefully neutral expression. “You knew about this, didn’t you?” She didn’t answer, but the way she didn’t meet my eyes is answer enough. Holding up a hand, I say, “Hey, I’m not mad. I understand your hands are tied. The freedom to choose and all that, right?” Clearly conflicted, Lisa nods. “And you guys have spoken about this, and are ok with whatever choice I make?” Lisa studies me for a moment, then she nods.

Then that was all there was left to do. Choose. Looking up at the harpy in my lap, I say, “I have two conditions. Wait, no, make that two and a question.” Melody immediately perks up, her face brightening back to an excited grin as she says, “sure! What do you want to know, and what do you need?” Nodding, I say, “first, the question. Will I be able to be a part of our daughter's life?”

My face falls slightly when Melody winces, but then she says, “yes and no. humans aren’t exactly welcome around our nests. But when she grows up? She’ll be in charge. If she wants to come see you, there won’t be a harpy alive who’d try to stop her.” Okay, that was better than nothing. Nodding, I say “Okay, first condition, I want your word that our daughter will grow up wanting for nothing.”

Melody cocks her head, waiting for more, then grins as she realises that was the entirety of my first request, “Adam, our child will be the future wing leader of the harpies, she’s goin' to be fuckin’ pampered, trust me on that. What else?” I sigh in relief, then continue, “I’m assuming you intend to return to the rest of your kind… tomorrow.” Grinning lewdly again, Melody asks, “after we’ve fucked, you mean?”

Rolling my eyes, I nod, then gasp as Melody grinds against me with newfound intensity. Ignoring her cocky grin, I say, “Before you fly off tomorrow, I want you to pick your brain about a few things. I need to know more about this Lord of Ash, about the human lands, that sort of thing.” Melody nods enthusiastically, “that’s all? I was going to do that anyway… But, yeah, I’ll do that. super tough job, but I’m your girl. Now…?”

She stops wiggling and looks down at me, her eyes brimming with hope. Those eyes widen when, rather than reply, I draw the harpy down into a kiss. After a moment of surprise, Melody responds in kind, her technique inexpert, but incredibly enthusiastic. My hands run over the smooth skin of her body, one hand palming a perfect, pert breast, whist the other slips between us, wrapping around the root of my cock as I prepare to guide myself into her.

My heart pounds in my ears, my excitement reaching new peaks as my anticipation flares. Not breaking the kiss, I shift my hips until I feel the tip of my cock press against Melody’s pussy, earning myself an appreciative moan from the lusty harpy as I guide my length through her slick folds, coming to a stop at her entrance.

The kiss breaks, Melody and I staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Looking up at her, I see my own emotions mirrored back at me. My anticipation, my lust, my desire, I could see all of these in Melody’s hazy eyes and flush cheeks, but I could also but also see uncertainly. Despite her early bravado and apparent desire for me, I had to remind myself that I wasn’t the only virgin here.

Smiling up at my beautiful lover, I whisper, “ready?” Melody’s face splits into a grin. “Just shut up already and dooooOOOOOOHHH.” Whatever vaguely insulting this she’d planned to say is cut off when I shift my hips, slowly sheathing my cock inside her. Groaning in pleasure, my hands grasp onto the Melody hips, looking out for any signs of discomfort as I fuck the harpy with steady, shallow thrusts, letting her grow used to the intrusion.

That’s why I’m so surprised when Melody nips me on the ear, before thrusting her hips back to meet mine as she impales herself on my cock, taking me right to the hilt, accompanied by dual moans of pleasure. “Sooooooooo full.” The breathy whisper in my ear sends shivers down my spine, the accompanying moan as my wandering thumb finds her swollen button almost sends me over the edge.

I restart my shallow thrusts, gradually increasing pace and depth as my movements draw pants and moans of pleasure rather than any signs of discomfort. “Oooooh, just like that. Keep fuckin’ me. Don’t stop…. ah!.. ‘till I feel you swell and twitch inside me.” I pick up the pace, the slap-slap-slap of our lovemaking filling the tent.

Much sooner than I’d like, I feel my body tense, my release rapidly approaching. Fantasy turning into reality was quickly proving too much, the realisation of some of my deepest fetishes spurring me onwards. Determined not to be the first to cum, my thumb circles Melody’s clit with newfound urgency, the timbre of our mutual pleasure swelling with the intensity of our lovemaking.

The harpy kisses and nibbles at my neck, her ragged breathing a match for my own. An impulse takes me, and, rather than question or resit it, I give in to my desire. “I’m getting close, Melody. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to cum inside you, to pump you full of my seed.” Meldoy moans, burying her face in my shoulder as she pants, “please… mmmmf, Adam. I need it. Aaah.. Pleeeaaase.”

“Tell me how much you want it, Melody. Let me know how much you want me to seed you.” The harpy gasps, her hips writhing in time with mine as our pace continues to climb. “Pleeeeease. I want it so bad. I need you to, mmmmf, finish inside me. Pleeeeease, fill me with your seed.”

“Then that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to, mmm, keep fucking you until we’re sure, and then we’re going to fuck some more, aah, just in case. You’ll be so drunk on my cum that even after you head back to your people, the only thing you’ll be able to dream of is the night I fucked a daughter into you. Then, when our daughter is born, and when she is safe, surrounded by her cousins and aunts, you’ll return to me, so that I can fill you with another daughter.”

The words are the switch, the catalyst that pushes Melody over the edge. She gasps, letting out a keening, warbling trill as her whole body shakes. The walls of her sex ripple, a rush of warm fluid spilling into my lap. The sensation proves too much. With a groan, I hug the quivering harpy to me, burying myself to the root in her quim. And then I’m pulsing inside her, bathing her womb with line after line of virile seed. Our lips find each other, the kiss wild and passionate as I empty myself within her, my newfound collection of buffs speeding far past pornstar level as I fill my new lover with hentai-protagonist levels of cum.

Eventually, our orgasms come (heh) to an end. Melody lies on my chest, her head buried in the crook of my neck as she pants to regain our breath. I’m not faring much better, both of us sweaty and out of breath from the intensity of our fucking. Her soft lips brush against my neck before she props herself up on her wings.

Her pert breasts rise and fall in time with her breathing as she grins down at me. “Well, you’re not as big as a minotaur, but you fuckin’ cum like one! Where were you keepin’ it all?” I grin sheepishly, feeling the steady ooze of excess fluid leaking from where we’re conjoined. My grin shifts from sheepish to bawdy as I realise that, despite having just cum (not quite literal) buckets, I am more than ready for round two.

Melody raises a slender eyebrow, then lets out a startled “Eeep!” as, still inside her, I flip the harpy onto her back. Grinning down at her, I say, “who knows? Still, I said I’d keep fucking you until I was sure I’d fucked our daughter into you, and I’m a man of my word.” Melody grins back up at me lustily, sighing when I withdraw part of my length from her pussy, then letting out a moan as I hilt myself inside her again. Wrapping her slender legs around me, the panting bird woman breathily says, “volume and stamina. I might just have to come back and let you claim me for good.”

Filing that statement under ‘I should probably ask what she meant by that later before I find out the hard way’, I push the thought from my mind, returning my full attention to the carnal pleasures shared with the wonderful woman beneath me.