Arthur studies the harpy.

"I'd like to know everything about you. Your name. How you think. It might sound inappropriate to say, but I'd also like to know about your body. I would hate to ask for something so lewd as payment for saving your family, so you may agree or disagree with whatever you wish, but my goal is to learn about what others might be too prudish to study," Arthur explains.

She purses her lips. Then, she slowly stands up and moves in front of him. His eyes move up, and linger on the obvious underboob of her short, loose top. As she walks, they bounce, and he can't help but ogle. When his eyes finally gather the strength to move up, he isn't greeted by annoyance. She looks even happier. There's colour in her face as well.

"Study anything you'd like," she says with a giggle. "This sounds fun."

"Are you sure?"

"I'd be honoured... We never get to have that kind of fun out here."

"Your name first then, please."

"Zila. My sisters names are Ziri and Zivu."

"I see. It's known that a harpy family always has a certain structure to their names. That matches our studies perfectly, so at least that's correct." He stands up, leaving his book behind, and takes a gentle hold of her right wing. His fingers slide along the soft feather, all the way to the tip. "No hands. They're just wings."

She nods.

"The theory is that harpies group together because of all the tasks they cannot complete on their own without the use of human arms. Is that true?"

"That tickles," she says with a giggle. "I don't know about that, but my sisters do help me get dressed."

He moves both hands to the sides of her head. As he looks into her eyes, his face can't help but grow warmer as well. The sensation against his fingers is something unique, however. "This is the softest hair I've ever touched," he whispers.

Her lips tremble. "Is that t-true?" she asks quietly.

"Of course." His hands move down to her neck, and over her shoulders. "An amazing figure. Absolutely beautiful, and adorable, if I may be so forward."

"Is that going into your book?"

"In a sense. But don't worry. You'll remain anonymous. I'm still a gentleman." His hands cup round her ample bosom. They're soft and tender, yet firm and perky. She moans softly as his hands move around to slide against the bare skin beneath her top where they're nearly hanging out. Then, he squeezes softly. The young man kneads her chest within his hands.

Absolutely amazing. His pants start to shrink. He swallows hard.

"Your hands are warm," she whispers. "Please. If you want to see more, go ahead. I want you to."

Arthur takes a careful grip of the bottom of her shirt. It's barely on there already. It'll take almost no effort to raise the curtains. However, this is his first time with a so-called monster girl. He's starting to get genuinely flustered. But when he looks to her face, and sees her smile followed by a small bite of her lip, he can't leave her hanging anymore.

He glides the fabric of her shirt up slightly, revealing her small, hard nipples. He continues raising it up, and she brings up her wings to help. Together, they remove her shirt, and he throws it onto the bed of hay behind them. Now she stands timidly with her amazing bust on full display. She keeps her arms at her sides--granting him full access.

Once again, he grabs them, but now they're bare. He circles his thumbs around the tips of her breasts. "In most ways, you're still a human."

She whimpers. "Mmm. Y-Yeah. In other ways too, besides those..."

He glances down at her legs which squirm about. Softly, he slides his fingers down to the waistband of her shorts. They're kept tight by a button on the front. He slips it through the slot, and loosens them away from her hips.