Dodge the question

"You tell me," you say to her, still absorbed in her eyes. "Do you feel like you need another shot of my cum? Not my cock fucking you senseless," you roll your hips against her as you say that, rubbing your still firm cock against the roof of her pussy, then continue, "but all that hot white cream you've got seeping into your womb right now?"

Her eyes flutter and she whimpers softly, then hisses, "Yesss! I can hardly think of anything else. It's so wasteful when I'm not sure I'm pregnant yet but I want it everywhere. I want to swallow your seed, I want you to cover my tits with it, I want you to ream me and squirt your cum up my ass. I shouldn't, it's so bad, but I neeeeeeeed it!" She struggles against you as you hold her down with your hands and body weight, more erotically than seriously. She's clearly not trying to get away, as her wings and legs are still wrapped tightly around you, pinning you to her much more effectively than your hold on her. Instead, she appears to be reveling in the slippery sensation of her sweaty skin sliding sensuously across yours.

She's acting like an attention-starved kitten, and as soon as that thought crosses your mind you realize that is actually how she's been acting from the very start. You don't know anything at all about her aside from how amazing it feels to slide your dick into her tight snatch and how she clings to you in every possible way -- hanging on your words, wrapping herself around you to keep you from leaving her, begging for your sexual attentions -- but you are suddenly almost certain that she is terribly lonely; it makes you feel awful for deceiving her, even harmlessly like you have, and you open your mouth to tell her the truth. Right at that moment, though, someone knocks loudly at the door and you hear a muffled voice asking, "Sunnild? Are you there?"

Congratulations! Through your Cunning Linguist Trait, you have learned to speak and understand Ayrie Aelthric.

The young harpy under you shouts for whoever it is to go away, but the door swings open and the voice, now clearly that of a woman, continues, "Are you feeling--Oh!" There's a pause, then the unknown mystery woman says with a smirk in her voice, "So our little dove finally got herself a breeder, eh?" You're not really comfortable with being observed in the first place, but the hurt and anger which fill Sunnild's eyes at the nickname solidifies your unease. Before you can do anything, though, you find yourself flipped over on your back with your dick softening in the cool air as your lover stalks towards the intruder, her wings spread out and practically filling the entire room in what you would call a threat display if you were observing a bird.

"Get the fuck out of my room." Sunnild growls at the other woman.

"Or what?" The other woman sneers. You can hear the complete contempt in her voice. "You'll pout at me? Why should I leave when there's an unclaimed male with such a lovely looking cock right here in front of me? It's not like you'll fight me for him, you coward."

"Actually--" You start to say, but you're interrupted by Sunnild saying ... something ... and suddenly every feather on her body is gleaming silver-grey metal.

"Leave." Sunnild repeats herself, and now her voice is as cold and deadly as a naked steel sword pointed at the other woman's throat, "Or I will slice you into pieces here and now. You never were the smartest, Ecgwynn, but I thought even you understood that I refuse to spar because I don't want to maim my sisters. It's not like I can take my wings off and use wooden ones to practice with. And don't give me any shit about attacking you unprovoked, either; you are in my chambers making advances at my male." She curls her wings around her -- two crossed in front of her defensively and two above her head with their razor-sharp feathers angled down and away from the harpy in very, very clear threat -- and you can at last see the other woman. Another harpy, she has skin the color of heavily creamed coffee and golden brown feathers. She's slightly shorter than Sunnild and bulkier, but she is only dressed in a simple wrap-around dress not unlike a toga and appears to be unarmed. She doesn't seem the least bit scared, though.

"He isn't yours, he's not wearing a token. By law, that makes him unclaimed and available to any sister." The other harpy -- Ecgwynn? -- lifts her chin, clearly believing she has the law on her side.

Light glints off Sunnild's metallic feathers as her upper pair of wings arches, flexes, prepares to strike -- and then freezes as she feels your palm pressing her gently on her back at the base of all four of her wings. "Sunnild," You say gently to her, completely ignoring the other harpy, "I believe I can resolve this without bloodshed. Where is a token I can wear and where do I put it?"

She remains as still as a statue for two heartbeats, then response in an emotionless whisper, "In my nightstand. It is a bracelet made of three strips of metal braided together, colored gold, grey, and silver. Wear it around one of your -- around your left wrist." She corrects herself.

You turn and open the single drawer of the small nighstand next to her nest. Among the small items and jewelry inside you quickly locate the bracelet she described and pull it on over your left hand. It looked like it would be too large to stay on, but to your surprise, as soon as it passes your hand it shrinks to fit snugly against your skin. You file that away for later discussion and return to stand behind Sunnild again. You carefully wrap your right arm around her waist and hold your left up, showing the bracelet to Ecgwynn. "There. I believe this means I am no longer 'unclaimed', so you can kindly leave us be now -- unless you really do want to fight Sunnild for her male?"

Congratulations! You have reached level 1 in Intimidation. You are now Unskilled in Intimidation.

The other harpy glares at you, her golden eyes seething with hatred, but she spits out, "I came to deliver a message. Sunnild, Wingleader Frythe wishes to speak to you." She spins on her heel and leaves, slamming the door behind her. Sunnild's feathers rattle against each other as she begins to shake, then suddenly they revert to their normal grey color and luxurious softness. Sunnild whirls around and buries her face in your chest as she begins to cry brokenly, her whole body shaking with the **** of her sobs. You enfold her in your arms and softly stroke her downy head-feathers soothingly, but you don't know what to tell her; you're in far over your head. There were layers to that confrontation which you simply do not have the basic knowledge to understand. All you do know is that there is a young, **** woman in your arms and you want to make her tears go away forever.

"I was going to kill her," Sunnild eventually whispers to you. "I was actually going to kill a sister, right before you stopped me. Why was I so angry? I don't understand." Her voice is confused, plaintive.

You don't answer her right away, you have even more questions than she does, but you think you have at least a partial answer to this one. "I take it you and Ecgwynn have never gotten along well? She's always been rude or cruel or aggressive towards you, insulting you and bullying you?"

Sunnild shakes her head no, still pressed against your chest, but she does confirm the gist of your question, "Not always, no... but yes, for the last six or eight years she's been like that. But I've never gotten so mad at her!"

"She's never attacked you where you're **** before." You tell her. "Your weapons can't be taken from you, I would expect given what I just saw that your armor is more of a formality, you don't strike me as someone who needs validation from others to feel good about yourself, and given your remarks I doubt Ecgwynn excelled over you in training or learning. But you've never had a lover before last night, and you knew we got distracted before you could give me this little gizmo." You press the metal of the bracelet against the small of her back. "I was watching the way you reacted to her. You were just upset with her and frustrated at the interruption when she barged in, but when she mentioned me, that's when you got really angry." You stroke her crest and continue soothingly, "I am a complete outsider here and know essentially nothing of your culture and customs, so please forgive me if I put my foot in my mouth here, but I have seen and heard enough little clues to start putting the pieces together. It seems to me that your people place an extremely high value on males and pride yourselves on making sure that we stay happy with you. I already know I am your first and only male, and I would be willing to bet a healing potion against a kiss that there is intense competition among your people for males who are seen as desirable, with your sisters offering exorbitant bribes and promising who knows what sexual favors to tempt men. Given that you've taken great pains to emphasize to me that you aren't rapists or kidnappers, I am willing to bet a second healing potion against another kiss that it is considered a major coup to steal a sister's claimed male away from her. That's what you were afraid Ecgwynn would try to do, steal me from you and leave you alone again."

Congratulations! You have reached level 1 in Insight. You are now Unskilled in Insight.
Congratulations! You have reached level 1 in Clarity of Thought. You are now Unskilled in Clarity of Thought.

Sunnild tilts her head up to look at you, tears still streaming down her cheeks, then she snakes a hand behind your head and pulls you down into a kiss. At first, the kiss is slow and tender, with her just brushing her lips across yours, but then she backs off, waits for just a couple heartbeats, and then lunges for your lips again, attacking them hungrily as she bowls you over. She sits astride your waist, bent almost double as she kisses you fiercely. She bites your lower lip, making you gasp in pain, and she uses the opening to thrust her tongue into your mouth, stabbing deeply into you. You sally your tongue forth to meet hers and try to wrestle her slippery muscle back into her own mouth, but then she breaks the kiss again and pulls back away from you, panting with arousal. Her eyes bore into yours with a look of wonder mixed with ... something else. "We only met last night. How do you know me so well? How can a stranger figure out things about me that I didn't even know in such a short time? But you're right, Aidan. About everything. Now that you explain it to me, I was terrified that she would take you from me. Partly because it would prove her right about some things she's said about me, but more because ... I ..." Her eyes cut away from yours and she rests her head against your chest again. You just hug her and stroke her back and crest, waiting for her to finish her thought, or to decide not to. Eventually say continues, haltingly, her voice thick with raw emotion, "Because thinking about you, with her token on your wrist... it makes me feel like... like my wings are broken and I'm falling, falling and I can't fly, and I can see the ground approaching, and--" her voice rises in pitch with every word until you cut her off.

"--And I am here to catch you, Sunnild. I promise you. I will never wear anyone's token but yours, nor will I go unclaimed. I am yours so long as you want me." A small part of you feels like you're taking advantage of the clearly lonely and **** young woman, but all the rest of you feels an overpowering need to protect her, to be her shield against her mental and emotional demons. It feels right, in a very peculiar way, to essentially swear yourself to be her exclusive breeding stock. It seems the Realms themselves agree with you, because as soon as that thought crosses your mind you get a prompt.

Congratulations! You have reached level 1 in Submission. You are now Unskilled in Submission. Submission is a subskill of Sex.

Congratulations! Your relationship with Sunnild has advanced from Cordial to Trusted.
She now views you as someone she can rely on through even the worst of life's troubles.

Congratulations! For gaining a new Friendly or better relationship, you have earned 500 experience. Honor thy friends and they will honor you!

Before you can even begin to start processing the implications of that prompt, Sunnild slides her hips backwards, her lower lips kissing your skin and leaving a wet trail behind them, until she is straddling your groin and her wetness is pressed against your suddenly much stiffer cock. Her voice is smoky with lust as she says, "I think it's time for my male to give me another dose of his magic cream, then." She slides back and forth, rubbing your cock lengthwise up and down between her labia and against her hard little clit, then lifts herself up, reaches underneath her, and aims you at her drooling wet center. Her wings spread out wide behind her as she sinks down onto you slowly, centimeter by centimeter, clearly reveling in the sensation of being filled.

"Not to disagree," you gasp, "but aren't you supposed to Wingleader Frythe? Whoever she is?" The liquid heat enveloping your manhood is making it a little hard to think.

"She can wait," growls Sunnild. She starts to fuck herself slowly on your cock, her internal muscles gripping you tightly on the upstroke and eagerly drawing you in as she sinks back down onto you. "She's just gonna ... lecture me about ... my flight into ... Stargrazer territory ... but I'll just tell her ... it was a recruitment trip ... and with you there ... she can't say I'm lyin'!" In truth, you only half-listen to her, too absorbed in the feeling of her eagerly fucking herself on you and the sight of her firm young tits jiggling on her naked chest. You heard enough to know that she's not going to be dissuaded from fucking you, which you are more than OK with. You reach out and grab her by the hips, then start thrusting up at her in sync with the rhythm of her movements. Her breath catches the first time your hips collide with hers, and soon her noises progress to whimpers and then loud moans interspersed with gasps for breath.

Mentally fighting back against the way her using you for her pleasure makes you feel, you rumble at her, "Are you ready for your next dose? Do you need it? Do you need to feel my seed filling your womb and knocking you up with our daughter?"

Flashes of lust dance across her stormy blue-grey eyes, but her response is a challenge thrown back at you. "Oh? Is my male ready ... to cum for his mistress? Are you going to ... do your job right ... this time and breed me? MMMmmm, yes, I can feel ... your fat human dick... twitching inside me. You want that so bad, don't you? You want to plant your seed in my womb ... watch my belly get fat ... my tits fill with milk ... and know that it's your seed ... growing in me. Is that what you want?" She pants and writhes and dances atop you, doing everything she can to get you to cum before her. "Cum for me, Aidan! Breed your mistress!"

You can feel your balls begin to churn as she taunts you and you mentally superimpose the sight of her riding you with the sight of her pregnant and riding you, but you fight through the imminent onset of your climax to growl out, "I may ... be yours ... but you're ... also mine! You need to feel ... my cum inside you! Every time you need it more!"

She cries out in ecstasy and you can feel her pussy walls starting to spasm around you, not to mention seeing her wings flapping involuntarily, but she manages to grate out one final command before she screams your name and tumbles over the edge into her climax. "Yes! I need it! So cum in me! Aidaaaaaannnnnnnnn!" You can't hold out any longer and thrust up at her, roaring along with her as your own orgasm overcomes you.

Congratulations! You have reached levels 9 and 10 in Sex. You are now an Initiate in Sex; in addition to bonuses from previous ranks, whenever you ejaculate inside a partner, they will be 2% more receptive to, and gain 2% more pleasure from, sex with you in the future. This effect stacks, but it will wear off after a week without exposure to your semen.
Congratulations! You have reached levels 3 and 4 in Dominance.
Congratulations! You have reached levels 2 and 3 in Submission.