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The raven haired goddess stands provocatively fingers pressing her crotch. Her head looking to her clawed toes, bangs hiding by her upper face, she smiles.

“My name is Abigail Clearfeather. I’m a runaway harpy. Also inventor of that device that your wearing. You can call me Abi. This room, is my cell I guess. I haven’t seen the outside of the room in weeks. I too, awoke here though.” She chats,

All the while, plopping her plump bottom down on the far end of the bed, wings deep between her glossy thighs. Abi’s feet stretch, just out of skin grazing range, her muscled legs turn into a beautiful pale ass, knees pressing into the sheets. Beautifully displaying body, exposing her swaying ass high, clawed feet and backside.

You pull yourself back. Lifting and press up with every muscle possible with the chair. The creaking of metal fighting your pressing strength is heard beneath your feet. Followed by a sighing exhale of exertion. Your stuck... Still.

Mind you the purple slime condom named Maze squeezing around your throbbing full mast, has been that way for a time now. It pulsates like a heart beat. With Maze wrapped around your dick like that, she’s gone radio silent. Wonder if she feels any of this?

“Maze!” you thought. She’s doing this!

Looking up to the alluring question of what next? Eyes full of heavenly pink asshole, wings playfully close to rubbing over it. Her moans audibly spike as she grazes over top it. Lustfully toying at her pussy taped skin.

“What’s going on!?” You shout out load