Hilda's gone too far

The three harpies look at Hilda, their faces are flushed with arousal. They're moaning in need as they crawl towards her, lust in their eyes.

"H-hey! What are you doing?" Hilda asks as she tries to back away from the birds.

"It's mating season..." Polly moans as she grabs ahold of Hilda's arm and nuzzles her face against it, keeping Hilda from swinging her club as the other two approach.

"Nipping at our tail is how our mates claim us," Greenie whimpers as she makes her way to Hilda's feet and starts kissing them.

"Th-there's been a mistake!" Hilda stutters as she tries (but not too hard, honestly) to struggle free.

"No..." Snuggles moans as she hops up to Hilda. "You claimed us..." she's panting with need as she presses her warm slick body against Hilda's. "So now you need to breed us," she moans as she leans in, giving Hilda a sloppy, slutty kiss.

Hilda feels her resistance fading away as the three harpy women envelope her body, licking and kissing her all over.

I guess the baron can wait a little longer...

Hilda lets out a moan of her own as the harpies pull her down into an ocean of feathers and flesh.