Deny everything!

“No, it was the tree.” You manage a meek response sitting up, a sharp pain arcs through your body starting at your wing and making your vision dance with black specks. She laughs a jovial sound that doesn’t match the intensity of her eyes at your response.

“Adam has been felling trees for firewood since we started out on this little quest to nowhere, and not once has he missed where he tries to fell them.” She almost snarls.

“Uh well I may have helped the tree fall on him….” You admit with a little blush.

“There now we are getting somewhere, so what exactly are you? I have seen many creatures but not any that look like you.” She says as she bends to grab the pack that must have fallen from your hands in your quick descent through the foliage. She must have seen some letters floating by the bag as you hear her mumble something about there being no such thing as a male harpy.

“I will have you know Vanessa that I have been here since the dawn of the game.” As a brief memory flashes to the front of your mind at hearing such a horrible thing.

You remember there being around 20 harpies in the crevice that you call home now, at the dawn of the game, the first sunrise you can remember 18 female harpies, you, and your father. The Raven King, a large monster of a harpy with chiseled features and his fair share of muscle rippling under the black obsidian crown. He was the master of the flock he had a different female in his bed every night for a long time. Then the Event started and players from across the world flocked to kill you and the others over and over and over. You had lost track of how many times you died during these dark days, but just as suddenly as it started it was over. One day you woke to find yourself alone in the dark canyon that was home. Then the memory problems started you would survive for a while then some random forest creature or player would stumble across you and kill you.

“Then why have I only ever seen your kind at the top of Mt. Imporne and never once seen a male?” Vanessa asks.

“I don’t know…. I know I can’t be the only male harpy my father must still be out there somewhere.” Saying this aloud your heart aches more than your wing. Reaching back and rubbing the tender spot shoots more pain through your body and your vision swims again. It must be broken you think aloud.

A look of remorse briefly dances across Vanessa’s features as she looks upon you. “Yeah, it is bent at a strange angle. And I don’t know about your father as I said I have never heard of a male harpy before.” She sighs and gets that fire back into her gaze. “I don’t suppose you know the way out of this gods damned forest do you? I don’t know why I am even talking to you I’m a player you’re a monster I’m supposed to kill you and loot your stuff, though I guess your stuff is just Adams junk you packed away.”

“Well, I definitely prefer talking to getting killed.” You say mostly joking and trying to distract her from that line of thinking. “And as to your other question I believe there is a small village about two days north of here, its small but it may a have a way home for you.”

She glances at your broken wing and scowls “Well I guess I’d better head that way then.” She comes so close you can see the beads of sweat on her neck and rolling down to that deep valley of cleavage she so proudly displays, your eyes follow as she leans down and sets the bag she had picked up at your feet. The top of her breasts swelling with the angle and very nearly popping loose from her corset. Your blood immediately flows to your other head and strains against the fabric of your torn cotton pants.

“Wait, can you at least help me with my wing before you go….” You have no idea what made you want to ask for her help considering she has yet to make up her mind if she is killing you, and the broken wing is most definitely her fault as she threw the knife that knocked you out of the tree. But something about her brief flashes of other emotion seems to draw the words out of your mouth. And besides the longer she stays the longer you can keep eyeing her impressive assets that are barely hidden by what passes for her clothes.

She lets out a sigh and gives you a look that makes you cringe back from the intensity of it “FINE! I guess I can help you set it.” She almost whispers the next part “I am the one that broke it after all, and you did tell me how to get out of this evil forest.”

As she comes closer to you her soft hands reaching for your shoulders and brushing the painful base of the wing, you smell lavender. Sweet, scented lavender mixed with the subtle odor of the body; it is intoxicating. Her hands move with a sense of practice as she begins to look over your wound, moving carefully but with a sense of knowing that causes neither pain nor discomfort. She sets her own bag down at her feet and produces some bandages that she starts to wrap around your shoulder. Before long she exhales “This is going to hurt but I have to set it before I wrap it to tightly.” Not waiting for a response, she presses hard against the base of the wing and pain shoots from your shoulder to your neck and down your arm. You will not admit that you cried out in pain and passed out but the next time your eyes open you are no longer in the trees but at the campfire in the clearing laying on a bedroll.

Your shoulder throbs with a dull pain, but the intensity is minor compared to earlier. Sitting across the fire is Vanessa with her back to you on a simple wooden stool, her shoulders bare and a clothe in her hands. Sitting at the foot of the stool is a bowl of steaming water, she dunks the clothe in and proceeds to wipe her arms. It appears as if she is taking the time to clean herself while you rested. Her smooth skin shines in the flames of the fire, the sky is dark overhead. You don’t dare to move as you watch with lust filled eyes as she wipes first her arms and shoulders, then moves the rag in front of her wiping where her breasts would be. Your cock needing nothing more than the sight in front of you to awaken from its own slumber, looking down you notice your pants are no longer on you, you sit in only the brown leather you use as undergarments. Your cock poking its head out of the top, by mere compulsion you gently unsheathe the monster and gently start to stroke it. The simple movement seems to catch Vanessa’s eye as she moves to wash her back, she turns slightly to see what it is. In the process exposing the truly magnificent sight of her breasts, large perky globes of soft white flesh ending with large pink nipples made semi hard in the cool night air. Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she turns and gets the full picture.