Day 12

The flock of harpies that had rained down on the poor adventurer held him down to the ground, some of them by pinning him down between their legs, while others thwarted his attempts at getting up by shoving him down with their bodies, rubbing their diminutive chests against him. All the meanwhile they shredded his clothes with their talons, with the ferocity of farnished beasts devouring their prey. The stuffing of his gambeson burst out from the scratchmarks left behind by the feral bird girls.
You'd think breaking the hold of such short, petite women with no arms to speak of would be child's play, no matter how many of them. But with all of them so worked up with anger and lust, nothing could stop them. When Thomas shoved one of them away, two more appeared to take her place, only for the first one to return more friskier than ever, having taken his attempts to escape her as nothing more than playful fondling.

"S-stop it! Stop! I don't want this!" Thomas yelled out.
"Hah~ You don't want this you say?" One of the harpy girls answered between excited breaths, "But we didn't want people to show up in our territory and randomly attack us!"
"Looks to me this isn't the game of 'everyone gets what they want'!"
"Looks like if anyone will get their way, it'd be us! You really should've thought about who you're messing with before starting shit~!"
"Now look at you~ Down on the ground~ A feast for the Urim Sisters to devour~!"

One of the bird monsters had slipped Thomas's leg between hers, and slowly began grinding against it. Thomas's face lit up with terror, but all it did was stir the predatory hearts of his captors, whose flustered faces were warped with lewd thoughts.

"Why, hello there, girls."
The harpies looked up from their pile and towards the feminine voice. Thomas managed to reach his head up just high enough to see the owner of the familiar voice beyond the swarm under which he was buried, a smile breaking out on his face when he confirmed what he could only have hoped.
The one standing in front of them with hands resting on her hips was indeed Ofelia herself.

"Mind your own business, lady!" One of the harpies said.
"Yeah! We're just teaching this gentleman a lesson about attacking innocent bird girls!"
Ofelia trudged ever closer, in spite of their warning, "Was that all that happened? No one tried to pull any bullshit or anything?"
The harpies' eyes all fell on the one harpy who first encountered Thomas, "...Define bullshit."
One of her sisters cleared her throat, "We weren't too quick to rush into action, were we?"
"...Can you get off me now? Please?" Thomas pleaded, the exasperation from terror discernable in his words.

"I mean... I vote that we keep going." One of the harpies insisted, "You think I'm in any state to roll anything back now? When I'm this horny I can hardly even control myself!"
"Yeah, the way I see it... If he says no, but ends up enjoying himself, then maybe that'll make it okay. Right?"
"In for a specie, in for a dukat!"
Ofelia cleared her throat, "Well, I'm sorry ladies, but this gentleman isn't on the menu for casual gangbang. So you're gonna have to climb off of him whether you like to or not."
"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you..."
Ofelia pointed her index finger towards the flock, "Wodum dururn!"
From the tip of her finger a brilliant bolt of lightning lanced itself towards the harpies, only missing them with an inch as it cut the air above them. All of them shrieked in panic as they fled from the sudden flash.

"EEEEEYAAKK!!!"
"EEEEEYAAKK!!!"
The succubus closed the distance to the weary and partially undressed man underneath, and extended his hand towards him.
"Ah... Ofelia... " A teary eyed Thomas smiled looking up at the succubus, taking her hand.
Ofelia pulled him up and wrapped her arm around his waist. "Let's get out of here. This place isn't safe. Now hold on tight!"
"Ah, like this?" Thomas clutched his arms around her waist, but found them squeezed under the wings if he did it too high up. He shuffled his hands downward, and found himself, to his great embarrassment, holding on to her hips. The white-haired nun didn't appear to mind much, as the black bat-wings protruding from her back spanned up and outwards, launching the two of them into the air as they swatted down.

"Hey! That's our prey!" One of the harpies shrieked.
" You can't just snatch a man from under our beaks! EEEEEYAAKK!!!"
It did not take long for the flock to reassemble, and fly straight after their man.

Flying away from their pursuers turned out to work much better than running, but their pursuers turned out to be exceptional fliers. Exceptional fliers who also did not have to carry any loads.
Everything about the anatomy of the harpies was designed for dominating the skies. From their lithe builds, to their large wingspan constituting both their arms; everything was to assure they would excel at flying, to the point where the structure of their legs made walking cumbersome in favour of perching, and grabbing things while soaring through the air.
Ofelia had rearranged her grip so she carried Thomas bridal style, resting his thighs close to the knees on her arm while her other arm was propped under his arm and holding his chest. Thomas in turn locked his hands together around Ofelia's neck, though he did not look any less flustered.
"They're gaining at us!" Thomas cried.
"Let's see if they can keep up!"

Ofelia soared through the air, letting them close in only to drop down and change angle at the drop of a hat. If she couldn't outpace them, she could at least try to outmanuever them.
But the bird women had exceptional aerial control as well, and could change direction quickly and nimbly enough. Ofelia increased her speed and flew into the forest, soaring between the trees in the hope they would fly into the trunks. When they realised that was a possibility, the harpies flew above the treecrowns and followed them from above.
"All right... Whoever coined the term 'bird-brain' obviously wasn't talking about these gals!" Ofelia said as she flew above the forest.

"Drop him this instance! And then maybe we'll be kind enough to leave you with just a few bruises!" The harpy yelled as she closed in on her.
"What'll we do now!?" Thomas yelled.
"Thomas... I got this. Please calm down." Ofelia said.

The succubus turned around without changing momentum, flying backwards. She took a deep breath, puckered her lips as if to kiss and blew a seductive sigh, which manifested into a cloud of pink mist which draped the bird girls as if they had flown into spun candy.
"Ahhh! What happened!? What did she do!?"
"I can't see a thing! Grrr! She's gonna pay for this...! UUAAAGH!"
Unable to see anything in front of their beaks, each of the harpies flew into a treetrunk, one by one, and landed sprawled on the forest floor. They shook their heads and groaned as they stood up, looking around only to find the succubus and the man she stole was nowhere to be found.

With the rabid harpies behind them, Ofelia soared a safe distance away before landing on the ground, setting Thomas down carefully. His eyes shut throughout the majority of this chase, Thomas still clutched his arms around Ofelia's neck long after they had stoppped flying and his feet were firmly planted on the ground.
Ofelia tapped Thomas on his shoulder, "It's over now, Thomas. You can let go now."
Thomas opened his eyes, and withdrew his arms. The man in shredded clothes looked around himself, seeing the safe haven around him, and wrapped his arms around Ofelia once again in a hug.
All Ofelia could do was smile and stroke his head.
"Ofelia, you... You're a lifesaver! An angel!" Thomas finally broke the hug and stepped back, "How did you know I was in danger?"
"Becaue, Thomas... I had been scanning the area before. That's why we didn't lunge ourselves headfirst into the forest like you did to begin with."
"Ah..." Thomas scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, sorry about that. Are... Are you still upset with me? Over what I said?"
"No, Thomas. At least not as upset as I am that I ended up rescuing a man from an orgy of lustful black harpies. My goodness... That's against the very core of my faith! It's only because it was you, Thomas. Just, please... " Ofelia grabbed Thomas's hand, sandwiching it between her palms, "Don't say a word about this to the Fallen Temple!"
Thomas laughed, "That shan't be a problem. But still, I must have been biggest blockhead in history, the way you got upset with what I said..."
"It's fine, Thomas. But in the future I need you to take into consideration that the subject of transformation is for many people very delicate. It's not unusual for a transformation to mark a pivotal moment in someone's life, and all too often they occur under intense circumstances."
"Ah... Yes, of course. But you have to forgive an old sailor his impersonal demeanor. I simply am not so in touch with sentimentalities like these."
"All right... Then tell me, Thomas, what was your transformation like. You're an incubus yourself after all."

Thomas had to think back for a moment. When he left his home he was the very image of a wrinkly old man, but he was willing to sacrifice his life to Ofelia and Simon without a second's thought. He earned the ire of a powerful monster slayer, and they ended up trading blows meant to render one another dead. This exercise soon wore him down until he was on the very brink of ****. In what he thought was the last moment of his life, his vision of his surroundings blurred, and all he could see was his beloved Mildred standing before him and welcoming him to the hereafter.
Thomas eyes lit up with epiphany, the true scope of what he had so haphazardly said striking him with staggering ****. He grabbed Ofelia by her hand and squeezed, "Ofelia... I'm so terribly sorry. I wasn't thinking at all!"
Ofelia giggled as she wrapped her arms around Thomas in a gentle embrace, "All is forgiven. Now, we'd better go back and see what Simon is up to."

Thoma hugged Ofelia back, patting her shoulder. He felt a terrible weight relieve itself from his chest, before the hug was broken.
"Right, but of course." Thomas looked around himself on the ground, first out of curiosity but soon in panic, "...Where is it? Don't tell me I actually dropped the sword!"
Ofelia's smile did not waver, as her tail flailed about, preenting Thomas's longsword wrapped in her tail.
"Is this what you're looking for?"
Thomas's face shone brightly with relief as he took the blade and sheathed it.
"You really are a lifesaver, Ofelia. Now, forgive an old sailor his insistance, but I believe Simon is wating for us."