Submit completely and let them pin me down right here on the aviary floor

Harpy Aviary, Building Four, Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Montana, at 12:25 PM on Monday April 3rd, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

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My legs give out completely and I sink to my knees on the concrete floor, my whole body trembling with need. Skye and Zephyr exchange satisfied glances above me.

"Good girl," Skye purrs, her hand sliding through my hair—still matted with Cirrus's cum. "On your back. Spread your legs."

I obey immediately, lowering myself onto the cold concrete. The surface is gritty against my bare back and ass, uncomfortable and degrading, but I don't care anymore. My thighs fall open without resistance, exposing my dripping pussy to the watching harpies above.

"Look how wet she is," Zephyr says, kneeling between my spread legs. Her hands grip my inner thighs, pushing them wider apart. "She's been desperate for this since we started touching her."

Skye positions herself at my head, her knees on either side of my face. I can see her erect cock hanging above me, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. "Open your mouth," she commands.

But before I can part my lips, a furious roar echoes through the aviary.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!"

I crane my neck backward and see her—a demon futa charging across the aviary floor, her massive wings spread wide. She's easily six feet tall with crimson skin, curved black horns, and a long spaded tail lashing behind her. Her cock is fully erect, jutting out from her hips—at least twelve inches long and thick as my wrist, with prominent veins pulsing along the shaft.

Sasha. The demon futa ARIA warned me about.

"Fuck," Skye hisses, scrambling backward off me. "How did she get in here?"

Zephyr releases my thighs and stands quickly, wings flaring defensively. "Sasha, this isn't your—"

"SHUT UP!" Sasha snarls, her yellow eyes blazing as she advances. "I tracked her scent through three buildings. She's covered in catgirl pheromones and cowgirl cum. She's been teasing every futa on this farm while I've been locked up for FORTY HOURS!"

She reaches me in three strides, dropping to her knees beside my prone body. Her clawed hands grip my ankles and yank my legs apart again—wider than Zephyr had them, spreading me completely open.

"You smell like sex and submission," Sasha growls, her face inches from my exposed pussy. "You've been making everyone else cum while I was pent up and furious. Well now it's MY turn."

Her tongue—long, forked, and impossibly hot—drags up my slit from entrance to clit in one slow, thorough lick. The sensation is overwhelming, electric, and I cry out involuntarily.

"That's right," Sasha says, her voice rough with barely controlled lust. "Scream for me. You're going to be screaming a LOT before I'm done with you."