The feathers fly

The harpies' home degenerates into a veritable love nest as the four women partake in a hot, wild, filthy orgy.

Pussies are licked, nipples are sucked, breasts are groped, asses are spanked, and the four women's love juices flow like wine.

And Hilda is at the center of it all, loving every second of it as the three harpies worship her body. The sex-crazed knight can't keep track of who is where as the three continuously switch spots. At one moment, her breasts are being massaged while some one eats out her pussy while a very dirty bird gives her a rim job. The next moment she's tasting her own juices as someone gives her a sloppy kiss while another pussy grinds against her own, the downy feathers of the harpy's thighs making her giggle as they tickle her.

The kiss soon ends, but Hilda's vision remains blocked as a juicy bird gash decides her face is the perfect nesting spot. Hilda attacks it with vigor, lapping it up like a man who's just found water after wandering in the desert. At the same time, she feels her hand being guided toward and then into something very warm and wet, Hilda decides now would be a good time to test her manual dexterity, and is rewarded with a stream of something sticky as screams of pleasure fill her ears and somebody starts sucking on her toes.

The wordless, hedonistic debauchery goes on like this for what feels like hours until all of its participants have passed out, their faces plastered with dumb smiles and their bodies covered in sweat, feathers, and love juices.