"I wondered when you'd wake."

His voice is low and reedy, like a crow given human speech. As he moves closer to you, proving to be the real source of the warmth in this bed, stretching his wings a bit and laying his palms on your shoulders while looking you over. Large as he is, you don't FEEL endangered. He did rescue you, after all, and just looking at him in return makes the empty ache in your ass throb.

"The giant did a number on you, though honestly I'm shocked you're even alive. Most men your size are killed by the act long before they're eaten." He sounds impressed and curious, and his warm, powerful hands are starting to roam, clawed fingers tracing carefully down your chest.

You're keenly aware of just how naked he is. While you never did get a good look at the giant's cock, this Harpy-man's slowly stiffening cut meat bobbing to life practically right in your face could easily rival it. You draw yourself closer, feeling the weight of it across your face. The heat. You start to feel it throb and stiffen, and without any further thought you take it into your mouth.

A quick glance upwards, and you can see the Harpy's feathers thrill and shudder, his eyes closing and lips parting...