Of course they want a taste too

The Harpy's bald head comes to a stop above your face, hovering there, and scanning your features silently.

Then her face descends on yours and you feel dry lips envelop your own parted ones.

her tongue licks at your lips sensuously and it makes you shiver but you firmly clench your teeth, not wanting to be frenched by this hag.

She doesn't seem to care, continuing to kiss your lips in an oddly gentle manner, which you don't return. The other Harpies around you are all eerily silent which somehow makes you even more uneasy then when they were cackling loudly about how you'd pissed yourself.

Not seeming fazed at all by your rejection the Vulture Harpy continues to trail kisses along your jawline.

Suddenly the scaled touch of a Harpy's claws grasp your forehead firmly and you freeze at the sight of those viciously curved claws arcing above your **** eyes.

The purpous of this move becomes evident a moment later as the Harpy peppering you with slow, dry, open mouthed kisses descends on your neck.

You gasp and tense at the sensation. You want to shrivel up on yourself but all the Harpies around you seem to tighten their grips in some kind of unspoken understanding.

The feeling is ticklish, but also sensual and erotic. You'd never experienced this before.

Then her dry mouth is suckling on you collarbone and you gasp again, completely overwhelmed by the situation.

The Harpy holding on to your head lightens it's grip and lets its claws trail trail down the side of your face and over you scalp in a strange caress. Her talons grazing your cheeks and raking through your hair.

You let out a hiccup of surprise when your attention is drawn back to the main Harpy who'd given a hard suck to one of your nipples.

You'd never really thought twice about your own nipples or any man's really. You had no idea having a tongue swirl around them as the Harpies was going right now could evoke such sensation.

You find yourself alternatively arching your back towards her back and curling it away from that strange, novel stimulation.

All too soon the Harpy continues her journey down your torso leaving your left nipple hard, glistening and tingling from the remembered stimulation and your right one virgin and perked up with neglected.

The Harpy Vultures dry mouth inching over your ribs and abs is somehow no less stimulating and your feel yourself thrash against your restrained limbs. Somehow the fact that you were pinned down and completely **** to whatever the hag decided to do made you much more sensitive than you'd ever been before.

Having her tongue swirl around in your belly button made you sob fro heavens sake.

It was somehow much worse the lower she got and a powerful shiver wracked your body when her chin touched the head of your pulsing cock that was plastered against your stomach.

You tried to suppress the reflexive buck of your hips at the sensation but at the same time couldn't stop the immense anticipation that concentrated itself in your groin.

All your focus was narrowed down to those dried lip rasping over your abdomen, oh so close to your cock.

But the nasty harpy ignored it. Instead her lips stayed firmly attached to you skin.

Your dick is caught against the underside of her chin and slides along her jaw and against the side of her sagging neck where it is ensnared by one of the many fold.

The contact surges through your penis. Your thoughts are clouded from an excitement and heat you'd never experienced before a. Your abdomen jumping from your frantic shallow breath's.

The Harpy had finally arrived to your curly pubic hairs and was nuzzling you.

You couldn't help but buck your hips now. Your dick getting some small measure of relief from the dry folds of skin from the Vulture Harpy's neck. And while the thought would normally have disgusted you enough to make your cock shrivel, you somehow couldn't care less at this moment.

You just want those old lady's lips to curl around the base of your cock and suck hard.

But she moves away instead and your cock slips off of her skin and slaps back onto your stomach.

You can't help but let out a whine, the cackling from the committee of Vultures around you only reaching you as if from a far of place, though you feel your tormentor smile against your spread inner thigh.

Then she is ascending back towards your cock and your dick hitches with anticipation along with your breath.

She mouths at you're ball. The sensation is so strong you flinch away raising your hips as far up as you gan straining for distance. That had been more ticklish than anything.

The experiences manages to cool your head a bit and you are mortified by what a mewling mess you'd become, hung on the Harpy's every moment.

When the Harpy's lips come to a stop just at the base of your dick, you manage to bite your lip and not beg her to suck your cock.

A glance down the length of your body is enough to sober your mind even further.

The crouching vulture with it's long ugly neck descending down and the bald emaciated skull with black beady eyes set in a bed of wrinkles glittering from where they peek out from between your legs would have been enough to give you nightmares before this.

The backdrop is no better, with the flooded swamp and the perching vulture harpies surrounding you as if on a wake. Their long necks craned to get a good view of you. Some with the faces of ancient granny's some with those of twisted monsters with their teeth bared in skeletal grins.