Interview Peoria.

At least that was the plan, before Rits starting getting a bit more handsy with you than normal, jealous that everyone else got a piece of you except for her.

"Um... Rits?"

"Yes, Darling?"

"What are you doing?"

"Getting your dick out."

"... why?"

"I'm hungry."

Without waiting for any objections, Rits pulls down your pants and exposes your genitals to the brisk night air, your hands still occupied by your notebook and pencil.

A strange feeling of embarrassment washes over you as you're exposed in front of the girls, despite fucking them all senseless just earlier that day. A holdover from your old life among humans.

"Um, Rits, this isn't the time for tha-ah..."

Rits silences you by wrapping her serpentine tongue around the entire length of your cock, much the same as she's done two times before.

"Mmmmmm..."

Rits moans as she takes your cock inside her mouth now, suckling on it gently as she doesn't seem to be in any hurry, which certainly only adds to the pleasure rushing to your brain.

Peoria, meanwhile, has been watching for a minute now.

"Oh, you couple of lovebirds! Why couldn't you find a man like that, Azusa?"

Azusa blushes as her mom pokes fun at the fact that she's clearly not the romantic type.

"Tch! I could have any man I want! I just... uh..."

Her mind turns to come up with a reason for not flying the coop yet. (Last bird pun, I promise.)

"... who else would make sure Tucson doesn't get herself hurt one of these days?"

"Oh, how noble of you, dear." Peoria quips, not believing a word of it. She turns her attention back to you.

"Now, dear, you looked like you were about to say something before your wife got your tongue, is that right?"

"I was wondering if I c-could... ask you a-ah... few questions... about harpies..."

You stammer the words out in as much of a coherent sentence as you can manage, Rits still slowly tasting every inch of your dick and beyond, occasionally cleaning the taste of the four girls off of your balls and some of your stomach with her tongue.

"Oh my, I'd be happy to! Whenever you're ready."

"This might... be a while..." you say with your writing hand holding Rits' head as she goes about her work.

"Oh, I certainly don't mind it! Go ahead, ask me anything."

That's not really what you meant, but here goes nothing.

Day 6

Rits and I left the cave and started journeying West to start documenting the unknown lands beyond the borders. At least, that's what would've happened if I hadn't been **** by a group of harpies along the way. A "harpy" is a species of monster girl that has the qualities of birds, having large, feathered wings instead of arms, and sharp talons for feet on the end of their strong and flexible scaled legs. I covered quite a bit of ground by air before they dropped me at their nest, although accidentally dropping me another time on the way there, nearly killing me. That makes two times I've almost been killed by monster girls, and I'm sure it won't be the last.

Your writing looks more like chicken scratch than anything due to the blowjob you're currently receiving, but it's still legible enough.

"Peori-ah... how long were you pregnant before today?"

"Oh, since the time I got knocked up to now... well, I believe it was still Summer."

So she's only been pregnant for a month or two? That's less than half the time it takes for a human woman to carry a child to delivery. Not counting the fact that she laid eggs instead of giving live birth (which likely helps make the pregnancy even shorter), it's probably because monsters have such low numbers that they evolved to reproduce fast.

"And... how long befo-... before they hatch? And when do they grow feathers?"

"Oh, they should hatch within the next few days. And they're born with a small layer of fuzz that lasts for a about a month or so until they grow their first feathers. Quite cute things they are, dear. Hard to believe my Azusa fit into the palm of my hand at one point!"

"Mmmm... thame with mee..."

Rits seems to confirm with a mouthful of dick that lamia are also born quite tiny as hatchlings.

"A-And... what do harpies normally eat..?"

"Oh, like most monsters, we'll eat anything. Fruit, berries, squirrels, other harpies..."

You stop writing and look up at her.

"Only joking, dear. We're rare enough as it is. We do eat anything, though. We can eat plants just as well as meat, but we're much better suited for hunting small animals, or maybe the occasional fish from the lake.

"La... Lake?"

"Oh yes, dear. There's quite a large lake further in that direction.", she says as she motions West.

"Planning on making a visit?"

"Possibly..."

It's certainly a point of interest you should check out.

"It's very beautiful at all times of year. Watch yourself around the local wildlife, though. They can get quite... touchy... if you aren't careful."

"Tou-oh!?"

Rits has finally hit the right spot as you suddenly start ejaculating right into her throat. You drop your notebook and push her down hard to the base of your cock.

"Mmmmmmm..."

"Oh? Looks like you found what you were looking for, dear Rits!"

You're too focused on Rits' long tongue swirling around your dick to pay much attention to Peoria or the interview at this point. Rits milks you with much more skill than any human could ever hope to achieve, as she simply hums to herself, her throating flexing rhythmically to swallow your cum with each burst.

Your reproductive system slows down to a halt as Rits has forcibly sucked out the very last drops of semen you had left in you for the day.

Azusa, Simi, and Tucson all seem a little hot and bothered by watching the whole event go down, but luckily they're still too tired from earlier to do anything about it. Four orgasms in one day is already pushing it a bit even with your buffed up endurance and basically no refractory period. You're not sure if more than that could have consequences, and you're not eager to find out.

Rits finally pulls off with a gasp for air, and sits up.

"Urrrp! Excuse me, Darling! Thanks for the meal!"

You certainly have your work cut out for you, being her husband.

"And with that, what do you say we get some sleep? I'm sure my girls are all tired from working quite hard today making more harpies!"

Peoria is casual as always.

You agree as you gather your breath, Rits now giving your cheek some gentle kisses.

"I'm sure that's enough info for now. Thank you for everything, Peoria."

"Oh, no, dear. Thank you for everything.", she says rubbing her stomach.

As you all position yourselves for around the campfire, an idea pops into your head. You flip to the next blank page in your notebook and start sketching out an approximate rendition of an average harpy, mostly using Tucson for a model. Rits takes notice and watches intently from your shoulder as you draw, which takes a bit of time to finish by firelight. While you're nobody's artist, you thought it wasn't half bad:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/13ypbG-vl7GHA8EPWangjqzhxHtdvyIMn/view?usp=sharing

"What's that?"

"It's a drawing of a harpy."

"Draw-ing?"

"Yeah."

"Hm... kinda looks like Tucson."

"Well, it's not supposed to look like anybody in particular, just what a generic harpy might look like, ya know?"

By this point you've attracted the curiosity of the triplets, all of them now crowding over your shoulder to see your drawing.

"Hey, it is Tucson." interjects Azusa.

"No. Not big enough." adds Simi with her usual dry tone.

"Yeah, she's no- hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Tucson says with a pout directed at her sisters.

"I think she looks like all of you."

Peoria has now snuck up behind the five of you to see what all the commotion's about.

"I can see just a little bit of all you in there."

True enough, you did reference all three of the girls to get the figure right. Although the face and head were improvised.

"She's very cute, don't you think? I wouldn't mind her representing our species in your little collective. That's what it is, right?"

"Oh... I guess it is. How do you know what a journal is?"

"Harpies tend to get around, dear. I've seen these small... 'journals' here or there, where humans once lived. Are you trying to learn all you can about the different types of monsters?"

You guess she means books, not specifically journals, but she's shockingly perceptive at any rate.

"Yeah, I'm... surprised you can tell."

"I'm surprised you can still remember your own name after being exposed to such a high amount of monster pheromones at this point, so I guess we're both full of surprises, dear."

Well she's got you there. Although you can't tell if that's entirely a joke or not.

"I guess so, huh."

"Wait, were you drawing about me, too?"

"Drawing about you? No, I haven't drawn you yet."

Rits almost looks a little disappointed at your answer. You think you're starting to notice a jealous streak in her.

"... will you?"

Rits fidgets with her hair nervously.

"Well, if you want, I can certainly try."

"Alright..."

Rits seems a bit embarrassed to have had to ask, but you really don't mind at all.

"But right now it's getting dark, so let's wait until another time, okay?"

"Fine by me, Darling. Wait, were you also drawing those symbols about lamias?"

"I think you mean 'writing' about lamias, not drawing, Rits. And yes, I took some notes about you here."

You flip to a page where you wrote "Lamia" and took some small notes about Rits' species and habits, along with the general notes about monster girls as a whole.

Rits takes the book and looks it over closely in silence.

"I... can't make sense of any of this What is it?"

"My language in written form. And making sense of it is called 'reading', but I guess you don't have much access to books out in the wild, so you can't read. I can teach you one day, if you'd like."

"You will?"

"Sure, we've got plenty of time to learn a lot about each other on our little journey. Remember how you said you'd teach me Slang?"

"Oh, of course, Darling! You teach me how to 'read', and I'll teach you to speak Slang. But..."

Rits focuses on her entry in the journal again.

"... you said nice things about me, right, Darling?"

"Yes, Rits. Very... *yawwwwwn*… nice things."

Peoria notices your prolonged yawn and states the obvious, as she is prone to do.

"Awww, looks like our little boy is all tuckered out! I don't blame you after your busy day. What do you say we finally rest for the night, dear?"

To say you had a busy day would be an understatement. You slept like a rock after your run-in with Rits yesterday, but tonight you very well might fall into a coma.

You don't have much energy to even talk now as Rits wraps her long body around you, making for a surprisingly comfy bed. Peoria also takes a resting position curled up near Rits, although she and all her daughters seem to sleep by sitting upright with their wings wrapped around their bodies, their heads cutely poking out of their feathery cocoons. They're all huddled together for warmth in a colorful mass of feathers.

Huh. Just like how normal birds sleep.

Although you passed out in Rits' arms last time, you're awake now and can see that she sleeps by lying on her torso like a normal human, resting her upper body on the end of her tail as if it were a very thick bolster pillow. It's pretty dang cute, actually.

You close your eyes and listen to the last crackles from the fire, the slow chirping of crickets and other forest nightlife down below, and the slow breathing from your female company. Combined with the comfort and safety of your wife's tail, it's hard to stay awake, even if you wanted to.

With that, the first day of your journey draws to a close.