Save Niki.

As you sprint out from behind the rock with your party behind you, Niki looks to be at the end of her rope. Beads of sweat roll down from her bangs, and over the sensitive, shivering curves of her dark physique. With only a few more licks, and more teasing down her armpits and over her sides, the pure thrill of being completely pinned down with no hope of escape builds upon her intense arousal, and the entire situation pushes her over the breaking point. The ticklegasm hits her, and she calls out desperately towards the sky as her head rolls back, and the sensation of pure, dizzying joy tingles through her entire body.

"Niki, no!" you shout.

The harpy turns her head. "Shit! All you needed to do was distract them for a few minutes, so we could grab the tougher one. I'm not done yet!"

"S-Sorry." your harpy hostage apologizes with a frown.

As you near with your blade, she lunges up into the air. The shorter one joins her. They flap their wings and remain about fifteen feet in the air, and gaze town towards your party in frustration.

After a long pause, the one that appears to be the leader by the way she's been speaking, spits off to the side and sighs. "You win. Please just let her go."

You, Eva, and Amara glance to the pink-haired harpy. With a shrug, you let her fly free. Once she reaches her allies, the continue up towards a higher point, where they perch in a row and pout. It grants your party the freedom to run over to Niki to make sure she's all right, and not growing feathers. Fortunately, she just looks completely exhausted.

"Are you all right?" Amara asks, wrapping her arm around her to help her sit up.

"Y-Yeah," Niki mutters. "Just give me a few..."

As you look back up, you can see the others doing the same for their pink-haired companion. I guess they at least care about each other.

"How dare you grab us like that, you jerks!" Eva shouts. "Kyle could see up my skirt from below!"

That's what she cares about?

The leader harpy scoffs. "Anyone under five feet could see under that skirt, girly. But you're really damn cute. Stay here with us, if you want to feel the kind of things your friend there was feeling."

"No way!" Eva replies with pink in her cheeks. "Give it up already. You lost. We're going back to our path, and if I see you harpies again, I'll blast you out of the sky."

"All right, all right. Yeesh." She waves her wing dismissively. "I get it. But really, we wouldn't have hurt you. Wings are pretty handy, you know."

You look to your party. Niki, an exotic beauty, a warrior, but with arms made of raven wings, and feet with powerful talons. Eva, a girl with the ears and tail of a rabbit, but her wings you presume would be the same lavender as her hair. You wonder if even elves can be harpies. Amara would have glorious golden feathers. But you shake your mind back into reality.

"I am glad I ran into the rest of you," Amara says, and helps Niki to stand. "I was quite worried."

You approach Amara and take hold of her robe. "Allow me," you say as you speak the word, "Mend". It takes two, one to fix the tear on the bottom, and the other for the top. Her dress is soon looking as good as new.

Useful spell.