“So what is a poor, dumb, level 1 human like you doing in the middle of the Wildlands, and how aren’t you dead yet?” Sunnild yells at you. You can barely hear her over the sound of the rushing wind and the beating of her wings.
“I don’t even know where I am!” You shout back, “I just woke up in a canyon down there a few hours ago. I’m from so far away I don’t even know how far away I’m from!”
The position she’s carrying you in has your arms wrapped around her waist and your head resting on top of the armored shelf of her breastplate. It’s extremely uncomfortable, but her grip under your arms is incredibly strong for a woman of her slender build and she doesn’t seem to be struggling to keep hold of you or maintain her altitude. Honestly, you’re not sure she should even be able to fly, not even with four wings as big as hers are -- you guesstimate about a seven or eight meter wingspan for each pair of wings -- but it sure seems to be working so you’re not going to point that out to her. Even assuming she’s got magic working for her, her back and upper chest muscles must be immensely strong.
“That doesn’t make any sense to me, but I’m not gonna make a fuss about a nice-looking, healthy young male practically falling right into my lap!”
It’s very difficult to shout an ‘uhh’, but you do your best because you really need some clarification right about now. “So, uhh, you keep going on about me being a male and my other spear and fucking me over and over. I thought it was just sarcasm at first, but you’re … serious, aren’t you?”
“Yep!” She replies cheerfully, “What, you never heard of Harpies where you’re from either?”
“Well, yes,” you reply, “But I never met any.” Truth. “And the legends of my people don’t exactly paint a happy picture of what happens to anyone who gets carried off by a Harpy. Of course, they also clearly messed up some other details, like you’ve got four wings and I was expecting two, so I’m willing to keep an open mind about the rest. You promise you’re not just carrying me off so you can rip me limb from limb and eat my heart or anything?”
Sunnild laughs heartily at that. “Darlin’, if that’s what I wanted I would’ve just dropped you a few minutes ago when we crossed the border into Ash Sister territory. You would’ve gone splat on the rocks and been nicely tenderized and ready for eatin’. But no, we aren’t savages, even if you humans like to think everything which doesn’t look just like you is no more than a beast. We don’t eat the flesh of people and we actually prefer our males to be well-fed, entertained, and happy. Makes them a lot more creative with the fucking! Nine Hells, we don’t even make ‘em stick around if they really don’t want to. We’re not rapists or kidnappers, though I’m gonna be a teeny bit pissed at you if I don’t get at least one good tumble out of carrying you this far. You’re not exactly a feather pillow you know!”
You grip her tighter around the waist and exclaim, “I’m sorry! Please don’t drop me!”
Sunnild just laughs again and says, “Don’t worry, darlin’. I didn’t bring you this far just to stumble right before the finish line. Just another minute or so and we’ll be at the Ayrie. I’d point it out to you but you’re too busy rubbing your face on my tits. Not that I’m complain’, mind, but it’ll be better for both of us once I’ve got my armor off!”
Man, this lady just does not let up. Either she’s the horniest woman you have ever met or she’s bringing you home to be chopped up and devoured by her whole family. You’re starting to consider that the first might be the worse of the two options -- at least being butchered would be quick -- when she calls out, “Pull your feet up, we’re comin’ in for the landing now!” Immediately you pull your knees up and wrap your shins around her thighs. Sunnild beats her wings fiercely and you can feel her legs flexing with the impact as she lands. Tentatively you unhook your legs from around hers again and maneuver your feet to the floor, then loosen your **** grip from around her waist and stand up.
You look around and see that you are on a semicircular stone balcony at the top of a steep hill or small mountain. There are other similar balconies scattered around to the left and the right, each leading to a smooth hole in the rock about three meters in diameter. There are glowing lights positioned at the entrance to the tunnel, but they turn off as Sunnild takes your hand and begins pulling you -- gently, but firmly -- inside.
“Now, like I said, I’m not a ****. If you really, really don’t wanna give me a jolly tumble in the hay, we’ll figure out some other way for you to repay me for savin’ your life. But either way, please follow me to my chambers. I need to give you my token so none of the bitches around here try to sink their talons into you.” You nod silently to her -- in for a penny, in for a pound, at this point -- and she turns and leads the way deeper into the Ayrie.
You notice two things very quickly as you follow her. First, she has feathers instead of hair; they’re sort of fluffy and downy and come down to just below her shoulders and you really, really want to touch them. Second, her ass is a-maz-ing. It is the most perfect bubble butt you have ever seen in your entire life, and the way she’s swaying her hips as she walks means she probably knows it, too. You shift the balance between **** by fucking a nymphomaniac and **** by being devoured by her whole family back in favor of **** by being eaten being worse. Sure, it might take a while to die by excessive sex, but what a way to go!
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