What to do with a broody Hawkgirl?

Waddling down the ruins of the Halls of Justice with her new prize in hand, Diana heard noises coming from the next room, a smirk on her lips when she quickly recognised them as Hawkgirl’s spawn fluttering and squawking nearby. Stepping inside, she was mildly amused to find the large chamber crowded with fluttering harpies taking roost on the ceiling where trees had sprouted and grown from cracks in the floor, with their mother at the center trying to keep order of it all.

“Having trouble keeping house?” Diana mused out loud, her hands at her wide hips as she watched them all flutter about over head, a wild orgy had erupted amongst the harpies as they ground and thrashed about in the trees, their wings flapping as Hawkgirl’s sons mounted as many females as they could. Snorting and braying out, they had all lost themselves to their hormones. Already some of them looked bloated with child and only growing larger with each mating.

Spotting the Amazonian satyress enter the room, Shayera flew down to ground level with a huff. With a hand at her lower back, the heavily pregnant harpy huffed and moaned to herself as she scratched an itch between her large breasts. Her swollen belly jolting with activity within and making the woman flush with arousal.

“Diana! Thank goodness you are here. I’ve tried keeping them apart but once they grow up… and they grow up FAST, its almost impossible to separate them.” Pouted Hawk Girl, squirming on the spot as she inhaled the spicy smell of her adult children and other satyrs overhead making out or mating in her presence.

“Hmm… I like it how it is now, why deny their desires any longer Shayera? I’d encourage it.”

"W-what?" Shayera gasped out in shock.

Approaching the winged satyress, Diana pressed her stomach against the surprised woman, gently pushing her back until her wings and back pressed against the wall. Reaching out, Diana groped and massaged at the winged satyress’s womb, feeling out one unborn child after another gestating in Hawkgirl’s belly. With her own womb pressed against hers, Diana’s unborn kicked and thrashed against Shayera’s, making the winged satyress pant and swoon from the added activity. Her face became more flushed and aroused as it all began to take a toll on her strength of will.

“Don’t you want MORE harpies sister? You crave a strong flock as I do a herd.”

“I…”

Leaning in close, their breasts mashed together as Diana pulled the red-haired woman’s head close, capturing her lips in a languid kiss that surprised Shayera only briefly before she quickly reciprocated. Moaning into each other’s mouths, the two basking in the heat and humidity of the orgy overhead.

“Let them breed Shayera, let them multiply, we’ll need a strong flying **** if we’re to face Buck. Can you imagine it sister? The skies dark with the wings of your progeny.”

“I… I…”

Capturing her lips again, Hawkgirl no longer had any resistance, their tongues swirling in each other’s mouths as Shayera reached out and groped at the amazon’s breasts and thighs. Pressing more tightly against one another, the two moaned and swooned. Spinning and trading places, Diana smiled into the kiss as she was pressed into the wall while Shayera growled into her mouth and wrestled her tongue around the amazon’s. Hearing something heavy land behind them, Diana opened one of her eyes and grinned at the sight of one of the male harpies snorting with arousal as he leered at Shayera’s rump. Seeing his growing arousal, Diana reached an arm over Hawkgirl’s shoulder with a ‘come hither’ gesture to the winged satyr.

“Say my name sister, say it loud enough to be heard over these Man-made walls…”

Not needing any other invitation, the male grabbed hold of Shayera’s wide hips and speared into her nethers from behind. Gasping from the intrusion and biting her lip as the male began to buck and thrust fast and hard into her. Diana smiled wickedly and slide out of the way for Hawkgirl to press up against the wall as she was mounted from behind. Moaning out shamelessly as the peak of her arousal reached a boiling point. Waddling past the two, Diana traced a finger up the male’s arm, around his shoulder and down his back, causing him to shiver and erupt early. The result of which made Hawkgirl cry out in her own orgasm.

Leaning up to the brute, Diana grabbed his chin and pulled him into a languid kiss.

“Do her hard, do her ROUGH, I want to hear her wail while I return to the pool.” She purred, licking up his pointed ear. “And when you’ve got her screaming my name, you can have ME next.”

Gritting his teeth and nickering, the male did as he was told while Diana left the large chamber. A cruel smile on her lips as she heard the queen of harpies screaming out Diana’s name.