You’re Starved

A hunger unlike any you’ve known seizes your belly as you take the Harpy’s massive cock into your mouth. A churning need that echoes the one growing deep inside your ass... or is it the same?

You don’t even hesitate to start taking the bird-man’s meat as deep into your throat as you can manage on your own - not even stopping to think about the sheer size of it until you can smell the ozone and spice in his feathery pubes.

You whine around his cock, trying in vain to get the last inches down by gripping his meaty ass with both hands. He laughs at this, and you feel the edges of his taloned fingers at the back of your head in response.

“Here, let me help you...”

He was strong enough to lift you from the cliff side, but it still catches you off-guard how easily he forces your nose into his groin, his fattening cock filling the last spaces in your throat, the fat head of it pulsing and leaking down into your gullet.

A strange, warbling hiss leaves the Harpy’s mouth. His own passion enflamed by your hunger, he starts to pull your head back and forth up and down the length of his drooling rod in time with your own needy slurping and bobbing. He wants to feed you as much as you want to be fed!

His noises grow louder, your own slurping and struggling and other grunting noises of effort also raising in return. You shift your weight on the bed, angling your body to get your prize as deeply as possible, unwittingly presenting your firm, rounded ass and arched back to one of the windows as other Harpy-men come to investigate.

A hawk-like screech is the only warning you get before the cock in your mouth swells and starts to hose down your throat with thick seed - so far beyond your tongue you don’t so much taste it as feel it as a rapidly spreading heat in your belly.

As your “nurse” starts to recover, he’s still incredibly hard - and still cumming as he pulls himself from your throat and mouth; though this allows you to get a taste of him properly, the last few spurts glaze your face, which he gently cradles... though his attention is on the window now, and you follow his gaze, counting at least 3 other Harpy-men. The one holding you greets them.