No. Not really (cock tease)

The Vulture harpies all fall silent and liturally crane they necks over to look at your groin.

"Pretty boy's little pretty boy is not so little! KEKEKKKE!" One of them screams and the rest erupt in uproarious cackling. Again you feel yourself blush a furious red.

The first Vulture Harpy that seems to be the dominant one and who had shuffled over to your pelvis reaches out a viciously taloned claw and delicately plucks at your flaccid cock. You jerk involuntarily but the hag tightens her clawed diddgets around your penis.

You become intimately aware of every scale and callous on the hags foot. If you weren't completely over your head right now you could perhaps find some pleasure in it but you end up hyperventilating from fear instead.

The hags beady eyes stare at you from a bed of wrinkles astutely and with a firm tug she lets your dick slip out of her clawed grip.

You yelp at the sensation, but then feel embarassed as your cock comes away from it's ordeal half hard. Some of the younger vulture harpies snigger at your half-mast and nudge each other meaningfully.

"Pretty boy is scared, keke." The Harpy chuckles sinisterly. And you swallow hard as you feel on of the Harpies holding down your right arm tighten it's scaled grip on it.

"But don't worry," she croons which sounds more mocking than comforting as she partially unfolds her great wings, bringing the flight feathers before her.

"we'll make little pretty boy feel good. Kekekeke..." You throw your head back and gasp as the Vulture harpy's flight feathers caress the underside of you'd dick, which jumps to life at the sensation.

The other harpy's all giggle in that sinister manner of theirs. Some crowding closer.

The Harpy between your legs continues to caress your cock with its feathers and you tremble in mortification even as your cock perks up to full mast in interest.

It's beady black eyes stare at you hungrily from where they are set on her bald head. An eery sight and you shiver with apprehension. A fear you've been trying to suppress churning in your gut.

"You said you were just going to look." You murmur in a small voice and you are mortified by how pathetic you sound.

The other Harpies snigger but the one who's teasing your dick merely leans forward, folding its flight feathers away and stroking your cock with a firmer touch using wrists of its wings.

It's neck extends once again in that manner which always freaks you out, the wrinkled and sagging skin stretching and pulling along its neck like some cotton sleeve being slowly pulled down a long arm.

We only want to see little pretty boy grown up. She murmurs and your breath hitches as her feather wrists jerk your dick particularly hard, causing you to throw back your head let out a slight:

"Ah!" Vulture harpies all around you snicker unkindly.