Chapter 5: Tutoring

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Even after Hadrian woke the next morning, Arriat and Torria refused to leave his side. Every moment he had spent in their house since leaving the dinner table had been awash in pleasure. Every move they made seemed calculated to provide the maximum amount of stimulation, every word seemed to come as close to a double entendre as they could make it. When they weren’t fucking, they were riling each other up for the next round. It wasn’t until Hadrian’s third orgasm of the morning that he finally got a long enough breather to start saying his goodbyes. He’d lost count of how many times they woke him up in the middle of the night.

“Are you certain you need nothing else? I suppose there is little that we can provide that the many servants at the Lord’s Castle cannot, but we would be happy to do anything we can, all the same.”

“No, I’m quite alright Arriat, but don’t think I don’t appreciate the offer,” Hadrian said, reaching up and caressing her cheek.

“Excellent… if all your needs have been met, you should survive this next part with your sanity intact,” Torria said. There was a dangerous gleam in her eye, one that had Hadrian on edge. Alonna moved her hand noticeably toward the bow on her back.

“Come on in, girls!”

The door burst open as if an invading army were approaching. Two of the harpy children, Metti and Allara, both burst through and headed straight for Hadrian. Alonna jerked slightly, hand twitching toward her weapon, training kicking in, then she eased up as she noticed the people entering. A soft smile touched upon her face, and slowly she turned to Hadrian, cocking an eyebrow as she spoke.

“Would you like me to assist you, Lord? It might help, if they are to learn how a woman should treat the Lord,” Alonna offered, holding out a hand in a gesture of aid.

“Please, by all means,” Hadrian returned, motioning to the two harpies who were suddenly crowding around him, pushing him steadily back toward the bed. Truthfully, with how worn he was from the previous night, he didn’t entirely have faith that he could handle both Allara and Metti; any help he could get in satisfying the young harpies would’ve been a welcome reprieve. Still, he couldn’t find it in him to say no to such willing and eager participants.

“Very well. Stand at attention!”

Metti and Allara both stood stock still, freezing as if by magic rather than command. They were still holding on to Hadrian for a moment, but then decided better of it, releasing him and stepping back quickly. Their feathers stood nearly on end as they straightened their backs and glanced toward Alonna, perhaps not expecting the sudden change in demeanor.

“The first step toward intimacy is familiarity. Lord, why don’t you explore their bodies? They seem eager to take charge; perhaps it would be best for them to learn some patience, first.”

Hadrian couldn’t find any reason he wouldn’t enjoy exploring the body of a nubile harpy, so he obliged, stepping forward where the two young women had stepped back. Their bodies were a bit less developed than Arriat and Torria’s, but their figures were still deliciously developed. Hadrian started with Metti, her dark crimson feathers brushing up against him as he positioned himself against her body, eagerly drinking in her somewhat nervous expression.

“Not used to letting others take charge? I’ve had plenty of time to adjust to it, let me show you what it’s like from the other side,” Hadrian whispered, coming in close and latching on to the young woman’s neck. Metti let out a soft gasp as Hadrian alternated kisses and short nibbles along her collar, teasing the sensitive skin beneath her feathers. She had no taste, but her feathers tickled his tongue, making the experience a very interesting one regardless.

“I- ah, I’ve never had anything… up there… get me nice and wet,” Metti begged as Hadrian devoured her collarbone, gripping his back as though it were her only harbor from a storm of passion.

“Don’t worry,” Hadrian replied, enjoying the feeling of being the more experienced one for the first time since he’d arrived. “We have all day.”

“Oh, Lord, I hope so,” Metti said, her voice quaking as Hadrian sank them down onto the bed together. The sheets Hadrian had grown intimately familiar with overnight became his playground now, as the young harpy was content to allow him free access to every inch of her body, feathers and skin sliding against each other in a dance of pleasure. Allara moved forward until her knees were knocking against the end of the bed, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of jealousy and delight.

Hadrian worked his way down her body, alternately kissing and licking wherever her feathers seemed the thinnest. A throaty cooing sound came every time his lips touched her skin, not unlike an actual bird’s. Hadrian sought out those noises, making the most of his newfound role and eking out every ounce of pleasure he could from his captive. As Hadrian reached Metti’s stomach, he felt her legs slowly wrapping around his back. The girl had strength, he could tell that much, but she seemed to be keeping it in check.

“Mmm, go ahead, I can’t wait,” Metti said as Hadrian slid down to his knees, placing his head firmly at her entrance. He moved closer until his breath was tickling her skin and he could feel her legs twitching around him with each exhale. Metti made a low moaning sound, but didn’t try to encourage Hadrian any further. Both of her wings were locked over her mouth to quiet her desires, but that only encouraged Hadrian further. After the wonderful hell he’d been subject to the night before, his own desires were secondary to making the young harpy scream.

Hadrian started off by running his tongue gently along her skin, circling her reddened lips and growing closer with each stroke. His arms gently snaked around her thighs, holding them steady so that he didn’t have to worry about her surprisingly firm muscles clamping down on his neck. Metti was obviously fighting the urge to squeeze, but the twitches and moans she gave with every stroke of his tongue told him it was not a simple task.

“Ah, so this is the Lord’s tongue… so gentle, but I can feel how rough you can be,” Metti hummed, her chest actually vibrating a little as Hadrian began to get more and more into each lick.

“You don’t have to hold back, Lord… she’s used to me, and I can get a little out of hand,” Allara teased, having shuffled around from the end of the bed until she was standing beside Hadrian. Her feathers lightly brushed against her sister’s skin as she rubbed against her outer thighs and stomach, causing Metti to twitch back and forth and giggle between her moans.

Hadrian wanted to take it easy and slow so that he had a bit more time to warm up and recover, but he found himself pressing more fervently with his ministrations. The thought of the two sisters spending so many nights together as lovers was a strangely exciting thought. Metti gushing and moaning under the eager hands and tongue of her older sister, riding out orgasm after orgasm… despite the fact that he’d seen similar relationships among the High Council’s visiting family, there was still something erotically taboo about the whole situation to him.

Before Hadrian knew what he was doing, his face was buried in Metti’s crotch, lapping eagerly at her soft, puffy lips. Metti groaned and flailed her arms lightly on the sheets every time he paused to pay more attention to her clit, and her thighs gently massaged his head, urging him to enjoy her even more.

“Ah, that’s so good, show me how much you want me,” Metti purred.

“She’s a needy one, isn’t she?” Allara whispered, leaning in close. “Don’t worry; I’ll quiet her down so that you can work.”

At first, Hadrian thought that she was going to take a lesson from her parents and mount Metti – something he would’ve been more than happy to repeat – but instead she leaned over and captured her sister’s lips in a passionate kiss, lips crashing together in a display of not-quite-sisterly affection. Hadrian could just make it out over Metti’s budding tits, and the sight encouraged him further. Judging by the way Metti’s pussy was nearly dripping onto his lips, she was enjoying it just as much.

While she was distracted, Hadrian decided he didn’t want to be outdone. Allara and Metti had years of practice pleasuring each other – he had to take this seriously. Reaching around Metti’s thighs, Hadrian slipped a finger inside of her moist folds, moving his mouth up to focus all his attention on her tiny clit. She reacted almost immediately, losing what little restraint she had left and actively grinding into Hadrian’s tongue, pressing hard against his invading digit.

“Please, up!” Metti cried, breaking away from Allara just long enough to let out those words. Hadrian decided to honor the request, inserting another finger into Metti’s quivering sex and pressing upward. As soon as he found a rougher patch inside of her, Metti arched her back upward so high that Hadrian again found himself questioning how flexible harpies could really be. With a quick move to suck at her clit and drag it roughly across his tongue, that angle doubled.

“Yes, oh god, oh god yes!”

Hadrian could hear the words even through Allara’s mouth as Metti screamed them. Allara had reached down to tweak at her nipples, and the multitude of stimulations had proved too much. Metti’s inner walls contracted so tightly around his fingers that Hadrian couldn’t help but imagine those walls pulling at his cock with that much ****.

When the girl’s orgasm finally died down, she was a mess on the bed, tongue hanging out and eyes half-closed in bliss.

“Oh my,” Arriat said, her wing covering her mouth to hide her giggling, “it looks like she was more excited about this than we thought. It’s going to take her a minute to recover. That means you’re mine!”

Allara leaped onto Hadrian with enough **** to knock him over, rolling them across the sheets until they were laying side by side. Hadrian was going to move on top of her, but Allara didn’t seem interested in switching positions. She was simply grinding, rubbing herself furiously against his erection with such vigor Hadrian was worried she might rub it off.

“Metti has always been too nervous for me to put anything up there… but it’s not fair that she gave you something special like that when I’ve already been experimenting. Maybe… maybe I could give you a first too?”

Allara’s voice was husky and filled with need; she had been waiting for Hadrian to finish with her sister, but obviously not very patiently. Hadrian wasn’t quite sure what she was implying, though.

“From what I know, I’m the only man in Rafflesia… I assume it’s a first time for everyone.”

“Well… I can make it a real first…”