Chapter 73 - Seventy-Three: Harpy

Chapter 73: Chapter Seventy-Three: Harpy

I tried to retreat, but I was trapped against the bars. She moved with a speed that was pure predator. In a blur of black feathers and wiry strength, she was on me. Her hands were strong, with sharp, black nails that shoved against my chest, and I hit the straw-strewn floor with a thump. Before I could even gasp, her weight was on my hips, pinning me down.

"Let’s not waste time, Hubby~," she purred, her crimson eyes glowing with manic hunger. She yanked my trousers down and, without ceremony, took my entire length into her mouth in one deep, swallowing plunge.

"GLURK!" she gagged instantly, but she didn’t pull back. Her throat worked frantically around me, her nose buried in my pubes. Schlorp! Gulp! Gag! The sounds were wet, desperate, and overwhelmingly lewd. Her head bobbed with a frantic, hungry rhythm, her inky hair and feathers tickling my stomach.

"Fuuuck..." The fear evaporated, burned away by the sheer, intense heat of her mouth. I looked at her, at the fierce concentration on her beautiful, sharp face, at the way her wings trembled with each deep-throat. The primal part of me that had been awakened in this mansion roared back to life. She wasn’t a gentle lover; she was a storm. And I found myself wanting to be wrecked by her.

"Gonna ride you for weeks, Hubby," she gasped, pulling off for a second, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to my tip. "Gonna fuck you until you’re empty. Gonna fill my nest with your strong, handsome babies." She dove back down, taking me even deeper, making herself choke again with a happy, muffled sound.

Between wet, sloppy sucks, she talked, her voice garbled. "Mmphf... that human bitch... Vesper... slurp... caught me in a net. Magic net. Gulp... Cheated. I was hunting... for a strong man like you. Nnngh... she wants my feathers. For her stupid potions. I’ll kill her. Schlorp... pluck her feathers. Make her scream."

She came up for air, panting, her lips swollen and glistening. "My sister... she got away. Smart. Fast. She’s free. Hunting for her own Hubby. I miss her. But I’ll have you. And our babies. We’ll be a flock again."

She grinned, a sharp, possessive thing. "And then... we’ll find that human bitch. Make her our pet. Or just... eat her." She licked her lips, then descended again, sucking with renewed, violent fervor.

Her words were a chaotic mix of lust, violence, and heartbreaking loneliness, all delivered with the casual cruelty of a wild thing. And as she serviced me with a skill that bordered on assault, I stopped being scared. The fear melted into a dark, coiling excitement. This wasn’t a pet. This was a captured hurricane. And for now, she wanted to drown me in her. I was more than okay with that.

Her desperation escalated. She gripped the base of my dick with one hand, holding it steady like a prize, and sucked with a ferocity that bordered on violence. "Hubby... glurk... Hubby!" she chanted, her voice a wet, choking prayer. Each repetition was punctuated by a deeper, more intense gag, her throat muscles spasming around me. Her crimson eyes, fixed on mine, seemed to lose their sharp focus. The pupils dilated, and a soft, pink glow started to emanate from them, the fierce intelligence momentarily drowned out by pure, lustful obsession. They practically turned into hearts.

With a final, wet POP! she pulled off, gasping for air, strands of spit and pre-cum connecting her lips to me. She didn’t wait. She scrambled up, straddling my hips, her powerful thighs clamping around me.

I felt it then... the incredible, radiating heat of her pussy. Not just warmth, but a feverish, hungry temperature that seared through the air as she rubbed her slick, swollen lips against the head of my cock. Her folds were already drenched, her arousal a musky, animal scent that flooded my senses.

"Mine," she growled, the word full of possession.

Then she dropped.

She took me inside her in one smooth, devastating motion, sinking down until our hips met. There was no gentle accommodation. Her insides were a furnace... hot, tight, and aggressively welcoming, clenching around me in a velvet fist of pure, claiming heat.

"NNNNNGGGGHUUUH~!" she threw her head back, her wings flaring out to their full, impressive span, every black feather trembling. "FULL! SO FULL! HUBBY’S COCK IS INSIDE! NNNH!"

And then she started to ride. It wasn’t a rhythmic bounce. It was a furious, grinding, squeezing assault. She used the powerful muscles of her thighs and core to piston herself up and down on my shaft, each descent a claiming, each ascent a promise of more. Her inner walls were very tight; they were rippling and clutching at me with an intensity that stole my breath.

"Ride!" she snarled, her hands braced on my chest, her nails digging in slightly. "Fuck! Breed! Give me your seed, Hubby! Pump it deep! Make my eggs fertile! AH! AH! AH!"

Her moans were raw, guttural, torn from a place of pure, feral need. The cage echoed with the wet slap of flesh, the rustle of her feathers, and her continuous, obscene litany. She was a creature of storm and hunger, and she was using my body to try and quench a thirst that had no bottom. And as she squeezed the very soul out of me with her hungry, hot cunt, all I could do was lie back and let the hurricane have its way.

The harpy’s ride was a relentless, punishing grind. Her hot, clutching pussy was a perfect, desperate vice, and she used it like a weapon of pleasure. Each downward slam of her hips drove me deeper, each upward grind of her pelvis massaged the most sensitive parts of my shaft. Her inner walls weren’t just tight; they were textured, with subtle ridges that seemed to drag across my skin with every movement, magnifying every sensation.

"Yes! Yes! Take it!" she screamed, her wings beating the air wildly, stirring up straw and dust. Her crimson eyes were glazed, lost in a frenzy of breeding lust. "Fill my womb! Make it overflow! I want to feel you pulse inside me! NNNNGGGH!"

Her pace was inhuman. A rapid, piston-like fucking that had the straw beneath us shifting and the cage bars rattling softly. The sound was a continuous, wet squelch-slap-squelch. She leaned forward, her heavy breasts swinging in my face, her sharp nails scraping lines down my chest. "Kiss them! Bite them! Mark your mate!"

I did. I sucked her dusky nipples into my mouth, biting down gently, then harder as she gasped and moaned. The taste of her skin, musky and wild, filled my senses.

The pressure in my balls wound tighter and tighter, a coil about to snap under her furious ministrations. With a final, guttural cry, I arched my back and came. Hot jets of cum erupted deep inside her hungry cunt. She shrieked in triumph, her own orgasm triggered by the feeling of being filled. Her pussy convulsed in violent, milking spasms, drawing out every last drop.

She collapsed on top of me, panting, her wings drooping. For a moment, there was stillness, broken only by our ragged breathing.

But it didn’t last. Before my softening cock could even slip out of her, she was moving again. She slithered down my body, her feathers tickling my skin, and took my spent dick into her mouth.

"No rest for Hubby," she murmured, her voice husky with satisfaction. Her tongue, clever and relentless, swirled around the sensitive head, lapping up the mixed fluids of our union. Then she began to suck again, not with the desperate hunger from before, but with a slow, deliberate, resuscitating rhythm. Her crimson eyes watched me as she worked, a knowing, possessive glint in them.

And against all odds, under the persistent, skilled suction of her mouth and the intoxicating sight of her fierce beauty between my legs, I felt blood rushing back. I hardened again, thick and full in her mouth.

She pulled off with a wet smile. "Good. Strong. Now..." She turned around, presenting her backside to me. Her ass was a perfect, rounded curve above her feathered thighs. She reached back, spreading her cheeks with both hands, exposing her tight, pink pucker. It was virgin territory, untouched. "Here. My other hole. Breed me there too."

She commanded.

I didn’t hesitate. I positioned myself behind her, spat into my palm to slick my renewed hardness, and pressed against that tight ring. She pushed back, forcing the head inside with a soft, wet pop.

"NNNH!" she gasped, her wings fluttering. "Deeper!"

I shoved forward, burying my entire length in her ass in one long, burning stroke. It was even tighter than her pussy, a smooth, clenching heat that threatened to overwhelm me immediately.

"FUCK!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the cage. "YES! SPLIT MY ASS! MAKE IT YOURS TOO!"

I started fucking her there. The rhythm was slower at first, the resistance immense. But she was soon meeting my thrusts, rocking back onto me, her talons digging grooves in the stone floor. "Harder!" she demanded. "Fuck my ass like you hate me! Like you want to break me!"

Her words were a lewd, violent provocation. I obliged. I gripped her hips and began to pound into her backdoor with increasing force. Each impact jolted her entire body. Thud. Thud. Thud.

"Talk to me," she grunted between thrusts. "Tell me what you’re doing to your harpy slut."

"I’m fucking your ass raw," I growled, my own voice rough with exertion. "I’m stretching it out. Making it a perfect hole for my cock."

"Yes!" she moaned, her head hanging low. "More! Call me your bitch! Your captured bird-bitch!"

"You’re my bitch," I said, slamming into her. "My wild, fucking harpy bitch. And I’m gonna fill this ass with cum until it leaks out of you for days."

She came then, a sharp, shuddering climax that made her asshole clamp down on me like a vise. "NNNGGGHAAAA~! DO IT! BREED MY ASS! FILL IT!"

The tightness, the submission, the sheer obscenity of it pushed me over the edge again. I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, pumping another heavy load deep into her bowels. She cried out, her body going limp, supported only by my grip and the cage bars she clung to.

I stayed inside her, both of us panting, joined in the most intimate, degrading way. The harpy, for the first time, was silent except for her ragged breaths. I had fucked her pussy and ass with a rough, claiming fury, and for now, the storm within her seemed... sated. Or at least, temporarily appeased.

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Time lost all meaning in the cage. The light from the high windows cycled from dawn-gold to noon-white to dusk-purple, then faded to the silver glow of magelights embedded in the ceiling. A day? Maybe more. There was only the harpy, her endless hunger, and the rising, aching exhaustion in my bones.

She named herself Kestra. The name came out between sessions, hissed with possessive pride. "Kestra," she’d say, pinning me beneath her, her crimson eyes inches from mine. "Your Kestra. Say it."

"Kestra," I’d gasp, and she’d reward me with a deep, claiming kiss that tasted of my own cum.

The fucking was endless, and she was endlessly creative in her demands. She was no longer the desperate, breeding-obsessed creature of the first hours. As my stamina flagged and hers seemed to only grow, her tone shifted. It became haughty, teasing, a predator playing with prey she had no intention of killing.

"Hmm, Hubby looks tired," she’d purr, straddling my face, her soaking pussy hovering just above my mouth. Her musk was thick, intoxicating. "Does Hubby need a drink? Open up." She’d lower herself onto my tongue, grinding against my face until I was lapping at her juices, choking on her taste. "Good boy. Now, get hard again. I’m not finished with you."

And somehow, I would. The degradation was its own fuel.

She explored every inch of my body with her mouth, her hands, her feathers. She’d pin me down and suck my cock until I came, then she’d lick the cum from my stomach and force me to kiss her wet heat. "Taste my pussy, Hubby. Taste all you want~"

But her true obsession became my obsession... her ass. Not just the tight hole, but the magnificent, rounded globes of it. It was a pale, snowy white against the black feathers of her lower back and thighs, impossibly soft yet firm. I couldn’t keep my hands off it.

"You like my butt, Hubby?" she’d tease, bending over a perch and swaying those cheeks hypnotically. "It’s big. Soft. Perfect for marking." I’d stumble over, my legs weak, and sink my fingers into the yielding flesh. I’d spank it until it glowed pink, then knead it, worship it with my hands and mouth before inevitably burying my cock in one of her holes.

"Fuck my butt, Hubby," she’d command, her voice dripping with haughty lust. "Fuck it until you forget any other ass exists." And I would. I’d take her from behind, gripping those snowy mounds, fucking her ass with a slow, deep intensity that left us both trembling. I came in her ass more times than I could count, each load feeling like I was pouring a piece of my soul into her.

But the holes didn’t stop there.

"My mouth is lonely, Hubby," she’d say, and I’d fuck her throat until she gagged and tears streamed down her fierce face, her eyes shining with triumphant pleasure.

She’d wrap her powerful thighs around my head and demand I eat her pussy for hours, until my jaw ached and she’d screamed through a dozen shuddering orgasms.

Then there were the... other places.

"Between my tits, Hubby," she ordered one time, squeezing her heavy breasts around my cock. I fucked her cleavage, the soft, warm valley a different kind of friction, and came all over her neck and chin. She laughed, a low, husky sound, and licked it clean.

She’d lie on her back, pull her knees to her chest, and guide me to fuck the sensitive, hidden skin of her inner thigh, right against her sopping core. "Here. Almost there. Tease us both."

She even, in a moment of particularly lewd inspiration, pressed her slick pussy lips against my own asshole, grinding against me, whispering, "Do you want Kestra to take you here, Hubby? To fuck you like you fuck me?" I’d been too spent, too overwhelmed to answer, and she’d just laughed and returned to riding my cock.

My cum was everywhere. In her pussy, her ass, her stomach, her throat. On her face, her breasts, her wings. It matted her black feathers in sticky patches. It filled her to the brim, until it leaked out of her constantly, a visible proof of our days-long debauchery. Her previously flat stomach now had a slight, rounded firmness to it.

I grew weaker. My thrusts became shallow. My orgasms were dry, aching things that left me shivering. But Kestra’s hunger was undimmed. She’d get me hard with her mouth or her hands, then climb aboard, riding me with a relentless, joyous energy, her moans a continuous soundtrack of lewd triumph.

"You’re mine, Hubby," she’d whisper in my ear as she squeezed another weak orgasm from me with the muscles of her pussy. "My perfect, exhausted stud. You’ll fuck me until there’s nothing left, and I’ll love every second. And when you’re empty, you’ll sleep. And when you wake up, we’ll start again."

On what might have been the second or third day, as I lay on my back, barely able to lift my arms, she knelt over me. She was a vision of debauched beauty: cum-streaked, feathers in disarray, her eyes gleaming with possessive love. She took my soft, sore cock in her hand, stroking it slowly.

"One more, Hubby," she cooed, her tone haughty yet tender. "For your Kestra. One more load, right here." She guided me to her pussy, already overflowing, and sank down, taking me into that familiar, claiming heat. "Give me your last one. Let me feel you pulse inside me one more time."

There was nothing left. But my body, trained by her over these endless hours, responded to her voice, her touch. A faint, final throb of pleasure. A last, thin trickle of seed.

She sighed, a sound of deep, profound satisfaction, and collapsed on top of me, her wings enveloping us both in a soft, black cocoon.

"Good Hubby," she murmured, nuzzling my neck. "Now sleep. I’ll keep you warm. And when you wake... we’ll see if you can do it all again."

Exhaustion claimed me before I could feel fear. The last thing I knew was the smell of sex and feathers, and the steady, possessive beat of her heart against my chest.