The girl is tall. Not overly tall, not of Amazonian Height, but tall still. 5 feet and 10 inches, that's pretty tall. Flaming red hair cut to the shoulders, and bangs that frame the face. A smattering of red scales dot her face like freckles, indistinguishable from the real thing unless you have good eyesight or lean in close. Her eyes are a deep molten gold, shimmering in the center of the nearly human face containing a small mouth that fails to form even a lightly predatory smile despite her best efforts, a nose best defined as 'button,' and human ears.
Her breasts are large, a heavy DD-cup, though by design and not birth, and are partly covered by her mother's old Red scale mail bikini top. Suspicions abound about whether or not the red scales are actually her mother's shed scales. Red scales flow from her elbows to her fingertips, and her knees to her toes, ending in clawed feet and hands. Her body is made up of tight and coiled muscle, her tanned once-pale skin pulled tight to her, wherever there are no scales. Her leather pants sit buttoned securely in the crotch, but low on her wide hips and still hugging tightly to her inner thighs and groin. Her long scaled tail exits from just above her half-revealed shapely buttocks, a pale white flame always burning cold along its' length, though it suffuses her with heat and arousal.
The string of a flatbow presses on the center of the bikini top as it hangs upon her back, only making her cleavage more pronounced. In sight there are no arrows, making others wonder why it is she carries a bow at all. In the front of her leather pants bulges her softened meat; Seven long inches of two inch wide flaccid horsecock with an equally unexcited knot at its' base. Of course, like you might expect, when fully erect it doubles in both length and width, its' flared tip and its' knot expanding even beyond that. A cock molded specifically to claim any hole it happens to use, stretching it so that a smaller dick might never seek pleasure there. The fully fertile orbs below are three inches across and churn out half a bucket of spunk in a single shot, with the fertility of the pale flame nearly ensuring conception.
The mirror the girl stands in is wreathed in gold, with strangely cut gems forming what might be words or runes. I am that girl, Bona, the mostly-Salamander. The mirror in front of me is enchanted in some way that causes introspection, and greater length of thought. It is not at all what I came here looking for. One of Sophie's stupid bimbo harpy daughters, my loving half sister by our father, came this way just minutes ago. That's what I'm looking for.
I'm fast, but fast is rather relative to what you are comparing the speed to, and then relative again to what you're fast at doing. I'm fast at running, faster than dad and faster than mom. I'm even faster than Izumi and she moves six feet in one step in addition to her training. The stupid harpy is barely faster than average when flying is involved. However, flying has a different gauge entirely when it comes to speed. She can't technically out run me, but she can certainly outrun me. Easily.
It's the worst, really it is. Being faster than me doesn't give her more stamina than me, thankfully. The birdbrain knew I'd just grown a cock, dad told everyone in the city in fact, all of Fort Camp knew. All my various extra mothers and fathers and half brothers and half sisters and all their slutty fucking friends, dad told them all. Not all directly of course, dad told the parents who then went on to tell their millions of ant-children or their hundreds of shark-babies or their thousands of stupid fucking bird kids or whatever. It's not really a problem, really its' not, I was going to tell them anyways. I can't keep secrets from family, they're too important to me.
Even the fucking bird I'm chasing down right now. The problem wasn't ever that they knew, the problem was what one sibling does to another sibling. Teasing. Oh man am I feeling teased right now. I have that filthy fucking harpy lipstick all over my cheek, and all I want to do is grab the girl and pound her until she turns to jelly. In the sexual way. I'll be gentle, really, or as gentle as she wants me to be anyways which is hopefully not very.
I can't exactly ask one of dad's favorite harpies, and I can't ask any of my other half-sister harpies because I'd be way too embarrassed, of course the harpies on the mountain are all mostly in hiding because they've been disappearing because of dad. They just don't know that it's always willingly. My only real option is to pretend its' some kind of punishment for the girl that forced me into the action in the first place, and fuck her brains out until I'm satisfied. After that I guess I can claim her for myself since she'll be too gaping even for most minotaurs.
The building's only got one exit that isn't the tiny windows or the door I watched her go in through. Then of course I followed her here, her beautiful fucking voice humming me along down the stairs to the underground, and just a few minutes ago it cut off right as I caught up. The only thing in the room I know she was in, this room, is this mirror.
I can read, kind of. I can spell every name in my family, and I have a big family, and I can write all the cool words like 'Admiral,' 'Wolverine,' 'Lightning-bolt,' and 'Baggage.' I can write down the names of all my spells, Erection and Bondage being my favorites. I named those myself. However even though I know so many letters, I don't know any of the letters that the gems in the gold rim of the mirror are cut to resemble. I assume they're letters because they certainly aren't pretty and don't form any kind of pattern, and there's no reason to cut gems like that otherwise. Perfectly good gems you could spend on something delicious at a restaurant, or something wet and feathery at a brothel. Which Fort Camp doesn't fucking have because nearly everyone's up for a proposition unless they're way too serious or not into incest. Which until recently was only me. Now I don't care. Now I think incest makes it kind of hot.
If I'd known I'd chase her this far I would have just gone to Raphael's place, he's got a harpy in there somewhere. Tel'Adre seemed so far away at the time but I could have been there hours ago. Now I've invested too much in the hunt, and I have to admit it's made me almost as excited as a beat down.
The mirror definitely makes me think, that's got to be whatever those letters do. They make you think when you look at them too much. All the while I've stood here thinking about next to nothing important, and I keep getting hornier and hornier without a Harpy and the white glow of everything around me only serves to remind me that I'm fertile now; If I want an egg from this Harpy it's unlikely I won't get one. That makes me even hornier; She isn't in heat but it won't matter, unless she's taking contraceptives I'll be a dad soon, and an aunt to the same kid. Harpies load up with a new egg way before they go into heat after all.
I'm going to catch her and fuck the stuffing out, and then think up names for my very own phoenix baby. Mirror made me waste so much time. I kick out at it in frustration.
Only to be surprised when going forward with the kick, leaning into it, sends the rest of my body tumbling after my clawed foot that never connected with the ground, or the mirror for that matter. I fall through the full body mirror, unable to bring my wits about until I'm fully through, and turning around to grab it's edges doesn't work since it isn't there anymore. Just blue sky. Figures kicking something magical would end me in trouble. Dad always said that was a bad idea. Although he also said to take out your aggression on whatever was nearest to you, and to put your balls to the wall when it counts. However, I've got to think of a way out of this situation, since I'm falling from a very likely deadly height.
"AAAAaaAAaaaAAAahhHHHHh!" Screaming usually works. I've been in trouble a few times and the screaming has brought someone to my rescue five of the seven times. Once I got out of trouble myself and the other time there wasn't really any danger, I'd just suddenly gone pale for my own father and decided love wasn't worth the flack I'd get since I'm always telling everyone else how wrong it is to do something like that, that's why I ditched my gender and got a new one. Obviously I don't think so any more, and everybody's been real confused about my pale tail, but it's not like I'm required to tell them.
It worked this time, too. Of course it did, really. I mean she couldn't have gone far, even with her speed, and I could likely be heard for more than a mile. My little sister flies out of the trees down below and comes straight to my rescue. I'm grateful, really, but the heat suffusing my cock only multiplies now that I can actually see her. Regardless of how I feel about it, or how much willpower I use to try and contain it, blood starts pumping straight into my dick, and it starts to swell. I quickly unbutton the crotch so I don't rip the only pants I've got in the middle of nowhere, flipping out a swelling blunt tipped newly re-purposed bird-breaker and its' two lackeys. I'm going to absolutely brain her with this before I fuck her. Just to emphasize my frustration.
When she catches me by the arm in her talons, I grin in what I'd like to think was an evil way but I've been told just makes me look endearing because of my small mouth. I pull myself up, making sure to grab and hold fast to one of her legs just above the talons in case she thinks escaping might be a good idea once she can see me hardening. Then, my grip secure, I look around for some kind of sign of civilization or danger or shelter. It would be good to avoid interruptions. I found something pretty quickly, and fairly close; Only a couple miles out.
"Hey bird-brain!" I shouted over the roaring wind, my voice likely barely reaching her before being lost in the sky. "Look that way! There's some kind of old camp! Set down there!"
"Left or Right?!" She asked just as loudly, apparently unable to find it. Obviously, it was pretty far.
"I don't know the difference!" I shouted. I get told all the time but it's not a concept that's easy to remember, and it's not usually important anyways. "Whichever one is the talon that I'm grabbing! But towards your back, too!" I said, squeezing a little so she'd feel it.
"That's Left!" She said, turning that way and scanning more carefully, flying in the general direction of what I wanted. It kind of pisses me off that someone who has literal bimbo-blood running through their veins can remember that kind of thing when it's so hard for me. She can't find it immediately, having to search for a while as I stare right at it. I've got better eyesight than most, training for ranged magic and archery can do that, and harpies aren't the kind of birds with the bad ass telescopic vision. They pretty much have human senses.
She did find it soon, and we landed. There were drawings of some kind of dog head on the fallen tents and in the center there was a shabby cabin with a ruined door with the same symbol on it, but good windows and none of the wood was rotting. "It'll be a little dusty but it'll do." I said, grabbing her by the hand after standing up and pulling her towards the ruined doorway. I threw her inside pretty unceremoniously once I managed to kick the door down off it's hinges. It wouldn't budge otherwise.
I was right; It was pretty dusty. Not much more than a couple months of disuse, but still more than a month. There was a thick layer on pretty much everything and the bed would likely toss up a cloud that completely prevented breathing, but I'm not exactly picky, and I wasn't planning on using the bed anyways.
"Don't be so rough!" She complained, getting on my nerves a little. I could forgive that though, easily. She's family, and that's what families do. What we're about to do is certainly not something that families do, though. I secretly think that makes it all the better as she sits up onto her knees to look at me.
"I'm kind of irritated with you," I said, "It should be really obvious why that is." I did my best to hurt her when I slapped her with my fourteen by four now completely hardened pony dick. It didn't work obviously, since that's only a little less difficult than hurting someone with a swung pillow. It still got my point across and certainly emphasized my frustration. "I chased you around for two hours, and mom always said that foreplay is anything that gets you breathing hard. Have you ever been teased for two hours?" She shook her head, obviously. "I want to cum yesterday, sis. I don't have a time portal, so you're a day late. Start working." I slapped her with it again for good measure.
Of course, what I wanted was for her to turn right around and present herself to me. What she thought I wanted was different, and she went and made my situation even worse, turning her head to kiss my dick, rubbing more of that amazing gold onto it, and then backed up on her knees to kiss the head too. I would have complained, but then the pleasure actually started. She opened her lips and gripped my cock mid-shaft, rubbing her lipstick on the edges of my still unopened flare and nearly pushing it to engorge prematurely, before tonguing at my urethra to slurp up the bead of pre that had just finished its' climb. She seemed to savor it's taste as she smoothly ran her human-like hands over the shaft without any lube, just barely touching it; enough for friction and pleasure, but not near enough to call it a grip. When no more bubbled to the top she looked dissatisfied, but she knew exactly how to get me to do what she wanted, and she set her plans in motion immediately. If they can be called that.
Opening her mouth wide, like a bird accepting a worm from her mother, she pushed my tip just past her teeth. Amazingly, they didn't touch me at all, giving me near an inch of clearance. The warmth inside her lips wasn't something I'd ever before experienced. This was after all my first time using my new tool. I rested just inside as she slowly eased the tip out and in, licking around it all the while, one hand finding it's way to my balls and massaging them one at a time to make her meal more worthwhile, the other flowing over my shaft. She was slowly pumping from her lips towards the base, dragging more and more saliva each time, wetting just a little more with every stroke.
When she hit the knot, finally, she gripped. She squeezed on what little of it a single hand gave her authority over, and that pushed me further than I'd ever been pushed. This was my first experience with something that wasn't a little spider boy, and even then I'd barely tail-pegged him before he was tired. I couldn't control it, and for the first time in my life I whimpered. Even a scream wasn't so embarrassing. The noise only seemed to excite her, urging her ministrations onward as she began taking more and more of me into her mouth.
I felt her throat when I was four and a half inches in, but obviously I didn't feel her gag. This was a harpy, I reminded myself. I can do what I want with her mouth. It was true, too. A human can swallow an apple whole. A harpy could do it and still breathe. So I put one hand on her head, and wasn't surprised when she turned her eyes away from the absolutely royal massage I was receiving to meet mine.
"Relax your throat," I nearly grunted out, and even with her lips stretched so that they could envelope my turgid shaft, she still had room to smile as she did just that. I felt it pull away from me when I was all the way in the back; The opening just unfolding inwards, away from my relaxed flare, I felt whatever it is she uses to breathe become more solid; No longer open to her mouth and leading only to her nose. Then I pushed forward, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. I was still calm at five inches, right at the start, but my excitement and thus the strength I put into the thrust deepened as I got more and more of myself into her wet flesh, before at the twelfth inch I slammed my knot into her lips. She didn't seem to think it was painful at all, vibrating her gullet with her sweet voice and licking what of the underside she could reach.
Then I pulled back so I could do it again. She licked the whole way up my shaft, and when all she was licking was my urethra she wrapped both hands around my cock and lead her mouth with them, letting me push through them so that when I nearly bottomed out her hands were wrapped around, squeezing, and rubbing my now spit-slick knot that slowly engorged, little by little. My most sensitive part.
It went on like that for a short time, and I got faster and faster, and eventually I was only moving six or seven inches at all, just pounding away with my horsecock lodged in her gullet, my tongue lolling from my mouth as I enjoyed her mouth further instead of switching to the pussy I had first wanted. I didn't have a choice, my flare taking it upon itself to fully harden somewhere just past her neck, too thick and too stiff to be pulled back out. I didn't care. The gold that was slowly worn down on her lips didn't let me. It was nearly gone now, but its' effects would last for hours anyways. Maybe a day or more. I don't actually know my tolerance level for the stuff, but I hope it's better than dad's.
I pounded as fast as I could, and she seemed to like it just as much as I did if her softening expression was anything to go by. Her hands squeezed at my knot every time I reached base and I tried to force it in between her jaws, to lock them open and on to me just as my flare had done further in, but it proved impossible once it had engorged far enough for me to even want it to happen.
I bottomed out a last time, and then she ran her hands around my knot with as much pressure as she could, and it inflated fully as I unleashed a torrent of cum into her waiting maw, enough to have it spilling back up from inside despite how deep I was lodged. I found myself thanking the harpy gods for the fact that they didn't need to breathe through their mouths during something like this, but soon found myself cursing them too.
After all, one shot wasn't enough. That priceless makeup would have me stuck here until I was dry and sore. She knew it too; Even as I came she didn't stop moving her head back and forth on my over-sensitive shaft, one hand rubbing only my knot as she moved the other to my balls to help them do whatever it is that makes what she considered to be the good stuff.
It went on like that until the lipstick was gone, washed away in thick white cream, and then longer still until my flare calmed down, long after my hips were sore from using muscles I'd never needed before. By the end it was only her moving, and I was laying down in the puddle of my own spunk, too tired to move, but unable to sleep from the pleasure. As at last I was finished, her swollen stomach filled with what I had hoped to use to make a little Bona, she dragged her lips up my softening shaft, sucking out the last remnants of her favorite dish. With a pop sound her lips came unlocked from around me, and she took a deep breath with her mouth, and gave a shuddering exhale as if it was her that just finished cumming more than she had imagined possible.
"We aren't done here." I said in what would have been a growl if I'd been more in control, but turned into more of a moan because I most certainly wasn't. She gave me an aftermath massage, squeezing my nuts rhythmically along their girth, and it really helped relax them after such a vigorous workout. Then she curled up close to me, kissing me on the mouth before laying down for sleep even though she wasn't half as tired as I was. I'll get her, though. Next time I'll have her more than just shudder. Just who is the big sis here? Damn bird.
I wrapped an arm around her, and closed my eyes to fall asleep in the warm summer night air in a pool of cooling spunk that smelled just like it tasted. Meaty and lemony.
Her breasts are large, a heavy DD-cup, though by design and not birth, and are partly covered by her mother's old Red scale mail bikini top. Suspicions abound about whether or not the red scales are actually her mother's shed scales. Red scales flow from her elbows to her fingertips, and her knees to her toes, ending in clawed feet and hands. Her body is made up of tight and coiled muscle, her tanned once-pale skin pulled tight to her, wherever there are no scales. Her leather pants sit buttoned securely in the crotch, but low on her wide hips and still hugging tightly to her inner thighs and groin. Her long scaled tail exits from just above her half-revealed shapely buttocks, a pale white flame always burning cold along its' length, though it suffuses her with heat and arousal.
The string of a flatbow presses on the center of the bikini top as it hangs upon her back, only making her cleavage more pronounced. In sight there are no arrows, making others wonder why it is she carries a bow at all. In the front of her leather pants bulges her softened meat; Seven long inches of two inch wide flaccid horsecock with an equally unexcited knot at its' base. Of course, like you might expect, when fully erect it doubles in both length and width, its' flared tip and its' knot expanding even beyond that. A cock molded specifically to claim any hole it happens to use, stretching it so that a smaller dick might never seek pleasure there. The fully fertile orbs below are three inches across and churn out half a bucket of spunk in a single shot, with the fertility of the pale flame nearly ensuring conception.
The mirror the girl stands in is wreathed in gold, with strangely cut gems forming what might be words or runes. I am that girl, Bona, the mostly-Salamander. The mirror in front of me is enchanted in some way that causes introspection, and greater length of thought. It is not at all what I came here looking for. One of Sophie's stupid bimbo harpy daughters, my loving half sister by our father, came this way just minutes ago. That's what I'm looking for.
I'm fast, but fast is rather relative to what you are comparing the speed to, and then relative again to what you're fast at doing. I'm fast at running, faster than dad and faster than mom. I'm even faster than Izumi and she moves six feet in one step in addition to her training. The stupid harpy is barely faster than average when flying is involved. However, flying has a different gauge entirely when it comes to speed. She can't technically out run me, but she can certainly outrun me. Easily.
It's the worst, really it is. Being faster than me doesn't give her more stamina than me, thankfully. The birdbrain knew I'd just grown a cock, dad told everyone in the city in fact, all of Fort Camp knew. All my various extra mothers and fathers and half brothers and half sisters and all their slutty fucking friends, dad told them all. Not all directly of course, dad told the parents who then went on to tell their millions of ant-children or their hundreds of shark-babies or their thousands of stupid fucking bird kids or whatever. It's not really a problem, really its' not, I was going to tell them anyways. I can't keep secrets from family, they're too important to me.
Even the fucking bird I'm chasing down right now. The problem wasn't ever that they knew, the problem was what one sibling does to another sibling. Teasing. Oh man am I feeling teased right now. I have that filthy fucking harpy lipstick all over my cheek, and all I want to do is grab the girl and pound her until she turns to jelly. In the sexual way. I'll be gentle, really, or as gentle as she wants me to be anyways which is hopefully not very.
I can't exactly ask one of dad's favorite harpies, and I can't ask any of my other half-sister harpies because I'd be way too embarrassed, of course the harpies on the mountain are all mostly in hiding because they've been disappearing because of dad. They just don't know that it's always willingly. My only real option is to pretend its' some kind of punishment for the girl that forced me into the action in the first place, and fuck her brains out until I'm satisfied. After that I guess I can claim her for myself since she'll be too gaping even for most minotaurs.
The building's only got one exit that isn't the tiny windows or the door I watched her go in through. Then of course I followed her here, her beautiful fucking voice humming me along down the stairs to the underground, and just a few minutes ago it cut off right as I caught up. The only thing in the room I know she was in, this room, is this mirror.
I can read, kind of. I can spell every name in my family, and I have a big family, and I can write all the cool words like 'Admiral,' 'Wolverine,' 'Lightning-bolt,' and 'Baggage.' I can write down the names of all my spells, Erection and Bondage being my favorites. I named those myself. However even though I know so many letters, I don't know any of the letters that the gems in the gold rim of the mirror are cut to resemble. I assume they're letters because they certainly aren't pretty and don't form any kind of pattern, and there's no reason to cut gems like that otherwise. Perfectly good gems you could spend on something delicious at a restaurant, or something wet and feathery at a brothel. Which Fort Camp doesn't fucking have because nearly everyone's up for a proposition unless they're way too serious or not into incest. Which until recently was only me. Now I don't care. Now I think incest makes it kind of hot.
If I'd known I'd chase her this far I would have just gone to Raphael's place, he's got a harpy in there somewhere. Tel'Adre seemed so far away at the time but I could have been there hours ago. Now I've invested too much in the hunt, and I have to admit it's made me almost as excited as a beat down.
The mirror definitely makes me think, that's got to be whatever those letters do. They make you think when you look at them too much. All the while I've stood here thinking about next to nothing important, and I keep getting hornier and hornier without a Harpy and the white glow of everything around me only serves to remind me that I'm fertile now; If I want an egg from this Harpy it's unlikely I won't get one. That makes me even hornier; She isn't in heat but it won't matter, unless she's taking contraceptives I'll be a dad soon, and an aunt to the same kid. Harpies load up with a new egg way before they go into heat after all.
I'm going to catch her and fuck the stuffing out, and then think up names for my very own phoenix baby. Mirror made me waste so much time. I kick out at it in frustration.
Only to be surprised when going forward with the kick, leaning into it, sends the rest of my body tumbling after my clawed foot that never connected with the ground, or the mirror for that matter. I fall through the full body mirror, unable to bring my wits about until I'm fully through, and turning around to grab it's edges doesn't work since it isn't there anymore. Just blue sky. Figures kicking something magical would end me in trouble. Dad always said that was a bad idea. Although he also said to take out your aggression on whatever was nearest to you, and to put your balls to the wall when it counts. However, I've got to think of a way out of this situation, since I'm falling from a very likely deadly height.
"AAAAaaAAaaaAAAahhHHHHh!" Screaming usually works. I've been in trouble a few times and the screaming has brought someone to my rescue five of the seven times. Once I got out of trouble myself and the other time there wasn't really any danger, I'd just suddenly gone pale for my own father and decided love wasn't worth the flack I'd get since I'm always telling everyone else how wrong it is to do something like that, that's why I ditched my gender and got a new one. Obviously I don't think so any more, and everybody's been real confused about my pale tail, but it's not like I'm required to tell them.
It worked this time, too. Of course it did, really. I mean she couldn't have gone far, even with her speed, and I could likely be heard for more than a mile. My little sister flies out of the trees down below and comes straight to my rescue. I'm grateful, really, but the heat suffusing my cock only multiplies now that I can actually see her. Regardless of how I feel about it, or how much willpower I use to try and contain it, blood starts pumping straight into my dick, and it starts to swell. I quickly unbutton the crotch so I don't rip the only pants I've got in the middle of nowhere, flipping out a swelling blunt tipped newly re-purposed bird-breaker and its' two lackeys. I'm going to absolutely brain her with this before I fuck her. Just to emphasize my frustration.
When she catches me by the arm in her talons, I grin in what I'd like to think was an evil way but I've been told just makes me look endearing because of my small mouth. I pull myself up, making sure to grab and hold fast to one of her legs just above the talons in case she thinks escaping might be a good idea once she can see me hardening. Then, my grip secure, I look around for some kind of sign of civilization or danger or shelter. It would be good to avoid interruptions. I found something pretty quickly, and fairly close; Only a couple miles out.
"Hey bird-brain!" I shouted over the roaring wind, my voice likely barely reaching her before being lost in the sky. "Look that way! There's some kind of old camp! Set down there!"
"Left or Right?!" She asked just as loudly, apparently unable to find it. Obviously, it was pretty far.
"I don't know the difference!" I shouted. I get told all the time but it's not a concept that's easy to remember, and it's not usually important anyways. "Whichever one is the talon that I'm grabbing! But towards your back, too!" I said, squeezing a little so she'd feel it.
"That's Left!" She said, turning that way and scanning more carefully, flying in the general direction of what I wanted. It kind of pisses me off that someone who has literal bimbo-blood running through their veins can remember that kind of thing when it's so hard for me. She can't find it immediately, having to search for a while as I stare right at it. I've got better eyesight than most, training for ranged magic and archery can do that, and harpies aren't the kind of birds with the bad ass telescopic vision. They pretty much have human senses.
She did find it soon, and we landed. There were drawings of some kind of dog head on the fallen tents and in the center there was a shabby cabin with a ruined door with the same symbol on it, but good windows and none of the wood was rotting. "It'll be a little dusty but it'll do." I said, grabbing her by the hand after standing up and pulling her towards the ruined doorway. I threw her inside pretty unceremoniously once I managed to kick the door down off it's hinges. It wouldn't budge otherwise.
I was right; It was pretty dusty. Not much more than a couple months of disuse, but still more than a month. There was a thick layer on pretty much everything and the bed would likely toss up a cloud that completely prevented breathing, but I'm not exactly picky, and I wasn't planning on using the bed anyways.
"Don't be so rough!" She complained, getting on my nerves a little. I could forgive that though, easily. She's family, and that's what families do. What we're about to do is certainly not something that families do, though. I secretly think that makes it all the better as she sits up onto her knees to look at me.
"I'm kind of irritated with you," I said, "It should be really obvious why that is." I did my best to hurt her when I slapped her with my fourteen by four now completely hardened pony dick. It didn't work obviously, since that's only a little less difficult than hurting someone with a swung pillow. It still got my point across and certainly emphasized my frustration. "I chased you around for two hours, and mom always said that foreplay is anything that gets you breathing hard. Have you ever been teased for two hours?" She shook her head, obviously. "I want to cum yesterday, sis. I don't have a time portal, so you're a day late. Start working." I slapped her with it again for good measure.
Of course, what I wanted was for her to turn right around and present herself to me. What she thought I wanted was different, and she went and made my situation even worse, turning her head to kiss my dick, rubbing more of that amazing gold onto it, and then backed up on her knees to kiss the head too. I would have complained, but then the pleasure actually started. She opened her lips and gripped my cock mid-shaft, rubbing her lipstick on the edges of my still unopened flare and nearly pushing it to engorge prematurely, before tonguing at my urethra to slurp up the bead of pre that had just finished its' climb. She seemed to savor it's taste as she smoothly ran her human-like hands over the shaft without any lube, just barely touching it; enough for friction and pleasure, but not near enough to call it a grip. When no more bubbled to the top she looked dissatisfied, but she knew exactly how to get me to do what she wanted, and she set her plans in motion immediately. If they can be called that.
Opening her mouth wide, like a bird accepting a worm from her mother, she pushed my tip just past her teeth. Amazingly, they didn't touch me at all, giving me near an inch of clearance. The warmth inside her lips wasn't something I'd ever before experienced. This was after all my first time using my new tool. I rested just inside as she slowly eased the tip out and in, licking around it all the while, one hand finding it's way to my balls and massaging them one at a time to make her meal more worthwhile, the other flowing over my shaft. She was slowly pumping from her lips towards the base, dragging more and more saliva each time, wetting just a little more with every stroke.
When she hit the knot, finally, she gripped. She squeezed on what little of it a single hand gave her authority over, and that pushed me further than I'd ever been pushed. This was my first experience with something that wasn't a little spider boy, and even then I'd barely tail-pegged him before he was tired. I couldn't control it, and for the first time in my life I whimpered. Even a scream wasn't so embarrassing. The noise only seemed to excite her, urging her ministrations onward as she began taking more and more of me into her mouth.
I felt her throat when I was four and a half inches in, but obviously I didn't feel her gag. This was a harpy, I reminded myself. I can do what I want with her mouth. It was true, too. A human can swallow an apple whole. A harpy could do it and still breathe. So I put one hand on her head, and wasn't surprised when she turned her eyes away from the absolutely royal massage I was receiving to meet mine.
"Relax your throat," I nearly grunted out, and even with her lips stretched so that they could envelope my turgid shaft, she still had room to smile as she did just that. I felt it pull away from me when I was all the way in the back; The opening just unfolding inwards, away from my relaxed flare, I felt whatever it is she uses to breathe become more solid; No longer open to her mouth and leading only to her nose. Then I pushed forward, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. I was still calm at five inches, right at the start, but my excitement and thus the strength I put into the thrust deepened as I got more and more of myself into her wet flesh, before at the twelfth inch I slammed my knot into her lips. She didn't seem to think it was painful at all, vibrating her gullet with her sweet voice and licking what of the underside she could reach.
Then I pulled back so I could do it again. She licked the whole way up my shaft, and when all she was licking was my urethra she wrapped both hands around my cock and lead her mouth with them, letting me push through them so that when I nearly bottomed out her hands were wrapped around, squeezing, and rubbing my now spit-slick knot that slowly engorged, little by little. My most sensitive part.
It went on like that for a short time, and I got faster and faster, and eventually I was only moving six or seven inches at all, just pounding away with my horsecock lodged in her gullet, my tongue lolling from my mouth as I enjoyed her mouth further instead of switching to the pussy I had first wanted. I didn't have a choice, my flare taking it upon itself to fully harden somewhere just past her neck, too thick and too stiff to be pulled back out. I didn't care. The gold that was slowly worn down on her lips didn't let me. It was nearly gone now, but its' effects would last for hours anyways. Maybe a day or more. I don't actually know my tolerance level for the stuff, but I hope it's better than dad's.
I pounded as fast as I could, and she seemed to like it just as much as I did if her softening expression was anything to go by. Her hands squeezed at my knot every time I reached base and I tried to force it in between her jaws, to lock them open and on to me just as my flare had done further in, but it proved impossible once it had engorged far enough for me to even want it to happen.
I bottomed out a last time, and then she ran her hands around my knot with as much pressure as she could, and it inflated fully as I unleashed a torrent of cum into her waiting maw, enough to have it spilling back up from inside despite how deep I was lodged. I found myself thanking the harpy gods for the fact that they didn't need to breathe through their mouths during something like this, but soon found myself cursing them too.
After all, one shot wasn't enough. That priceless makeup would have me stuck here until I was dry and sore. She knew it too; Even as I came she didn't stop moving her head back and forth on my over-sensitive shaft, one hand rubbing only my knot as she moved the other to my balls to help them do whatever it is that makes what she considered to be the good stuff.
It went on like that until the lipstick was gone, washed away in thick white cream, and then longer still until my flare calmed down, long after my hips were sore from using muscles I'd never needed before. By the end it was only her moving, and I was laying down in the puddle of my own spunk, too tired to move, but unable to sleep from the pleasure. As at last I was finished, her swollen stomach filled with what I had hoped to use to make a little Bona, she dragged her lips up my softening shaft, sucking out the last remnants of her favorite dish. With a pop sound her lips came unlocked from around me, and she took a deep breath with her mouth, and gave a shuddering exhale as if it was her that just finished cumming more than she had imagined possible.
"We aren't done here." I said in what would have been a growl if I'd been more in control, but turned into more of a moan because I most certainly wasn't. She gave me an aftermath massage, squeezing my nuts rhythmically along their girth, and it really helped relax them after such a vigorous workout. Then she curled up close to me, kissing me on the mouth before laying down for sleep even though she wasn't half as tired as I was. I'll get her, though. Next time I'll have her more than just shudder. Just who is the big sis here? Damn bird.
I wrapped an arm around her, and closed my eyes to fall asleep in the warm summer night air in a pool of cooling spunk that smelled just like it tasted. Meaty and lemony.
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