by James Hunt
"I'm sorry, did I scratch?" Harla said apologetic and eased her hand out. Her sister let out a long pleasurable moan against Harla's neck and planted soft kisses under her chin.
"Noo..." Yuma panted, "It was really good. I've never felt that good before." She sighed and wrapped her arms around Harla's head. Her fingers caressed her sister's short brown hair and the stubby claws at the tips of her fingers combed it out. She had no words to express the experience, all she could do was caress Harla and sigh contently against her skin.
"My turn?" Harla whispered and licked a tuft of disheveled black hair back into place on her sister's head.
"I need a moment, that... that wore me out." Yuma sighed. "Oh, it's getting dark too." She sighed again and looked out at the setting sun.
"That's not fair." Harla complained. Her sister kissed her affectionately.
"Tomorrow night, once momma starts feeding." Yuma promised and disentangled herself from her sister. She crawled around the nest until she found her usually sleeping spot and curled up. A thick woolen blanket crumbled up on the sides conformed to her small body. One black feathered wing tucked up against her back, and the other draped over her like a blanket as Yuma settled in for the night.
Harla was left flushed and flustered, and she wasn't having it, not before sleeping. So instead she crawled up against this man's long thick leg and inspected his manhood more closely. It seemed to be very important to their mother, she had explained to both of them what it was for, and not to hurt it. But she didn't quite understand it all. It was so limp and squishy, there was almost nothing appealing about it.
Except for its smell.
The young harpy noticed that it had an alluring odor. Now that she was closer, it was starting to affect her more. She smelled him, and let it tingle her nose. Subconsciously her mouth hung open to breathe. It made her flustered feeling all the worse. Curiosity got the better of her and she gave it a quick preening lick. It had a curious taste. Not one that made her mouth water and inclined her to bite it, but rather she suddenly found herself preening him more. His scent and his flavor were very intoxicating.
Her long tongue travel up its length to the tip, and she tasted a small drop of moisture from it. It was salty and sweet and she suddenly found herself wanting more. But when she tried again, stroking his thick flesh with her tongue, no more came out. Curious, she squeezed it with her fingers as she moved them up its length, like squeezing grease from meat, and delightfully discovered another bead of moisture forming at the tip. Her mouth engulfed the head and she sucked, trying to get as much of the nectar out as she could.
"Carefully, dear." Her mother said softly. Harla jerked up suddenly and the thick appendage came out of her mouth with a wet pop. Her mother smiled knowingly at her abashed look. The human's head lay on a cotton stuffed pillow, asleep, and she was lazily stroking her fingers over his chest. "Keep going," her mother encouraged with a smile. "Just be gentle. Especially with those lower parts."
Harla nodded sheepishly and looked down to the limp flesh in her hands, and the sack of skin hanging from it. Somehow it seemed longer now, and was more spongy than flaccid. She continued to stroke it with her fingers. Her lips suckled the tip, and found to her amazement that it was responding to her touch.
Their mother crawled across the nest to settle in against the man's stomach and chest, she watched with a slight blush to her cheeks as her daughter caressed and coaxed the man's thick member. She had hoped to have the pleasure herself this evening, but her curious and impulsive daughter had beaten her to it. She took a moment to reposition herself to make her wings comfortable, by allowing them to fall gently down her backside as her daughters did, rather than pull them around her front. It left her bare and naked as they were, there was no more need for modesty now.
"It won't come out," Harla protested.
"Patience dear, it will take some doing." She smiled, as she leaned in to observe, to coach, and possibly to partake. "He is not awake. It comes much quicker when he is, but our guest is not well, and needs his rest. So we will have to make due and be patient." As she watched her daughter continue lavishing this man's cock with her long skinny tongue, her own hands drifted down her body in soft caress. It had been too long since she had felt another's touch. She suspected the hot flush from the feeding was responsible, but watching Harla's youthful curiosity explore this man was making her very excited.
"It's getting very hard, momma," Harla marveled at the thick throbbing meat between her fingers. It had grown to more than twice its length and width.
"Shh, not so loud dear, you might wake your sister. And then we would have to share." Her mother giggled a bit impishly.
"We're not eating him, so what are we sharing?"
"This..." she said and gave the taunting erection a soft stroke. "Only one of us can enjoy it at a time." Harla nodded in understanding. Her exploration with her sister explained how one had to give and one had to receive, but with her mother now -- there wasn't enough of him to go around. Harla was confused. "Ohhh," she whispered. Her lips kissed the tip and she sucked the head into her mouth.
"Keep doing that, so it stays nice and hard," her mother said and lifted herself up to move closer to Harla. Her hands touched her daughter's arm and trailed over her shoulder, down her back in a soothing caress. "Don't stop until I tell you," she instructed and let her fingers dance over the smooth skin of her progeny. "We need to get you ready for it first."
Harla sighed contently at her mother's calming touch, but when those fingers draped around her ribs to her breast and started to tease and pull at her nipple, she moaned despite herself. Dutifully, she did as instructed and continued to lick the man's thick flesh. It felt so good she wanted to just lay her head down and enjoy it, but she heeded her mother's words as a warm tingle grew between her legs.
Her dutifulness was not unrewarded, as if sensing her daughter's distress, the Harpai mother trailed her other hand over the firm round cheeks of Harla's posterior and gave them a deep sensual rub. Deft fingers knew where to touch and where to massage to make it pleasing to the young woman. On one such caress, a slender finger slid in between them and touched her waiting moist maidenhood. It was no accident, as two fingers spread her cheeks apart and started to massage her wet mound with knowing directness. Unlike her sister's inexperienced touch, her mother's was much more electrifying. Harla let out a soft squeal of pleasure and reactively lifted her rump into the air and spread her legs further apart. It was an instinctual response that made her mother smile.
Her mother's expert fingers kneaded and massaged her maidenly breast and its sensitive peak just as thoroughly as their companions parted her young vagina and pressed inside. They were gentle as they entered, but forceful, it was exactly what she needed to start lubricating. Around and around those fingers twirled and writhed inside her warm cavern until she was dripping onto the padded floorboards of their nest. Harla could not believe how good it felt. It was too distracting, and she couldn't stay focused on the task her mother gave her.
"There, this will do, love." Her mother's soothing voice cooed against her ear. "Rise" she gently commanded, and Harla obeyed. Following her mother's guiding hands she came to sit atop the man's waist. She looked down to find his firm manhood between her thighs pressing against her drenched mound. "Rub yourself against him dear, slowly, but firmly. Make his flesh wet like yours." Her mother said and placed her hands on Harla's hips to guide her motion. The harpy girl did as she was told; she started to rock forward, grinding against his meat. It felt so good feeling him there that a moan escaped.
"When you feel yourself ready, you will press him inside just like my fingers were." Her mother leaned in and kissed Harla's neck, her tongue licked the supple skin of her cheek and jaw line. It gave Harla a shudder. "It may be painful at first, so go slowly." Harla did as instructed. With both hands she positioned the man's hard cock towards her waiting maidenhood and guided the head inside. He was big, very big, and it spread her lips pain
fully apart. But she found that by being patient, they adjusted, and the moisture from her sex was making it easier and easier to fit more and more of him inside. Each inch she managed to envelope caused a shudder of excitement and pleasure throughout her body. Her mother's loving embrace kept Harla upright and focused, and her preening tongue on Harla's sensitive skin helped distract her from the pain of penetration.
Something amazing happened. With a wet plop, something resisting him gave way and the rest of his immense length and girth was easily swallowed up by her pussy. Harla went rigid; she threw her head back as the scream of pleasure caught in her throat and wouldn't release, and her wings started to stretch and flutter about. She sat there shaking and twitching as the new sensations flooded her being. It was her mother's calm caresses that brought her back to the moment and she remembered the man underneath her.
Instinct took over and she started to move and rock in place. His hard member slid effortlessly in and out of her drenched womanhood now moistened with her maiden's blood. Despite her best efforts, Harla could not restrain her excitement anymore; lost to the throws of passions she started to squeal increasingly loudly with each grinding gyration. Her hips rose and fell as she pulled herself off of him only to let gravity bury his hot member deep inside her wanting flesh.
Yuma lifted her head up at the ruckus and blinked half-asleep eyes at her sibling. It took a moment for what they were doing to register in her mind, and then another long deliberation to decide if it was worth crawling out of her warm nestled spot to investigate. Curiosity won over sleepiness and she crawled over to them. Their mother was lavishing Harla's young breasts with her lips and tongue, alternating from one to the other. While one hand caressed Harla's back and the other fingered and caressed their joining sexes. It didn't take long for Yuma to form a basic comprehension of what they were doing, she knew the look of sheer pleasure all over her sister's face, and it was only reasonable that she was getting a more thorough education than the two of them conducted on their own. Witnessing this moment of carnal love between her family members made her want seconds; Yuma attended her sister in her moment of passion and started to lick down her neck and shoulder, allowing her tongue to come to rest on a bouncing nipple. Its own motion caused it to rub itself against her lips, before she swallowed it into her mouth and sucked. Their mother smirked slightly at Yuma's boldness and welcomed her into their midst with a caressing touch. Yuma's hands roamed over her sister's body caressing softly down her back with one, and cupping her pert little breast with the other. It was the last push her sister needed.
The young harpy's body suddenly started to shake and spasm as she leaned forward to plant both hands on the man's chest. Tremors flowed down her back and her wings expressed her uncontrollable release with a flutter of excitement. Soft, loving caresses welcomed her back from the peak of her passion as she sat hunched over and panting. Slowly she lifted herself off; gingerly and begrudgingly releasing the man's swollen member from the depths of her womanhood. It came free with a wet slap as it fell heavily against his abdomen. The older Harpai pulled a panting Harla against her into a soothing embrace and wrapped her wings around her child.
"Well done my dear," she smiled and kissed her forehead. "Now Yuma, it's your turn." Yuma gave the man's engorged meat a questionable glance. It glistened in the dusk light with her sister's juices with a bit of red mixed in. It was incredibly huge compared to the small clawed digit she had had inside her earlier. She touched it. Lifted it up and felt its firmness. Her fingers came away sticky, and so she brought them to her nose and sniffed. The scent tingled in her brain and sent a small electrifying shudder down her spine. Somehow it took away her reluctance as her womanhood yearned for another feast. Following in her sister's footsteps she straddled the man's throbbing flesh and pressed it to her waiting sex. It was too big to enter her, but she pressed anyways. If Harla could do it, so could she.
Slowly, it spread her lips apart; slick juices from it moistened her inner folds and made her vagina more receptive to its massive size. Slowly it eased into her, spreading her walls far apart. She winced in pain at first, but as she held it there and waited, the pain slowly went away and she proceeded with burying it deeper inside. Unlike the smaller, previous intruder, this human's girth was filling her completely and sending new sensations of pleasure through her body. It was slow going, but with each push a squeal of delight from her lips signaling another inch gained. With one last forceful push, the last of it was swallowed up by her ravenous sex. Yuma sat atop this man and made a deep, guttural, purring sound as she sat there simply enjoying the feel of him inside her. Her hips started to move on their own, her eyes fluttered shut in concentration, but she stopped and let focus and purpose return. She was determined to maintain control over this. This was her turn now. Her sister had hers, now she was going to explore more of this experience.
Nimble fingers slid down her chest and belly, her eyes opened to find her mother giving her a loving kiss on the lips. With a soft moan she parted her lips to allow the tongue that caressed them to enter. Her mother taught her the pleasure of deep kissing, and for the moment it distracted her from her movements. Soft caresses flowed down her body to her burning wet sex and turned into deft caresses by a single finger. Her mother's expert touches knew where to go. That tantalizing finger found something new that the girls hadn't discovered earlier that sent jolts of pleasure through her. It caressed a small bulb of flesh at the top of her sex and focused on it. Each flick and light pass made her trembled with anticipation for more. It didn't take long for Yuma to lose her control and let her body to take over. Her mother's attentions helped to overrule her restraint.
It happened much quicker this time with the stimulation her clitoris was receiving. Her body locked up suddenly just like it did earlier, right before it was wracked with pleasurable spasms that left her breathless. Yuma lost all sense of balance this time and fell forward, lightheaded and gasping for air. When her senses cleared she was safely in her mother's bosom surrounded by her cloak of golden and white feathers. She was being moved she could tell, but her senses didn't care where, they were still busy basking in the afterglow of the orgasm. Her mother laid her down gently next to her sleeping sibling. Yuma instinctively curled up against her sister. Harla mewed slightly and repositioned to cuddle up for warmth. The night air was growing chill, and together their shared body heat amplified the warm fuzzy feeling drowning their already tired minds.
The Harpai woman kissed both her daughters goodnight on their heads and whispered "Well done" to them. Left alone with the night sky and her captive male that had just satisfied both her progeny, there was only one thing on her mind.
With a long pleasurable stretch her large golden wings spread high and wide into the air above. High up in their tree where their nest was, the air cooled off much quicker when the sun set. Her breath formed small wisps in the air before her face. Taking her rightful place atop him, she found his sex still hard and warm to the touch. It took little effort to envelope him deep inside her pussy, and she did so with a pleasing gasp. She took a moment to enjoy his hot meat deep within her, and the smile it brought to her face. The last few nights of making due with only his body heat for sleeping were now over. He had finally recovered enough to be enjoyed they way she had intended.
Leaning forward, her heavy breasts pillowed against his chest and spilled out in all directions. Her lips found one of his ears and she whispered softly to him as he laid their unconscious.
"Give me your seed." She begged. "Give me more children, please." She bit his earlobe until blood wet her lips. Then with a soft flick of her tongue, gathered the droplet that formed on his skin. Her fingers played with the skin of his neck and caressed a cheek. The cold air was intensifying her senses; she placed her face in his chest and breathed in deeply of his scent. The crispness of the air made it all the more intoxicating. With the night hers alone now, she settled into a more subdued pace -- lifting her hips up slowly and letting t
hem fall back down to meet him. Her wings fell around them, forming an insulating blanket that also hid her undulating movements atop his cock. She nestled her head under his chin, and with a soft whimper settled into a slow rhythm of gyration in her hips.
It was all she had hoped for. He was handsome, strong, and endowed enough to satisfy three harpies in one night. She wondered what he was feeling right now, if he was satisfied with her and her daughters. Perhaps he would stay and join their family, giving her new children and perhaps her daughters as well. If his progeny inherited any of his traits her clan would grow strong.
Such delicious thoughts brought an unexpected end to their lovemaking with sharp bolts of orgasmic pleasure throughout her body. Her hands instinctively cupped her large breasts and kneaded them as tremor after tremor coursed through her body. It satisfied her hunger greatly, but the small detail that he had not yet cum bothered her. The pleasure wasn't enough; she wanted him to release his hot seed inside her.