Rare Creature

Curled up in the nest slept a rare creature. A harpy, but not just your run of the mill harpy. This harpy looked like the eagle harpy of Earth. Over feathers dark gray, while the under feathers are white striped with gray. Most harpies were falcons, vultures, or even eagles in looks. This harpy stretched in sleep showing off long taloned feet, feathers covering the upper legs. A cloth covered the vital bits keeping the sex hidden. Rolling over the wings moving away from the chest, but wait it's not female, it's a male harpy!

His chest is broad, an eight-pack flexing as he yawns waking up. His long black hair in multiple micro braids keeping it out of his face. Strong jaw, sharp features and rich black and gold eyes stare up at you. One clawed hand caresses your face while the other scratches an itchy spot, so typical male. He smiles at you, and you feel yourself getting ready for sex.

"You must be my morning wake up toy." He coos deeply, his voice a rich baritone.

You nod slowly afraid to speak. He sits up and kisses you. Tongue sliding into your mouth to tease with yours as a hand slides up your side. Claws just touching your skin; just on the edge of tickling. Deepening your kiss with him, your hands roam his chest. Smooth skin under your hands. He wraps his other hand into your hair taking further control of the kiss as he sucks your tongue.

You groan at the sensation and push your chest against his, wanting more contact. The warmth of his body making you tingle. Carefully, claws draw down your back destroying the shirt you were wearing. He pulls the front away and exposes you to the room. Your nipples harden at the exposure. You gasp as he licks one then the other. Giving a light suck before moving back to the first on and sucking it too.

He moves away a moment, to remove the covering. Releasing his hidden manhood to your sight. He is huge, 8 inches hung. Oh, he was a show-er. Your hands move and warp around his girth, almost two inches in diameter. He hardens under your touch. His head goes from a creamy color to purple as blood fills him.

"Suck me." He coos richly at you.

His hand in your hair, guiding your mouth over him. The stretch of your jaw is maxed out as you take the first inch of him. The ridge catches behind your teeth, holding him in place. You lick at him, sliding along his opening tasting his tangy saltiness. Sucking on the head; your hands pumping the shaft to bring up more of his taste to coat your tongue.

He pushes at you to take more of him. To deep throat him. You do your best to accommodate his insistent urging. The head hits the back of your throat, you gag for a moment then swallow hard taking him into your throat. You swiftly take him to the root then back off almost pulling him out to breath then repeat.

"Gods and Goddess" he curses. "You are fucking fantastic."

He holds you longer and longer each time you get to the root of his cock. You feel him twitch. He's getting close you pull back all the way slipping him out of your mouth, you pant catching your breath. You look at him and are greeted with a bright sinister smile. Both hands grab your shoulders, claws sinking in as he forces back between your lips and into your throat.

Holding you still he pumps into you. The pain you feel is blinding as he fucks your mouth. Blood trickling slowly down your front and back. He groans and cums down your throat filling you stomach full of his seed. His cock goes flaccid and pulls out. Slowly he releases his grip on your shoulders. You groan in pain slipping to the floor.

A knock comes from the door, "Come in," he calls.

In walks a falcon harpy female, breast bouncing freely and carrying a tray of food and a medicine bag.

"Looks like you got over excited again." She coos softly.

"Yes, please fix it." He ordered as he takes the tray of food and moves over to the table to eat.

The female comes over to you and begins to clean your wounds. She tsked over the deepness of the punctures.

"He gripped you hard." She comments quietly, while lathering a fancy cream into the wounds. Wrapping bandages around your chest and shoulders.

"This cream will heal you in a couple of days, leave the bandages alone." She told you firmly.

She then escorts you out of his room. Down a long hall to where you stayed when not being used by him. Once inside the room she locked the door. Your food was already set out for you. A table and chair to sit and eat at, with a bed or better described as a nest for you to sleep in.

You sit and eat your breakfast of eggs and steak, even a surprise of orange juice to drink along with the usual water. Once full of food and his seed you curl up in the nest to sleep.