Nervously, you walk forwards. Soon, the tunnel opens into a large chamber. At the end is a throne, and on it is seated a beautiful, white feathered harpy. She seems young, and looks slightly more human than the others. On her head is a golden tiara.
You freeze as she steps off her throne and walks up to you. Then, to your surprise, she embraces you. Her breasts press up against yours, feathers tickling the skin between your torn clothing, and you think you can feel hard nipples underneath them.
"Thank you," she says in a surprisingly clear and human voice, "For helping reclaim what was taken from us, both in treasure and honour. You have done a great service to are tribe. How can we repay you?"
Quickly, you outline your quest. The Queen's expression shows she understands the seriousness of the threat posed by the dark horde. "My subject-sisters will happily fly you beyond the mountains." Her smile returns. "But first, another reward. You will be granted access to a treasure normally enjoyed only by this clan."
Refusing to answer your questions, she leads you through twisting tunnels to another cavern. Its edges throng with harpies, watching the centre of the room eagerly or pleasuring themselves and each other. And, in the centre, a man lies chained naked to the rock. He is a hugely muscled northern barbarian, but what truly draws your attention is his cock. It is by far the most impressive you have seen on a human, easily as long and thick as your arm. Your eyes widen, and your mouth goes dry - and other parts become wet - with lust. One of the harpies is riding him, forcing as much of his huge length into her as she can. She is shrieking with pleasure, rubbing at her breasts, cumming as you watch.
As she dismounts, the queen pushes you forwards, and in truth you need little encouragement. The barbarian looks startled to see another human and, as the harpies remove your clothing, he grunts something in a language you don't understand.
Ignoring him, two harpies lift you up and slide you gently down onto him. He feels incredible, and you hurriedly begin bouncing up and down, kneeling on his muscular hips. He seems to enjoy the sheer pressure of his girth stuffed in your tight cunt as much as you do, and soon his hips are bucking against you. Harpies begin caressing you as you pleasure yourself with his body, sharp teeth brushing against your nipples before their tongues go to work on your breasts.
You cry out with as much shock as lust when you feel an unfamiliar tickling around your ass. Looking over your shoulder, you see that the harpy queen has spread your butt-cheeks and is toying with your hole using her tongue. She smiles at you, before returning to her work.
The sensation is divine, the pleasure overwhelming. And yet, the part of you that isn't lost in a fog of lust is concerned. Although many men would gladly take his place as the harpies' lust toy, the barbarian is clearly a prisoner here. You think back to the tales of the harpies' enemy and, as your climax rises, wonder if you can leave him here. |