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You're taken to the throne room of the harpy queen, two feminine - yet undoubtedly strong hands - guiding you through the caverns leading up to it. It's pointless to resist - since you were captured the harpies have completely disarmed you. The only piece of 'equipment' you have left is dangling between your legs, made flaccid by the fear of what you should expect. You've no doubt they'll punish you - you were trespassing in their territory, after all. What kind of punishment, though, you wonder? Hopefully nothing too severe, though you fear all the legends you've heard of the harpies cruelty.

 

You see armed harpies all around you as you progress through the cave, torches becoming more and more frequent - though still not frequent enough to make anything more than barely visible - as you approach the heart of the cavern,the throne room of its queen. You note the warmth of the cave - though entirely naked you feel no cold. Perhaps due to all the torches? As you approach, your bare feet feel the ground softening, and, looking down, you notice that the part of the room you're in now has a large quantity of feathers - mostly dark, and hard to make out in the low light - all over the ground, obviously to make the ground easier to walk on. You look up, and, sure enough, you can see a brightly lit room (what a relief) behind an exquisite curtain (probably robbed from a caravan). The harpy guard on your left walks in front of you now due to the narrowing passage, giving you a good view of her plump ass and feathered legs. The other guard notices your staring and looks at you, apparently not sure whether or not she should feel annoyed or aroused by you and your interest. You're pulled through the curtain and would probably be taken aback by the beauty of the cavern before you if not for the fear the situation demands you feel. The reddish grey walls are covered in cave paintings of all manner of vivid colors, depicting everything from groups of harpies, to forests and plains, to orgies. Torches are placed a few feet apart all around the circular room, and the floor is covered in an exotic and several inch thick floor of feathers. The room is filled with young harpies - probably barely of mating age - and the best looking that you've seen so far. They occupy themselves in different manners. Some of them contributing to paintings on the walls, slowly on delicately, some chatting in small circles, some sleeping, and some desparately grinding themselves on the floor, though not moving to touch themselves - they've probably been forbidden to. You wonder if the queen of the harpies is a lesbian... which brings your gaze to her and her throne. She's an imperial figure, one or two feet taller than all the other harpies, who stand at the average size for a human, probably almost seven feet tall, and she has a much stronger looking build than all but the buffest guards you've seen so far. She wears clothing, which is impressive for a harpy, though it mostly consists of a gold necklace and a ripped shirt which only barely covers her D-cup breasts. Bringing your eyes to her crotch, you see... a fat dick, semi-flaccid, laying on her leg. You guess it's probably five inches now - at full mast maybe eight or nine. She's gently rubbing it, not enough to bring any real stimuation, more in a bored, thoughtful manner as she gazes at you with her attentive eyes. Were you in a more rational state of mind, you might be curiously surprised at finding a harpy capable of impregnation, for the common assumption is that they simply rape passerbys. As it is you break out in a cold sweat under her imperious gaze and the curious - but bored - gazes of all her sluts as they look over your naked body.

 

"Not much, is he?" she mumbles to herself, evidently not impressed with your physique, which makes you worry enough to break your monotone expression, which changes to one of barely showing anxiety. She chuckles to herself. "I won't hurt you, if that's what you're afraid of." She stops, then quickly adds, "Well, I won't kill you, at least. You must've done something to end up here, correct? It's only fair that I'm allowed to enact a... punishment, so to speak. To... provide some small compensation for whatever grievance you've inflicted upon my daughters. What did he do? You, have you earned your name yet?" The guard to your left steps forward and kneels, letting go of your hand. She speaks in a subservient tone, "No, queen, I am Kase. This... human was caught deep in our territory, near the cliffs. I think he may ha-" The queen interjects with a sort of imperial warmth, "That's enough, young one. You two may go." She pauses, then, "But do guard the door. And tell visitors that I am... occupied, at present." Your guards nod the affirmative and leave you there.

 

For a good minute you stand there staring at eachother, both sizing eachother up. You shiver a bit, the warm air sending tingles up your nude form. The queen finally breaks the silence by saying, "I'll tell you what, boy. I'm in sore need of entertainment." You glance down at her semi-flaccid cock and shiver, hoping she doesn't intend too... she interjects, breaking your thoughts; "No, I've no interest in fucking you. Not... yet, anyway. You ought to be grateful. Few of your kind would consider what I'll 'do' to you a punishment. Though it's more accurate to say that I'll have it -done-."

 

She lifts one vast winged arm up and decrees in a louder, dominant tone, "Sluts! Come. Use this boy to your liking. Yes, even you, Elsaar. Consider your past offenses forgiven." You notice a slender, flat-chested harpy, who, if you're following the matriarch's gaze correctly, must be Elsaar. She seems extremely flustered and awkwardly joins the multitude - there must be at least two dozen - of harpy sluts now surrounding you. They leave an opening for their queen to talk to you - and, undoubtedly, to watch. She looks at you and says nochalantly, far less imperious than she sounded a mere minute ago, "Amuse me, sluts."

 

Harpy sluts start to crowd around you, some hesitatingly looking you over while the others caress every reachable part of your naked body. The situation takes you a bit by surprise, and, your fears eased, you quickly find yourself coming closer and closer to full mast. A short, plumpish harpy girl with giant tits - D-cup at least - which look ridiculous on her frail form starts to stroke your cock to hardness while another girl nibbles at your balls, the attention sending dull shocks of pleasure through your system. You groan quietly, closing your eyes, but within a few seconds open them again as the pleasure ceases. Elsaar, the flat chested tomboy is pushing your two sluts out of the way. Seems she wants to cut in line. She looks at you with an awkwardly composed expression of 'dominance' and pushes you to the ground, making you land awkwardly backwards on your two hands, legs spread out on the floor. She lowers herself down to a crouch and gently strokes your dick. In the heat of the moment you forget your fears and, without hesitation, offer "Eager, aren't we?" She tries to glare at you - though she fails and just ends up looking something reminiscient of a scolded dog - and murmurs, "S-shut up and take it, heavens..." The other harpies, evidently too domesticated to challenge Elsaar - are running their tongues or hands - sometimes both - over your body, carressing you idly, until one of the more forward ones pushes your face down, you reluctantly giving way, then drops herself down onto your face, pushing her engorged lips onto yours. Getting the hint, you dig your tongue into her nethers, her abundant girljuice drooling down your face, some finding its way past your lips. With what little experience you... don't have, you awkwardly move your tongue around her depths, gently swirling it aroun and occasionally stopping to gently suck on her clit. Elsaar, in the meantime, decides you're ready, and, in one swift motion, drops herself all the way down on you, hilting you in her depths. You hear the girl glued to your face moaning lightly as her vaginal walls pulsate with need, trying to hold onto your tongue as if it was a dick.

 

The unattended sluts occupy themselves, some grinding their sopping cunts on your arms and legs, desperately trying to sate their need and soaking your limbs with it. Others, from the sound of it, have turned on eachother to exert their lusts. For some time you continue awkwardly tonguefucking the girl on your face, her moans getting progressively louder, while Elaar continues bouncing on your shaft, her cunt clenching on your member tightly, desperately trying to milk it of its seed. It's owner, however, seems to have other plans, bringing you within moments of orgasm, only to cut you off with expert precision, again and again, until you're painfully pent up, desperate to cum but unable to. You groan with need, or try to groan, your mouth occupied with brutally tonguefucking the pussy it's been given, spurred on by every fevered moan its owner unleashes. You feel her trying to bounce her hips on her face, failing to accomplish anything besides make her almost pitiable need plain to see. Her erratic bounces lasts less than a minute before, with a powerful, bird-like cry, you taste girl cum flooding into your mouth and spilling over your face. You start to choke on the salty, watery liquid as it pours onto you, seizing your arms from the sluts playing with them to push her off. The harpy on your face falls to the side, slumping over with her legs on your body, quivering with the aftershocks of her climax. Elsaar lets out a low groan, unable to continue her painfully effective edgeplay as girlcum splatters from her cunt. You see waves of ecstasy play across her features as her eyes roll upwards. She sinks down, savoring her orgasm, and in her last, powerful movement granting you yours. Nigh-waterfalls of semen flood from your pent-up balls, ages of orgasm denial released as you flood her womb with your seed. Elsaar gently bounces on your softening dick, riding out the remainder of her orgasm as your torrent of cum dries down. Finally, another impatient harpy pulls her from her place, to which Elsaar releases indignant cries of complaint, but submits, having already mostly finished. Your cock flops down, already well used, trickling a diminished stream of semen onto your stomache. The invading harpy takes it into her mouth impatiently, cleaning it hastily with her tongue and trying to tease it to erectness. After half a minute of the fruitless attention she lets it go and procures a pinkish vial from a pouch on her side. In one movement she lunges forward - leaving her lying on you with your dick half-flaccid against her cunt - and shoves it into your mouth, giving you no time to resist. The liquid that pours down your throat heats you up almost instantly - within moments you feel your mind shutting down as the tainted concoction exerts its effects. Your entire body feels ablaze with passion, your nipples stiffening and dick solidifying as it pushes against her moist twat. Your thoughts grow more and more dim as lust takes the reins of your mind, and you barely remain conscious through the next hour of sex. Between harpies, your mind brought to attention by lack of sex, you recall seeing the harpy queen, either stroking herself or having a slut between her legs. More than this, however, you cannot recall...

 

Finally, the last of the sluts sates herself, crawling off you. You lie there for minutes, your mind too hazed with lust for any intelligent consciousness of your situation. Finally, you blink a few times and turn your head to either side. Most of the sluts are lying on the ground, spent, and the few remaining ones have turned to eachother to ride out the rest of your lust. Your face is covered with drying girlcum and you feel the mixed juices of you and at least a dozen sluts wetting your legs and stomache. Dazed, you lift yourself up onto your arms and look at the harpy queen, who looks at you with an expression of mild impatience, her head resting on her shoulder. "Come," she bids, her tone imperious, "you've work to do."

 

Fearing the worst, you manage to right yourself, noting how absolutely sore your relaxing cock is. Standing up, you hesitantly walk over to her, not sure what she wants you to do. Once you're within a foot of her throne, she speaks again, spreading her legs, revealing her towering nine inch cock and a pair of heavy balls. Up close, you notice how absolutely amazonian her body is. She brims with muscled feminity. With a forced casualness - masking bored impatience - she reaches out her hand, which you cautiously take, and pulls you towards herself. "Sit," she says, indicating her right leg, and, cautiously, you climb her massive, muscular leg, which puts your own comparitively twig-like limbs to shame. She guides your held hand to her erect human-like member, heavily veined and glistening with mixed saliva and girlcum left by it's previous occupants. Getting her meaning, you grab it in your left hand, the massive member pulsing and radiating a fiery heat. Its heavy, masculine musk hits your nostrils, reigniting your chemical lusts as you start to slowly pump her throbbing meat. She takes hold of your waist with her right hand, with the other slowly stroking your hair. You groan slightly with need, your half-flaccid member dangling against her leg. "Poor boy," she coos, "you've never tasted a harpys elixir before, have you?" She tuts, "Well, I'm sure some of the sluts will be ready again soon... insatiable beasts, they." She groans at your attention, your digits brushing against her moist cock-flesh, travelling from the base to the engorged cockhead, her dick throbbing, two and a half inches of width pressed into your hand. "You know," she continues, almost talking to herself, "I ought to abduct more travellers like you. My daughters are insatiable, and I can't just have them fingering themselves all day. Maybe you'll come by for another visit?" You shudder somewhat and look towards the front of the throne, almost forgetting about the dick in your hand as you watch some of the harpies - Elsaar included - rise for round two of their orgy. With a gentle tap on your head you're reminded to focus on your task at hand, and you continue jerking the cock you've been given, harpy juices making each rise and fall a smooth glide. The harpy queen lets out a controlled moan as she strokes your head, her strokng becoming stronger and rougher with every passing minute. You take this as a sign that she's close and speed up your thrusts, massaging the pillar of cockflesh at your command with experienced hands, savoring the veiny, hot flesh of her dick and the ridges of her head. Her grip on your waist tightens as she pulls you closer to herself, making you awkwardly lean into her large breasts as you finish her off. She painfully grabs your hair as you feel her cock twitch violently, finally reaching her peak, her payload shooting through her dick and splattering everywhere. It covers her breasts in a blanket of white ooze, some hitting your chin and some running onto your slowly pumping hand. Her orgasm lasts for minutes as she hoses herself - and some of you - with her seed. As her balls finally start to deplete, you release her slowly drooping member, letting it tilt downwards, still leaking a thin stream of seed onto the floor. A few harpies gather near you, soft tongues covering you and their queen, trying to collect every drop of her cum that they can. Even Elsaar shows up, butting her way towards the queens crotch to attend to her member. You see another slut shove two fingers into Elsaars cunt, much to her ire, and soon enough the harpies have devolved into another desperate orgy. You start to feel some slender, feminine hands pulling at you, then joined by half a dozen more, and the queen releases you to your fate as the harpy sluts pull you into their midsts. And luckily, someone's had the decency to bring another one of those 'elixirs'...

 

You spend the next few hours in intermittent bouts of sex. When once the last of the harpies have been sated - this time for good - you drift off to sleep.

 

You wake up the next day at the bottom of the harpies mountain, with your belongings stacked next to you, along with some familiar pink vials...