Ever After 2: Harpies

 

Luka sat in the sun, a broad hat covering his eyes as he watched the large apiary. Set in the middle of a massive field, the famed hives of Happiness Village buzzed with activity, a turn of phrase that always earned him a sharp rebuke from the other villagers. Great patches of clover grew around the apiary, bees buzzing happily as they gathered the pollen for their honey. Luka smiled, a small clover flower between his lips. His help wasn't necessary just at the moment. He had spent last night, as he spent every night, 'entertaining' the unwedded harpies of the village.

 

When Luka had set out on his journey, he hadn't been expecting to become the communal property of a village of monster girls. Admittedly, it had always represented a very real possibility. If you weren't baptized and you set out to be an adventurer, winding up someone's husband was one of the nicer things that could happen to you. He was quite glad, for example, that he hadn't been eaten by anyone. That would've made the long nights of being feasted on here seem like an absolute picnic. He adjusted the small bag of ice on his groin, shifting slightly to alleviate the soreness and discomfort. They were perfectly lovely young women, but they didn't know the meaning of the word 'restraint', except when it applied to pinning him down.

 

There was a soft fluttering of wings, and he turned his head. The Harpy Queen sat next to him. "Good morning, Luka." In her arms, she held a small harpy child. Feathers still growing in, the child let out a cheerful little peep, nuzzling into her mother's chest, as the queen took a seat beside him. "I hope you are enjoying yourself?" She smiled pleasantly at him. He considered the question for a moment.

 

"I could be doing worse, I'm sure. So, how long did you plan to keep me here...?" He'd asked the question many times before. The answer was always the same. He didn't know why he bothered. He wasn't sure he could adjust to life without being the village property of the harpies. But it would be rather shameful if the legendary Hero, savior of the world, heir to great bloodlines, couldn't work up the chutzpah to be a little bit defiant about being kept as a pass-around for a bunch of feathery broads.

 

"In a generation or so the Harpy population should be well-established. And of course, we wouldn't want you to be breeding with your own children. Incest can be such a taboo for you humans, after all." She smirked at him, and his face went bright red. "So just twenty years or so. Why, are you feeling worn out?" She asked, her eyes drifting down to his groin, a smirk on her face. "It had to be done, you know. After all, you did lay your hands upon the queen of the harpies. If we didn't demonstrate that you were under our control, it would make everyone think I was weak. My predecessor made a lot of enemies; If they thought they could get away with revenge, they would. You're helping to keep the peace. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" She smiled sweetly, her large, soft eyes glowing luminously. Motherhood had only enhanced her already voluptuous frame. Her hips were round and soft, her breasts full. She pulled her shirt aside, revealing one of her breasts, and the hungry child latched her lips on, drinking thirstily. "Of course, we must make sure our children grow up respecting their daddy. Wouldn't want them to become like my predecessor..."

 

Luka sighed softly, leaning back, enjoying the cold of the ice. Of course, it was what he'd wanted to do. But being a breeding stud wasn't exactly how he'd planned on keeping the peace. "How's Alice doing?" he asked, hopefully.

 

"Oh, quite well. I hear she's planning on having an heir soon." That made his stomach twist a little. He'd always thought it might be him who would end up with the Monster Lord. But, ever since he'd accepted the Harpy's invitation... "Oh, don't look so gloomy. Maybe you'll go see her after you're free, hmm? That reminds me, though... The castle has increased their orders of Hero's Honey. How are your balls feeling?"

 

"I really wish you wouldn't sell it like that. It's kind of humiliating, you know." He flushed. "And they're still a bit sore from last night." His eyes drifted back towards her chest, uncovered, as the child slept peacefully in her arms. He winced as his erection throbbed into life. He was sore, but it wasn't all bad. He swallowed dryly as the Harpy breathed, her chest rising and falling. The sight of her breasts always made him feel just a little bit worked up. He coughed, and cleared his throat. "You might have to raise the price, or something. You don't want to overuse me, right?"

 

"Well, the semen of the hero who defeated Ilias and saved the world... It is a rare and special kind of condiment. We've been bottling quite a bit for future use. After all, there'll probably never be its like again." She smiled, and took out a small jar. Creamed honey filled it, pale in color, and glittering in the sunlight. She gently opened the jar, the child still resting against her bosom. "Mmmm. So valuable, it'd be a waste to just gobble it up like a hungry animal. But..." She dipped a claw in, and licked a little bit of the honey off, slurping noisily. He swallowed. He knew it was a large part of the city's economy. Monsters were willing to pay quite a bit for the famed Happiness Honey with some of the Hero's semen stirred in. Personally speaking, he didn't get the appeal, but it was another way for him to help out.

 

"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself with that." He sighed softly. Of course, he couldn't escape. Quite aside from the issue of wanting to escape, the harpies could easily just drag him back. The Harpy laws on husband-taking were quite clear; He was technically the property of the village. There was nothing anyone could do to break him free, and he would be returned. He understood that the harpies didn't exercise the law much nowadays, but it still had to be respected. He could have fought them, but... He grumbled softly, leaning back. The harpy queen leaned in next to him, smiling, and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Her soft feathers tickled his sides, and his erection gave another little twitch. She knew how to play him like a fiddle. He let out a soft groan.

 

"Someone's awfully grumpy. What's the matter, Luka?" She asked, her head tilted, smiling.

 

"It's humiliating. Being treated like... livestock." He grumbled, rolling onto his side, facing away from her. He felt her feathertips stroking his back gently, tickling him. "Would it hurt to treat me like a person, occasionally? I mean... I'm not sure I'm going to even be that kid's dad. I'm just a piece of meat you're using to repopulate your species. It feels dehumanizing." He heard her giggle. "You know what I mean. It's not-" She gently rolled him over onto his back, and smiled, placing the child in his arms. His right arm went to support the child's head, as his left arm went under her body. The child smiled, and let out a trill, one slender, feathery arm reaching up to brush his cheek. Two large, blue eyes peered up at him, and his heart went a bit melty. Millions of years of evolution kicked in, as he gently rocked the child.

 

"You're not livestock, Luka. You're a beloved part of this village. I know we work you hard, and it may feel a little cold and detached. But we're all terribly grateful you stay here. If you wanted to leave, you know, you could. It's not like we could beat you in a fight. But... Well. I hope you'll stay, because your children need a good father. And we would miss you terribly." She winked softly. He knew the child was only one of about a dozen or so. The rest were resting in their creche. Little Sachichi was the only one with his eyes, though. "And you feel a bit like you've been used as livestock, hmmm...?" She smiled, and whistled. One of the unwedded Harpies appeared at their side in a flash, bowing. "Miri, please, take Sachichi back to the creche, would you?" She smiled sweetly, as the harpy nodded loyally. Then, she turned back towards Luka. "This is a rather poor economic choice, but... That's the most fun part about romance, isn't it?" She smiled warmly. Then, she bent forward. She opened Luka's pants, and her warm, delicate tongue slid into them. Longer than a human's, she effortlessly fished his shaft out, her warm lips pressing against the tip.

 

"What are- Ah!" He let out a cry. The warmth of her mouth, the slick saliva, helped to soothe away all of the soreness he was feeling. He fell back in the clover, drooling slightly as the queen harpy delicately ran her tongue and lips across his shaft. She made wet, messy smacking noises, her lips pressing together into kisses around the tip of his shaft before releasing, her tongue swirling gently around his manhood. He let out a soft groan, feeling himself melting a bit. She knew how easy it was to make him orgasm, and she held back. Soothing him, making him feel as though his manhood was melting in her mouth like a sweet treat. He let out a gasp, his mouth hanging open, panting as she made slow, delicate sucking motions.

 

Her lips pulled free of the cock, and she smiled. "You're right, I think. Mating for procreation, and milking you for Hero Honey... Well, it must all feel a bit mechanical. And we do like you, you know." She reached out with her tongue, and ran it across the head of his cock, leaving him shivering and panting a bit. "Sometimes it's good to remind you of that. Besides... It's much more intimate for a lover to consume it directly, isn't it?" Her eyes met his, and he shivered. Then, she pushed her lips down, engulfing his shaft in one hungry swallow. She deepthroated him effortlessly, her tongue slowly coiling around his shaft, as she took him into her throat. None of the firm, mechanical milking he'd experienced before, no mockery, no cruelty. She didn't force him over the edge instantly. She took her time with him, her tongue slowly slurping and stroking across his manhood, wet noises coming from deep in her throat. She was letting him enjoy it. He felt strangely warm in the base of his stomach. Sure, she was an enslaving monster who was holding him here. Tempting him, using his own desires against him. But he couldn't stay mad at her. The warmth of her lips, the gentle encouraging sounds she made from the back of her throat, they all combined to leave him out of control.

 

When his orgasm hit, it was a slow, gentle affair. He let out a soft groan, as his shaft twitched, and throbbed. The Harpy Queen's cheeks puffed out, swelled with semen, as she let out a low gurgling noise of pleasure, her tongue slurping at him, as she grinned pleasantly. He let out a sigh, as his shaft went limp, leaning back. The warm pleasure settling in his stomach was satisfying, and for the first time in his life, he was allowed to enjoy the afterglow without immediately being preyed upon again. "Thanks." He murmured gratefully. "But isn't that going to make it a bit hard to meet those order quotas?"

 

She shrugged, and smiled sweetly. "We'll just say there was a temporary shortage. It'll let us raise the prices a bit." She laughed softly, and gently tugged him upright, resting his head against her bosom, smiling as she trailed feathers down his sides, tickling him tenderly, letting out gentle little trills. And he felt a bit better about his fate.