18+ Corruption of Champions - Sophie

(NOTE: Adult Content. Text out of Corruption of Champions.)
Sophie watches your lust-wracked body with an expression of pity. The harpy woman saunters over and muses, “Well that was a waste. You aren’t exactly hard to get in the mood, you know? Why don’t you just come fuck me next time and skip all the foreplay?” The motherly bird-woman takes a moment to preen her feathery hair while she watches your hands pump away at your cock with relentless intensity. Though her eyes are full of warmth, the smile painted across her face is anything but kind.

The harpy leans over, brushing her swollen breasts over your tits. You squirm at the sudden extra pressure, but Sophie leans further to whisper in your ear, “You’ve gotten so horny for momma Sophie.” Her hand slips inside your comfortable clothes and gives you a measuring squeeze while she undresses you.

“Ooooh, you’re practically dripping. Girl, are you sure you don’t want this? Oh ho, I just felt you twitch in my hand. You do!” proclaims the harpy matron. Her words buzz at your brain, gnawing at your reluctance; you become almost convinced that you do want this. You must have been confused when you were resisting Sophie. The beautiful busty harpy is just giving you what you want. Her face curls into a beautiful smile as you nod in response. She chirps happily, “Good girl.”

Her praise sends a blissful, tickling sensation through you that makes you eager to please the harpy. This seems... wrong. Didn’t you just fight her? Sophie senses your confusion and pulls your head into her cleavage, cooing reassurances the entire time. “No no, this is what you wanted. Feel how hard you are? That’s just the tiniest fraction of your need for momma Sophie. You want my release.” The words buzz in your ears and blast away doubts about how you got here. She’s right – this is what you want.

Pleased by your submission, Sophie steps over your waist to straddle your body. Her feathery legs actually tickle a little, but the smooth, pink-tinged skin surrounding her pussy demands your unquestioning attention. Moisture beads on the over-sized lips that guard her entrance, tempting you to enter and feel them wrapping about you. The older woman grabs your dick and gives it a knowing rub; she has you exactly where she wants you. Her wide, egg-bearing hips lower, pressing the smooth flesh of her sex against your cock to give you a preview of what’s to come. The moisture trickles over your single balls and they shift and churn, building up a thick load of cum for your harpy lover. You grab hold of her hips and writhe against her, squirming until your ample prick lines up just right.

Sophie’s hips grind down, smothering your shaft in her over-sized pussy. It doesn’t feel all that great until her legs lock around your back and the squeezing starts. Her muscular thighs nearly immobilize you in a tight, feathery embrace. The tension translates down to her drippy cunt, and it feels as if her massive fuck-hole is trying to strangle the cum from your pulsating cock. The older harpy’s breath washes over your face as she really starts to get into it. Her gold-painted mouth glimmers in the light as she presses her supple lips against your own. The sweet taste of her makes your head swim while she roughly tongue-fucks your mouth. It’s brutal, savage, and so hot that your throbbing cock is already tingling dangerously.

You fight back by licking and sucking her lips, even pressing your tongue back into her mouth to tangle with her own. She breathily moans into your mouth before she pulls back, trailing spit. “Oh, goood girl. Such a young, virile specimen. My lips are going to make you stay throbbing and hard for the next eight hours of breeding. Give momma another kiss just to make sure,” commands Sophie. Without hesitation or regret, you latch onto her lips like a drowning man clutching to a life-raft. She squeezes you the entire time, and your back arches in climax. Spurts of seed fire from your cock deep into hot, wet depths. You clutch onto her arms as the tidal wave of pleasure rushes through you, barely hanging on. Sophie’s hips pull you in more tightly as you spend the last of your white goo within her depths. She murmurs, “Not bad for your first shot.” Her voice shifts and buzzes as she suggests, “You’re getting even harder now, little girl. Mhmmm, you’ll cum again soon.” The words burrow inside you and seem to squeeze more blood into your long shaft. It gets so hard it’s painful, and the tightness of her walls is almost too much to bear. The bird-woman’s face gives a tender, but knowing smile when you cum the second time, and the third time, and the fourth...