18+ Corruption of Champions - Harpy

(NOTE: Adult Content. Text out of Corruption of Champions.)

You collapse in a broken heap, gasping for breath as your wounds sting and throb, a testament to the sharpness of the harpy’s claws. Turning your aching head to look at the ever-circling harpy, you see her mad-looking eyes narrow as she gains height, flapping her two pairs of wings frantically.

She lets out a psychotic cry that seems to echo throughout the area around you, carrying into the hills and back again. You could swear that more cries come back than the one that started the rolling echo, but before you can dwell on this, the crazed bird-girl dives at you with incredible speed, her thick frame colliding with you. You are sent spinning and rolling across the ground, your wounds singing a hymn of pain and weariness. After a few complex moments, the pair of you are dumped in a heap on the floor, with the horny harpy clawing brutally at your comfortable clothes, tearing it away from your body in no time at all.

The hierarchy is determined, and two of the harpies dive forward, burying their fat golden lips into your slick fuck-hole, their short, stubby tongues probing and exploring every inch of your feminine love-tunnel. Together they circle and push at your clit sensuously, leaving a sharp tingle at every little point their plump golden lips brush against. Growing more and more horny, each harpy probes one hand behind herself to toy with her drooling pussy, coaxing aroused squawks and moans from the group as they tend to you. The leading harpy makes a reckless dive for your chest, intent on claiming her prize before anyone else can take it from her. Careering down upon your stomach, her immense, wobbly ass pounds into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs and causing your two rows of hand-overflowing breasts to jiggle, slapping into one another. She leans slowly over you, her gilded lips glistening with saliva as they approached yours, her petite chest squashing your jugs against hers.

When the harpy’s lips press against yours, your vision starts to swim. She kisses you ferally, fuelled by a primeval lust. Her short, sharp tongue slaps yours all over your mouth, tickling and scratching across your lips. As you are forced into the crushing, vicious kiss, you notice that the pleasure shooting up and down your body seems somehow sharp, and your lust is beginning to swell and surge around your mind. Everywhere their lips have brushed on you feels tingly and pleasurable... those golden lips... they must be drugged! Even as you realize this, it is too late, and your tense muscles collapse in the overwhelming feel of it, your libido burning hot even as your body feels so weary.

As you succumb to the powerful aphrodisiac in the harpy girls' lipstick, the feathered beauties are squabbling all over again, but this is lost to you. The harpy girl straddling your chest shifts up, her moist, glistening sex shining in the light and peeking out from between her incredible asscheeks. Without waiting for you to draw breath she lets her whole weight SLAM down onto your face, her slick honeypot grinding back and forth across your nose as she rolls her hips. She squawks and moans in slutty enjoyment while you struggle for breath in vain. The chemicals in that lipstick shut down your sense of self-preservation, forcing you to perk up and mash your face lustfully into her sweet-tasting pussy. Both of your hands snap up, seemingly of their own accord, and knead and squeeze at her fat rear cheeks. Her feathers become ruffled in short order from the groping. The squawking in the background has quietened down and some part of your mind steels yourself for what’s coming.

The harpy whose immense ass is pinning your face to the ground raises her dripping cunt from your hungry lips, turning with her feet placed on either side of your head. She shakes her feathered rear gently with her tail swaying in the breeze. Without so much as a warning, the hungry harpy drops that massive ass HARD onto your face, the impact cushioned pleasantly by the sweet, jelly-like flesh of her honeypot slapping onto your mouth. Her tight rear passage squishes against your nose, ticklish feathers pressing at your cheeks while her powerful thighs clutch at the sides of your head. You feel the tense, feathery bodies of the other two harpies clutching at your flanks, their hands sweeping over every inch of your body in pure lust. Their hungry feminine mouths creep beneath the body of the harpy atop you and grab hard onto your soccerball-sized tits. They pull them towards their mouths, those gold lips wrapping themselves around your nipples to suckle gently. Their hands find their way to your slick vagina, and two sets of fingers start to explore your lush, velvety depths. They seem intent on making their captive quiver and scream in ecstasy beneath the stifling birdy bottom. The riding harpy leans down, her belly squishing your two rows of tits beneath her weight, and her drug-laced mouth joins the two intruding fingers in exploring your moist, feminine sex. Even as your vagina lets out its first wave of sticky girl-cum, your body tightens from the strength of the orgasm. The harpy’s stubby tongue drives into you, licking up your hot, sticky fluids. Those tingly drugs even slip past your nether lips, seeming to warm you from the inside out while her insane birdy tongue thrashes around in your twat. The other bird-girls' practiced fingers don’t let up in the slightest.

The harpies' fingers and that firm, buffeting tongue have driven you to orgasm over and over again. You’re lying in an immense pool of your own sexual fluids as the bird-girls' lips pump you full of those lust-inducing drugs, keeping you from blacking out by just a smidgeon. Those hips batter your head, slamming it repetitively into the ground and dazing you. The girls rotate, making sure they all have a nice, long turn riding your face and nibbling on your breasts.  At long last, all three bird-girls raise their drooling, swollen fuck-holes above your head. Each of them bares their buxom backsides and feverishly rubs their delicate hands over their clits until, in unison, they cry out with a bone-crushing orgasms. All three girls' eager cunts spurt out hot feminine cum over your face, neck and chest. The effects of their drug-laced kisses start to wear off and your vision swims. You catch a last glimpse of the harpies going through the bags and pockets of your long-discarded comfortable clothes before the blissful embrace of unconsciousness finally takes you.