You free your sizable prick from your comfortable clothes, signaling your acceptance. The immediate rush of cold air that greets it makes you hope she won’t be wasting any time. The pale harpy woman squeals at the sight, raising her hands to her chin and practically bouncing in place. In a flash she’s on her knees, stroking and licking at your meat until it’s hard in front of her face. Her hot breath against your shaft has you more than ready for the sanctuary from the biting cold. She eyes your erect prick almost hungrily, licking her lips before swiftly engulfing almost its entire length in her mouth. Her expert technique astounds you; you certainly didn’t expect her to have any idea what she was doing but she’s able to take you nearly to the base of your shaft in one motion.

The heat of her throat against your sensitive flesh is such a relief that you lose your balance. You gasp air and place a hand on the back of her head, partly to steady yourself and partly to bring her closer in. Not meeting resistance, you pull her against you until her full lips are wrapped around the very base of your cock. She smiles around its girth and slowly slides her head back, dragging the tip of her tongue along its length and leaving you covered in her glistening saliva. The freezing temperature elicits another sharp intake of air, but the painful sensation is forgotten as she starts to bob back and forth, taking you in so deeply and so quickly that it’s impossible to think of much but the warm comfort of her mouth. She grabs onto your hips, enabling herself to move all the quicker.

Her fellating tongue and pursed lips are more than enough to make up for the uncomfortable temperature; the nip of the cold is forgotten as pleasure clouds your mind. At the pace she’s going, you near the edge in no time at all. You try to warn her, but climax takes you before you can get out more than a pant. Caught up in the bliss, you hold her close against you as you empty your hot load into the harpy’s receptive throat. She closes her eyes and looks quite contented while she swallows your spunk. When you finish, you let the harpy go. She looks just as satisfied as you are. A trail of cum and saliva still connects your head to her; she breaks it with a lick of her lips and gives your softening member a longing glance before standing up, panting from exertion.

The happy girl suddenly hugs you as you’re in the process of putting your prick back into your comfortable clothes. The silvery glow around her pale skin looks stronger now, so strong that you’re almost sure you can see it. “Oh, thank you!” she starts, but quickly composes herself. “For, um, helping me. Up.” She lets go and backs away from you. “I’ve gotta be going though, see you around! Enjoy the weather!” With that, she wings off into the skies. She lands atop a nearby tree, arms outstretched in an odd pose. The silvery glow surrounding her is still visible, even at a distance. You shake your head and return to camp, wondering who in the world that was. Not long after you return, the air warms once more and the snow melts, leaving the ground a slushy mess in spots.