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Aello CH 1-- Love Transforms By: Tyvara

Pain split through Deon's head from eye to eye, arching down the back of his skull. Flitting his eyes opened was a mistake, as it filled his sights with light, colors, shapes -- and more pain. He pinched his lids closed, but his brain still throbbed, lancing lightning through every muscle in his face. Please! Make it stop. I'll do anything! The torture rippled under his scalp like a thousand tiny pickaxes. Gripping his forehead, Deon curled into a ball and waited for the ache to subside.

A haggard groan slipped from his lips.

Only his echo comforted him. Not like he was used to coddling. Most of the time he handled things alone. Family didn't understand him, women never responded to his advances, and his job never recognized anything he did. He might as well not even exist. That's why he'd spent the money on a cruise ticket to see if a change of scenery might improve his life. Brilliant idea Deon, just brilliant. He tried to remember where he was or what had happened, but he saw only blackness and water.

A storm! As the agony fluctuated, pieces of broken memories began to filter back. The ocean liner had been crossing the Mediterranean, when a violent storm hit. Only glimpses of shattered images remained. Unrecognizable shouts and blurred figures, feelings of fear and the lack of air, all raced through his mind. Lightning, and a fire -- screaming and thunder. He'd fallen overboard.

His skin prickled. Am I dead? He bit his lip. The salty tang of blood told him he still lived. The taste awakened his senses, and the saline air of a nearby ocean filled his lungs. Lapping waves churned against a rocky shore as if he'd fallen inside a seashell. The ground beneath him dug into his side in various spots, like a bed of rocks and rough stone. Fear of more pain kept his lids closed, so he stretched out a hand and felt around instead. When that didn't confirm more than misshapen rocks, Deon peeked his lids open enough to let in a sliver of light. Instantly a sharp twinge begged him to close his eyes, but he waited through the pain before he risked opening his eyes farther.

For a second his vision tunneled, then he realized he lay at the back of a small cave. Around a couple of large boulders, at the craggy mouth sat a whitish figure -- out of focus at first, and hazy. As his eyes adjusted, the fuzziness gave way to white feathers.

Lounging against the circular opening rested a speckled-gray feathered, raven haired women. She hung one leg outside the cave obscuring her calf, the other, she clutched with what would have been arms, except hers resembled gray-cloaked bird wings. Her face suggested more femininity, with her large eyes, and fluffy feathered nose above fleshy, pink lips. Though, from this distance she still possessed the appearance of a barn owl.

Spots swam in his vision, and his stomach felt as if it dropped into his feet. He blinked his eyes, but the image remained. Pushing himself up, he rolled onto his hips. I must be dreaming. He'd fantasized about erotic bird women since he'd first discovered the pleasure of grasping his own penis. Shaken, he ran a hand through his spiky hair, rough against his fingers like touching a fuzzy hedgehog. The prickly sensation forced him to look at his hand. Everything felt too real for a dream. His awareness of the cool breeze wafting from the cave entrance, to his racing heart, beating adrenaline through his veins, all senses assured him of reality.

"So, you're awake." The airy melody of her voice suggested that of a singer.

Deon jumped. Returning his sights to the opening, the bird-woman now stared at him. His eyes widened until the muscles in his brows ached. "I . . . I'm really not dreaming," he said in wonder.

She chuckled, the sound dulcet and dainty, almost toy-like. "No, you're not. I saved you from drowning when lightning struck your ship. I brought you here; you'd hit your head." Worry lined her large ruddy-orange eyes. "I'm glad to see you awake. You slept so long I'd begun to worry." Releasing her leg, she turned from the cave opening. She stood and flashed him her naked body.

Knowing he should look away, he still couldn't tear his eyes from the voluptuously curvaceous, yet feathered, form sauntering toward him. Crunching rocks echoed her steps. It rattled his nerves, but he pushed his unease to the back of his mind -- too absorbed with taking in her exotic beauty.

The only marring on her snowy white underside, were wisps of scalloped-gray feathers clustered between her full, bouncing breasts. Within the confinement of the cavern, she arched her hips around roughly angled boulders. Forcing herself forward, the rough rocks stimulated her pale nipples until they hardened. Thick, white thighs nestled her sex while she walked, her clit-hood visible from where he sat.

When his crotch twitched, it reminded him how long he'd been without a woman. Afraid she might disappear, he kept his lids from blinking. His eyes teared, but the moisture evaporated before they left his lashes. Never in his life, had he seen anything like this seductive creature beyond the confines of his own imagination. "W . . . what -- who are you?"

Her giggle drew his attention to her face. A perfect image of a Tito owl, the black heart-shaped outline accentuated her long face. The thick marking bordered her voluminous jet-black hairline variegated by wisps of silvery zigzags, like feathers adorning her head. Those shoulder length locks complemented her round, blood-orange colored eyes. "I'm a harpy." Breathy, she lingered on the word. "The line of Aello runs through my veins. Harpies call me, Calysta."

Once she stepped around the last obstructing rock, she revealed her white, scaled owl feet complete with thick black talons. For a second, Deon wondered what damage she could wreak with those dangerous feet, large enough that she'd need only one to grasp him around his middle. He couldn't dwell long on those thoughts, because the sloping cavern ceiling forced Calysta to duck. The motion pulled her wings in so that her breasts squished together, elongating her cleavage. The gray markings of her wings gave the appearance of a cloak blanketing her shoulders, except that her primaries outlined her delicious breasts, rather than hide them.

Deon's cock throbbed against his pants, his heart thrumming in his chest as if his entire body hummed like a struck tuning fork. Then he remembered what she'd said. "You mean, like those Greek stories? Those harpies? But you're so beautiful."

Ruffling her feathers, she nodded with a coy smile. She sat on folded claws next to him so that she hid her only unsettling features. "Yes. My ancestor, Aello, and her two bosom sisters, used to couple with Zeus. When Hera discovered them, she transformed them into harpies. Each took on the characteristics of their namesake. Okypete, the swift of flight, took on the features of falcons. Okythoe of the swift feet represented the eagles. Aello, as the wind-footed one became like owls."

Calysta's voice dropped low, barely above a whisper. "No one knew Zeus impregnated his lovers, and Hera's transformation affected those children. When those children came into this world, they took on the species of their mothers." Calysta's volume rose slightly as she continued. "Due to the goddess' curse, all men withered in the touch of a harpy; however, because Zeus's seed had touched them, my ancestors realized that only Zeus could couple with them. Zeus could not risk angering his wife again on the matter, so the harpies were alone. To abide their grief and time, they sang their sorrows out to sea." Trailing off, as if recognized that ancient grief, she shook herself before she resumed. "Their songs reached out across the ocean, deterring ships, drowning men and ending all the lives of those who searched for them. Their loneliness even reached up to the heavens where Zeus finally heard them. He took pity on the harpies, and the men that sought them to their death. But fearing Hera's wrath, he swore to the harpies that he'd send them a sign when a son of his bloodline crossed the seas near an unbonded harpy. Because only the blood of Zeus can withstand a harpy's touch, only his descendants can become our mates." Wonder filled her eyes as she scanned him. "The lightning that struck your ship brought me to you." She sucked on her lower lip. She appeared . . . nervous, feathers ruffling in a way that mimicked his own prickling skin. "Tell me your name," she pleaded, excited eagerness in her tone.

His mind swirled around her story (a story that only hours ago, had been no more than that: a myth). It probably explained why he'd never matched well with the girls he knew -- the reason they never seemed to understand him either -- the meaning behind all those dreams: He'd been destined for something else, for a harpy. Opening his mouth to respond, but words failed him. He knew his name, but the letters stalled while forming sounds. Slowly, he mouthed his name until his voicebox caught up with him. "D . . . Deon. My name -- it's Deon."

"I knew it!" Calysta smiled wide, her feathers accentuating the motion. "Your name means you are of Zeus. The lightning king always sends his signs, and they are never wrong." Stretching out her wing, she cupped his thigh, drawing Deon's attention to the articulate thumb-feather extending from a knobby bone on the inner side of her wing. "Couple with me, be my mate and become a harpy in your own right."

Deon nodded slowly, then stopped. "Wait -- what?" Did she really just say what I think she said? I'm supposed to become a harpy?

"Compatible males can withstand the transformation," she said. "If you were anyone else, it would kill you." Leaning forward, she brought her owlish face inline with his. "One kiss and it begins."

A shiver slid down his back. He didn't know what to believe. Above all, he didn't want to die. Frankly, the thought of turning into a harpy intrigued him, but it couldn't hurt to see if he had options. "Let's say I can survive the transformation. What . . . what if I don't want to be a harpy?"

Calysta's eyes flashed anger, widening, accentuating the sanguine color of her blood-orange irides. The danger of a talon-footed owl harpy filled the room like an imposing cloud. "If you don't, then you're useless beyond how satisfying a meal you'll make."

Nightmarish images flashed in Deon's mind for a second, and dread eradicated any desire to resist her offer. To erase those thoughts, he scanned every inch of her. Her mesmerizing beauty eased his fears. Deon's dick pulsed, while he scanned the gorgeous body beneath her owl coating. Between sex or death -- "I'll be able to fly, right?" he asked, a bit more eager than he'd expected himself to sound.

All her anger vanished, reshaping into a coy smile. "Of course." She knelt closer, expectantly. "I'll teach you." With a rapid flutter of her long lashes, Calysta's eyes became sweet and alluring. "Trust me. You'll survive the transformation. Zeus has never led a harpy astray on this matter."

Beneath the white fluff of her face, Deon could see her small, angular nose, her cheekbones highlighted by gray feathers. When she wasn't terrifying, she could be quite exquisite. So this is my mate, huh? Stretching out his hand, Deon reached up to cup her face. Against his palm, her softer-than-down feathers gave a decent approximation of her bone structure.

Calysta leaned into his hand, her eyes closing in apparent bliss.

He pulled her toward him.

Resisting him, her eyes flashed open and she moved back onto her haunches. "You don't want to transform with all those clothes on." She gestured with her wing.

Her rebuff of his advancement began as a wave of awkwardness that morphed into embarrassment over undressing in front of her. He'd been naked in front of women before, but this was different. Wasn't it? Looking down at his tattered clothes, he realized how little covered him anyway. He shrugged. If this is part of it, might as well get used to it. At least nudity means easier access.

Happiness swelled within him, but eager nerves caused his fingers to fumble with the remaining buttons on his shirt. I can't believe this is really happening. I'm going to be a bird man -- a harpy. I'm going to fly! This beautiful creature wants me. She wants to be my mate. The second button kept slipping out of his fingers, and finally, he gripped his shirt and ripped it open; the last buttons whizzed in opposite directions. He shrugged out of his shirt. When he came to his pants, he shoved them down before he could get overwhelmed and stop. Adrenaline afforded him the mildest of rough snagging sensations as his hardened cock snagged on the way. Naked, he posed stiff and partially shaking before Calysta.

She scanned him. When her eyes reached his package, a smile turned up the corners of her mouth. "I'm glad you find me attractive." Her voice sounded relieved, implying that she'd expected repulsion.

Her honesty made him want to calm her fears. "I've thought about women like you my whole life. I just thought I'd have to spend my life dreaming -- never figured it'd really happen. That harpies really exist, and I'm supposed to be one of them." Pausing, he debated his next question, hoping she'd take it well. "Would you mind if I call you Caly?"

Stunned shock washed across her face. It disappeared when she grinned. "I'd like that. My clan sisters call me, Caly."

This time, when he reached out to her, she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch. Her eyes closed, completing her look of utter contentment. She allowed Deon to guide her closer.

The moment their lips met, all other sensations melted away. Lips, tongue, the warmth of her mouth, the spicy-sweet smell of her feathers, her silken hair tracing against his cheek, all became heightened with his eyes closed. Everything culminated in perfect bliss as if his life had waited for this exact moment his entire life. He could stay in the moment forever.

Without warning, his breath left him, sucked from his lungs into her mouth. Panicked, his eyes flew open.

Caly remained locked in a passionate kiss. Her beautiful face was calm, serene -- utterly unaware of his alarm. She enjoyed the kiss as any woman melting into a first kiss would.

Deon, on the other hand, thought his heart might beat through his chest. Terrified, he tried to struggle. Except that the second he attempted to move his limbs, pain blazed through his bones as if his skeleton roasted from within.

He couldn't get away. All the air had gone. Words, thoughts, all lost to the void of utter dread.

Desperate for any breath of air, he tried to suck through his nose, but it clogged shut as if plugged. His trachea tensed, burning from the lack of oxygen. Every inch of him screamed for a wisp of air. Anything. He could do nothing but sit there while life ebbed from him. Fading deeper and darker, blackness rose around him, his body aching to do anything to save himself, but no answer came.

As quick as the breath had disappeared from his lungs, an audible whoosh filled his lungs again with the sweet taste of life.

Relief permeated his every fiber. Gasping, Deon broke the kiss for a deep gulp of air, before returning to her lips. A tingle of control returned to his limbs and he pulled Caly on top of him. She did say only someone of Zeus could survive the transformation. He couldn't prepare himself for what lay ahead, so he figured he'd live in the moment. He couldn't turn back now.

Her soft breasts pressed to his chest, where her hardened nipples flicked against his skin. They traced slow circles while she shuffled positions above him.

Desire to caress those squishy pendulums became so intense that he slipped a hand between their bodies to cup one. Massaging it with his palm, he thumbed her taught nip. The tickle of tiny feathers covering her perfect tit delighted his fingertips.

She moaned into his mouth, the sound reverberating in his skull like erotic music. When she broke their kiss to nibble his lip, she added, "Yes." She leaned back slightly, exposing her breasts. "Touch me with your hands. Feel me before they turn into wings."

Complying, he brought his other hand up to play with her untouched boob.

Her body arched back as she groaned long and loud. "More, Deon, more."

With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed both nipples. Rolling them slow, and gentle in a subtle pinch, he lifted her breasts to enjoy the weight of them better.

Squeals like sharp yips echoed against the cavern walls. The vibration extended through the cave and into his spine.

Caly's smiles sent a further burst of pleasure through him. Deon wanted to keep her smiling, and make those sexy shrieks send music through the tunnel. He released her breasts only to slide his hands down her sides, stopping to grip her hips. With a tug, he guided her toward his aching cock.

Now straddling him, she hovered over his dick. Her pussy lips graced over the tip of his penis, spreading her wetness across him. She wanted him. Her need trailed down his shaft. "Yes, Deon. Take me!" she demanded.

He loved how she said his name, so breathy, so aroused. He wanted her to ache for him the way he did for her. With his hands holding her hips steady, he bucked upward, rolling his cock upward along her clit.

She gasped out a scream.

Grinning, he did it again. Her squeal heightened the sensation of his glans against her bud, like a soft, warm bead, tracing lines along his shaft.

"Please! I need you inside me." She tugged her hips against his grip in an attempt to position his cock against her slit. "Fill me -- fill me now!"

Caly's demanding need got his blood boiling. I'll give you what you want, baby. In one slick motion, he slid his cock from her clit and slipped into her wet, cozy pussy.

The moan that left Caly's lips ended like a contented sigh. Her smile, and the relaxing roll of her head, confirmed how much she'd needed a hard, throbbing dick inside her. That relaxation didn't transfer to her pussy. Her muscles gripped him so tightly, that it took Deon considerable effort to get enough thrust for her to bounce. Regardless, she gripped him, rushing to return his entire length into her every time he got the slightest bit out.

When he brought his thumb up her thigh to her clit, intending to rub it, Deon caught a glimpse of his arm. Quills poked through his skin, the largest lining the outermost part of his arm. Some of the quill-tips had broken open revealing the ends of teal blue feathers.

His flesh itched, then seared. All his attention turned from Caly, to his arms, then his stomach bursting with white and orange. His eyes scanned every area where his pores had opened to pinfeathers. Fear gripped him, but his hand slowly gravitated toward his face. Part of him wanted to touch, to know how different he'd become -- most of him didn't think he needed that information -- but he couldn't stall his hand.

Before he reached his face, Caly caught him with her wing. "Leave them alone. Ignore it." She nodded with a reassuring smile. "Make love to me. It'll take your mind off the strangeness. Let it all fade away." Kneeling forward, she kissed him again.

With her tongue in his mouth, and his cock buried deep inside her, the itch of growing feathers became a distant tingle -- like a half-forgotten scratch. He returned his thumb to her clit. Using the other hand he rolled around her thigh and griped her ass. He'd rather focus on how tight her pussy clenched him, the weight of her body on top of him, and the sexy little squeals she made each time he thrust upward. He wanted to discover all the different sounds she could make. Harpies are singers after all. They're supposed to hit some really high notes. Grunting to express his inward glee, he thrust up hard.

Caly's delighted screams were music to his ears. Any thrust that reached deep enough, got her arching her back to yell ever louder.

Despite her bouncing and her slick juices coating him, Deon still had to use all his muscles to slide his dick beyond her tightness. So good, but damn she's tight.

Realization seeped through him. His heart leaped along with his next forceful slam. Caly had said only men of Zeus could survive their touch. She's a virgin! Not like she acts like one, but only virgin pussy could be this tight. Arousal rushed through him so fast, he almost came -- but he held back. He wanted to give her the best first time he could.

Keeping one thumb circling her clit, he took a moment to fondle her boobs with his other hand. Unfortunately, he could still see his morphing body at the edge of his vision. He released her tits in favor of her ass to ignore the strangeness of his winglike arms. He centered on her exotic barn owl face. Enjoying her twisted expressions of delight while he pleasured her.

Moaning, she rolled her hips and bounced up and down. Her body writhed and curled like a feathered snake.

Deon allowed her to take over, slowing his motions and flexing upward, to offer her an enjoyable, hard pole to writhe around. He watched her body jiggle. Reveling in each sexy gyration that rippled her feathers, and her tight grip on his cock that took him along for the ride, he loved it every minute. I could watch her ride me all day, but her grip will get me sore before long.

Bringing both thumbs to her clit, he alternated the spiraling of his thumbs so neither would tire. Intent on getting her to climax first, he set a whirlwind pace.

The long scream that left Caly's mouth reached decibels Deon never knew existed. Her muscles clenched so tight, he thought he might pass out.

Fortunately, only his vision wavered, tunneling around Caly, absorbed with the way her breasts pointed upward when her back arched.

Her wings followed that energy, swinging so far back that when she brought them forward, the rush of air whooshed through his hair, sending a cave-dust cloud across his face.

Forced to close his eyes, Deon still envisioned the way Caly looked -- flapping her wings while she rode him like she swung on the swing that was his penis.

When a trickle of wetness ran down his thighs, she shuddered and cried out.

Deon knew she came.

Releasing her clit to hold her hips, he found gripping now impossible -- his thumbs no longer moved the same -- so he used his palm to push her toward him. Deon gave a few final thrusts.

All the extra wetness made gloriously slick slaps when their hips collided.

His balls twitched, the tingle traveling up his shaft until he came. Lights flashed across his vision, starrifying his sight so that Caly's body glistened. He shot copious bursts of thick come into her, so much that the excess coated his cock on his last few plunges.

Finished, Caly slumped forward with an added sigh. "I've been looking forward to that all my life."

"Have you?" He could tell, but he wanted to hear her reason.

She nodded. "I never thought I'd be the first of my clan sisters to find a compatible male." Shuffling atop him, she slowly rose, releasing his dick from the warmth of her pussy.

His heart sank at leaving her, so much, that he almost missed her mentioning other harpies. "Really?" Hadn't she mentioned sisters earlier? "How many others are there?" he asked.

"I don't really know how many of us there are. We're spread all over the world, but we keep to groups so we don't fight over any males we find. Once you get used to your wings, we'll return to where I live so you can meet the two I live with." Standing, she backed away and motioned for him to follow. "Your transformation is almost complete. You should stand up and stretch out your new body."

Without her sexual distractions, Deon ventured a look at himself. The only familiar sight was his penis. At least that stayed the same. From his chest down to his calves he bristled with rufous feathers atop white down. What had once been feet, now had the thin knobbiness of a sparrow in a bright, red-orange color. Wriggling his new toes, he noticed the transformation fused his outer two, separating near long, black nails. I've never seen a sparrow with feet like this. I wish I could think of what does. Out of three toes that left only the index to move around freely. His former big toe now acted like a strange thumb, jutting off the back of his foot-palm. When he brought his digits together, they formed a pincher. Okay, that's enough feet. Let's see how they work. Standing, Deon realized he'd become taller like walking on tiptoe -- despite how strange his digits were positioned. His arms had now feathered into fully functional wings, displaying all the shades of teals. Attractive colors. I like. Beneath the feathers he could only feel two fingers and a tiny thumb. Can't even guess what I can do with that yet. Over his ass and extending down to his calves, a full set of teal feathers had grown into a tail. He wriggled it experimentally to test the weight of it.

Tentatively, he took his first steps. He wobbled a little. His center of balance was now completely different from before. His body possessed a lighter airiness, as if he could leap into the sky and float on the wind. Examining his wings again, his attention turned to Caly. "How did I not feel this?"

Caly shrugged. "It's different for everyone. Some find it painful, others a mild tingle." Choosing a seat near the cavern mouth, she angled herself toward Deon, watching him move around the cave.

Those sensations of transforming floated in the back of his mind, like a half-forgotten dream. "It felt somewhere in the middle," he said. "Kind of burning." After a few more stumbles, Deon began to understand walking with his new feet. He needed to spread his toes as wide as he could to get the best balance. "I had a hard time focusing on anything beyond you." Walking toward Caly, he aimed for the other side of the cave opening across from her. "You're absolutely gorgeous." He sat with his back against the wall.

Turning her head aside in an owlish blush, Caly cast sideways glances at him. She sat in about the same position as when he first woke. "You're quite handsome yourself. With those white and orange stripes on your face, and that spiky hair, you look exactly like a kingfisher."

That explained his odd feet. "So that's what I am." He lifted them one at a time for another examination. "I thought I would turn into some sort of bird of prey -- like you."

She giggled in her cute toyish way and shook her head. "Only females are like raptors. Males take after smaller species. It also adds a bit of color, since most males become vibrant. I always liked it. Gives us girls something lovely to look at."

Skeptical, Deon didn't know what to think. After spreading his wings wide, Deon scanned himself again. "You really like how I look?"

With a vigorous nod, she added, "I do. Very much." Rolling onto her knees, she crawled toward him. Hair swooped over one eye. The other held a hungry lust, intensified by the oranges of the setting sun reflected in it. "You have the strong body of a man," she said with a moan that suggested she'd tasted something delectable and wanted more. Keeping a sexy smile on her lips, she added, "Covered in those bright colors and soft feathers, I can see who you truly are. Who you were meant to be. It gets me all . . . aroused." From either side of her tail, the bulges of her ass swayed with a sultry shake.

Excitement stirred deep inside him. His cock still tingled from their earlier lovemaking, and began to stiffen while watching her slink up him. I like her appetite. If life with her consists of more of this, then turning into a harpy might be more fun than I first thought. "Well you're enchanting. All your whites and grays -- you're like a soft fluffy cloud I could wrap myself in." Wanting to see if she'd chase after him, Deon leaned back slightly.

She did, rushing forward to reach him before his head touched the rocks behind him.

Their lips met with a spark, and he welcomed her tongue into his mouth. His skin came alive, prickling, causing his feathers to ripple. New to his ears, the sound excited him, arousing him all the more.

Her weight against him, her feathers rustling with his, the smell of her feathers like a musk of spicy cinnamon, all filled his senses. When she slid down him, her gaze never strayed from his -- even when she reached his member and enveloped him with her mouth. Her lashes fluttered with salacious delight, and her concentration shifted to his dick. Moaning around his member, she licked it as if a deliciously delicate desert graced her lips. She savored him with slow motions, inching down his cock while her tongue swirled around his shaft.

Deon closed his eyes for a second and groaned. The warmth of her mouth permeated him with pleasure. When his cock reached the back of her throat, and bumped against her soft tonsils, he yelped. "Oh yes, Caly!" Tilting his head down, he watched her suck him.

As her head slid up his shaft, glistening dribbles of moisture trailed from her mouth down to his balls. The faster she slid up, the quicker those drops raced toward his sac.

Unable to contain his moans, he lay back and enjoyed. "Yes, Caly. Do that. That's so good."

With a moan of agreement, she took his cock back into her mouth. Nestling his glans between her tonsils again, a bit of pre burst against them, smearing more wetness along his tip.

A gasp escaped him. I wish I could gather her hair behind her head. That face is too perfect to hide behind hair. Sure I can fly with wings, but hands had their perks. In leu of a better option, he held the back of her head with his wing. While following her bobbing head, Deon used the other wing to brush her hair up beneath the one behind her head. It wasn't perfect, but he could see enough of what he wanted.

Her eyes squinted in pleasure as his cock filled her. Whenever Caly's lips touched his groin, deep-throating him, her ass rose into view.

His sights filled with the glorious seesaw of his dick disappearing into her mouth and her round hips rising to greet him. He watched until he couldn't contain himself anymore. "I -- I'm going to come!"

"Uh huh," she moaned around a mouthful of his dick.

He exploded with come. Perfect. She's perfect.

With spurts bursting down her throat, her mouth contracted as she drank him. Her tongue cradled his shaft while she sucked. Then she brought her wing up to grace her feathers against his balls.

That gentle tickle urged another couple of comeshots before his hips twitched to signal the last of his climax. His chest heaved, and his heavy breath ruffled Caly's hair.

Sliding his spent dick from her mouth, she dabbed at the corners of her lips with her tongue. She swallowed one final time. Happiness spread across her face as she crawled up him to settle in the crux of his arm. With her head resting on his chest, she trailed her wing along his chest, and her small thumb traced little circles in his feathers.

Deon embraced her while he came down from his orgasm. Glancing out at the cloudy sky tinged with reds, oranges and pinks, fading into the early purples of night. Sitting there, watching the sunset fade, he realized the life he'd known had ended. When the sun rose in the morning, everything he knew would be different. I'm different. I'm a harpy now.

As if she picked up his thoughts, Caly said, "We'll stay here until you get the hang of flying. Then we'll travel to my home to meet my clan sisters. Phoibe and Alexyna will be so excited to learn that I've found you." She sighed. "They've been aching for a male, even more than I had."

His body turned all fuzzy feeling for a moment. Tensing, he tilted his head to look into her hopeful eyes. "You mean . . . your sisters will mate with me too?"

"They aren't my sisters." Caly grinned. "My clan sisters are harpies I've bonded with. We're like sisters, but in name only. They're the only comfort in the long search for a descendant of Zeus." She hugged him. "But now that you're here, we have a whole new life ahead of us." Her gaze left his and looked out across the sea. "There's no telling how distantly you're descended from Zeus. It could take years of mating before your seed takes."

The thrill of possibilities of having three harpy lovers raced through his mind. Years. That's a lot of sex. Smiling, he said, "I hope I can live up to everyone's expectations."

"Well, you've already lived up to mine." With a dreamy sigh, she added, "I'm sure they'll be just as happy as I am. We wait for this all our lives."

Deon held her close. "You know, Caly, I've been waiting for this too." Staring out across the ocean and watching the first few stars reflected in the sloshing waves, he took comfort in her weight against him. He knew with every fiber of his soul that his life had finally found the right path -- a path that had only just begun.

To Be Continued . . .

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Author's Notes: The only description in the book of Aello, is that she was a harpy in Greek and Roman Myth. Harpy is under the H's and I flipped ahead to see if there was anything more on Aello. Turns out there was quite a bit. The mythology is of Aello and two other women who were consorts of Zeus, and turned into harpies by Hera.

Stories about Harpies are often mixed with those of Sirens, and in turn with Mermaids. Because of all these factors, I decided to go with a pornographic twist on The Little Mermaid -- Told from the man's perspective, and about his transformation to be like her and adapt to her culture (instead of the other way around).

Initially, I was going to break up these stories throughout the Encyclopedia, but there were some problems with that plan. First, the other letters are very far apart, and I don't know if I'd still be this inspired to tackle these projects in a few years time. Second, the other two harpy's described in Aello's myth (Okypete, and Okythoe) aren't listed in the Encyclopedia. As far as I'm concerned, Aello was added to make the A's longer. Either way, I decided to write everything as four short stories, posting each part under the weekly schedule, before returning to the Encyclopedia for prompt fodder.

This isn't really a sidestep; I mentioned in my outline for this project, that there were chances an entry could get more than one story. I didn't expect it to be for something so short as Aello, but I'm just following wherever inspiration takes me.

Thanks so much for reading. ^^