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Outside the warmth of her fire heated cave Frost heard the winter winds screaming mercilessly in the dark. Every now and again the harpy would feel the chill of the storm creep beyond the fire's bastion of warmth and send the naked demi-human retreating back to the protection of her snow-coloured wings.

Letting her talon-tipped toes tap along the stone floor, Frost whined as she pined for the comfort of her nest where by now her family would be enjoying the warmth of their bodies curled together.

Clicking her tongue in aggravation, Frost pulled her knees up under her chin as she gently wrapped her wings around her. Soaking in the warmth of wing and fire both she simply closed her eyes as she tried to picture being home with her flock.

Giving a soft sigh, the harpy let out a soft hoot as she started to feel sleep reaching out through the void and beckon her to her dreams. A yawn caused her to open her eyes as she tried to use the light of the fire to pull her back from the grasp of Morpheus. By grace of the burning logs and the yowling of the storm Frost had never noticed the man wandering into the cave.

Tensing as she looked to him, the harpy felt her feathers flair on her wings as watched the lumbering motion of the heavily clothed man. Bundled against the storm in at least two coats, scarves, and thick boots the only part of the human that could be seen was the shimmer of his glasses as they started to reflect the firelight. Raising a hand, the man gave a deep rumble before collapsing to his knees.

Sitting there, Frost watched the man lie motionless on the ground. Focusing her sharp eyes on the man she could see his body rise and fall in steady breathing motions. Humming, she reached out with one of her long, slender avian legs and jabbed at his arm with one of her talons. As he gave a pained cry, the harpy quickly withdrew her leg and clicked at him.

“You not sleep! Stop lay down!” Frost hissed at him as she shifted until she was crouched on her toes though her wings made it appear that she might still be seated.

Grumbling, the man raised a hand weakly and waved her off. “Not sleeping… warming up. Stop stabbing me you damned bird!” Pushing himself up, the man muttered a few foul sounding words Frost didn’t know under his breath. Tugging down his scarf so she could fully see his face the man said, “That fucking hurt dammit. What’s the idea stabbing a man half froze to death?”

Tilting her head, Frost looked him over curiously. Clicking her tongue again she let her head tilt to the other shoulder before saying, “Scared Frost. Not sure if dead. Who you?”

“Rude ass bird,” he muttered as he sat back and reached into his jacket. “What’s my name matter? I ain’t staying longer than it takes to warm my ass and head back towards town.”

Giving him an incredulous look Frost bluntly asked, “You an idiot?”

Surprisingly the man gave a laugh. “I ain’t fond of staying in no damned cave with no damned bird girl. Who the hell are you if it’s so important to know?”

“Frost is Frost. Harpy.” She sat up proudly while still keeping her wings wrapped around her petite form. Sitting back until her ass gently rested back against the stone floor of the cave the avian demi-human said, “Who you rude man?”

“Jacob.” The word was more of a mutter as the man turned his attention back to the fire as he started to work off the first of his coats. Grumbling, he cast the snow-soaked attire aside where it lay crumpled near enough the fire to start to dry. With a heavy groan, the man then went about working off his boots as he exposed his dark-coloured feet to the warmth of the fire. “Damn lucky I found you I guess. Them pigs are half past frozen and nearer to dead than I like them. Got here just in time I did.”

Watching in confusion, Frost said nothing as she watched the man’s skin slowly return to a healthier fleshy tone. As the man began to rub life back into his feet, the harpy curiously moved one of her wings to point to them. “Not pigs. Feet.”

“Hey, guess you got half a brain so f-OHSWEETGOD! Where the hell are your clothes child?”

Frost looked down to see her half revealed body. Pale skinned breasts, small mounds that never grew beyond tiny handfuls, were all that her moved wing revealed and the harpy wasn’t entirely sure why them being visible was a concern. Covering herself with her wing once again, she asked, “What clothes? Frost not clothes.”

“Not… wait, it’s cold as tits outside and you ain’t got any clothes? How the hell are you not dying? Who lets their kid run out of the house naked?”

Frost gave a small laugh which only earned a scowl from the man. Looking to him, she moved both wings aside to let him see her body fully. Toned, petite, and bare as the day she’d hatched from her egg. “You never met harpy?”

“Well, I uh… damn girl that ain’t decent!” Jacob started tugging off his second coat as he looked away from the brazenly nude woman at his side. “Ain’t you got no shame?”

“Shame of body human thing.” The statement was made very matter-of-factly as the harpy made no motion to cover herself until she felt the chill wind once more slip across her skin. Covering herself as she visibly shivered, Frost continued on. “Frost not child. Frost in her twenties. Harpies always small. Always naked unless weather bad. Weather not bad when Frost left for fly so Frost naked.”

“Yeah well humans don’t really do that whole nude thing.” Jacob moved to toss his coat over the small female. “Knowing you ain’t a kid helps. Twenties? How the hell you ain’t even five feet and twenty?”

“Harpies small. If big harpies not fly.” Frost made no protest as the man covered her in his second coat though using her wings to wrap it around her bare backside was more than a bit awkward. “Some harpies big. Bigger than some men. They not fly. They run. Frost not runner.”

“Frost not good talker either,” Jacob chided as he rubbed his arms and moved nearer to the fire.

The harpy simply laughed at his comment. “You think Frost dumb, yes? Frost not know rules of human tongues. Only know from humans who mate with Frost. How much harpy speak Jacob know?”

Grumbling once again, the human didn’t give her a response. After a time, he shrugged randomly and said, “So you got a family?”

“Yes,” Frost responded without looking at him. “Frost have three daughters. Frost sister of seventeen sisters. Big family.”

“Yeah,” Jacob said softly as he stared into the fire, “Families are nice. I got one to get back to myself. Two kids that’ll be pissed at me if my wife was right.”

“Why bad if she right?” Frost asked kindly as her eyes turned to regard him differently than she had before.

Giving a small laugh, Jacob shook his head and reached into the pocket of his shirt to pull out what Frost recognized as a bundle of dried meat. “I don’t know why the hell I’m telling you this.”

“Cause Jacob know Frost not judge and even if Frost judge her judgement not matter.”

“Well,” the man said with a pause as he broke off a hunk of the meat, “I guess there is that, yeah. Nah, my wife and I ain’t doing so great right now and she ain’t fond of my going off alone to hunt. She said to me that she didn’t expect me to come home one day. I ain’t fond of the notion of making her right, you know?”

“Is good thing for her to be wrong about. Frost not want not go home to family either. Frost was dumb as to go out alone to fly when clouds were bad. Weather was not so cold so Frost assumed no snow. Did not expect storm.”

Jacob gave a small laugh. “I knew about it but I was a damned fool and stormed out. It’s hard sometimes to listen to her insult me knowing she’s right.”

Looking to the human, Frost thought for a time as they both grew silent once again. Stretching her long legs out before her, she gave a pitiful whine. “Frost scared of dying in cold.”

“Hmm?” Jacob startled from his silent daze as he looked to her. “You cold?”

“Yes. Frost cold.” The harpy looked to him with a soft whimper. “Storm getting worse. Making stone cold. Frost getting cold.”

Leaning over, the man checked on the state of his first coat. “Damn, still wet.” Sitting back, he rubbed at his eyes. “Look, um, I ain’t… I mean…”

“If Frost die Jacob make sure Frost family knows?”

“Ah hell,” the man said as he looked to her. Reaching over, he gently grabbed her by the wing and slid her towards him. “Come here. I ain’t a blanket but I’m the next warmest thing aside from the fire and I ain’t in the mood to see no roast bird.” As he lifted her with one arm the man blinked in surprise. “Damn you’re light.”

Settling into the man’s lap, Frost moved the coat so that it was draped over the front of them with her naked backside pressed against him. “Thank you. Frost not want die from cold.”

“Well I know I sure wouldn’t want to either,” Jacob said with a sigh as he reached back into his pocket and pulled out another hunk of meat. “You one of them vegetarian types?”

Frost simply shook her head and opened her mouth expectantly.

Grumbling softly, Jacob asked, “Can’t you uh… feed yourself?”

“Wings hard to grasp. Harpies help other harpies eat.” The first part wasn’t a lie nor was the second technically. Like all harpies Frost had the flexibility to use her feet just as well as she needed to in order to eat and her wings could easily have held the hunk of meat between them if she’d tried. Still, it defeated the point if he didn’t at least somewhat pity her.

Jacob gave her a slight scowl but the annoyance was laced with something deeper and kinder. Gently feeding the meat into the harpy’s mouth, the man grew red in the face as he watched her playfully suck and chew on it before finally swallowing.

“More?” Frost asked before opening her mouth once again.

So it went until Jacob went to offer up the last small shred of meat. At that moment, the small harpy moved to instead draw his finger into her mouth and start to suck softly.

Freezing his hand as Frost’s tongue started to tease at his finger tip Jacob grew only redder and groaned. “Is that really necessary?”

Her only response was to continue to suckle with a slight nod of her head. Making a point to wriggle around in his lap as she moved to straddle him the harpy looked to him with her sharp yellow eyes. Lowering herself down onto his lap once again, she let her legs move to interlock behind the man as her wings draped around him.

“Frost…”

Pulling off his finger, the harpy leaned up and kissed the man on the lips. She fought back the urge to giggle as the course hair of his beard tickled at her sensitive skin. Her tongue playfully licked along his lips in silent invitation until they parted and allowed her to explore deeper.

She didn’t flinch as she felt Jacob’s hands moving to cup her ass and lift her up as the man continued to kiss her. Using her light weight to his advantage Frost soon found herself lifted higher until she was having to look down at him. Eventually, the difference in height forced their lips apart.

“Why?” is all the man asked as he looked up to her.

Blushing softly, the harpy nuzzled into the top of his head with her chin. “Frost can’t guarantee live but Frost not want see Jacob die sad. Frost make happy and if die we both die happy.”

“I’ve a wife,” the human responded though already his lips were moving to kiss at one of the avian’s erect nips. Letting his tongue drag along the pink nub the man continued to hold the harpy in place.

Seeing that the man had no intention of letting his being married stop him from indulging the harpy simply let her voice carry out as a moan through the cave. Her wings moved to the sides of her body as she proceeded to jut her chest forward. She no longer could hold back the occasional giggle as the man’s facial hair tickled around her sensitive skin.

When the human lifted her higher Frost simply spread her legs to let her thighs come to rest on either side of the man’s head. With barely a moment’s hesitation Jacob moved one hand to spread the harpy’s labia open before his tongue sought out her clit with obvious experience in pleasuring a woman. Now her giggles and coos turned to lustful whines and moans as Frost felt the familiar but missed sensation of a man’s attention between her legs.

Feeling her tight passage spread around the human’s tongue brought back memories of past lovers and yet this man’s talent seemed to surpass them all in the moment. Whimpering in need, the harpy lifted her wings and let her tongue lull out in bliss. “Close… Frost close…”

Stopping immediately Jacob simply lifted her away from his face and chuckled at the pained look of denial on the small female’s face. “Patience,” he said as she opened her mouth to protest. Setting her aside, the human leaned back and started at his trouser straps. “Only got enough stamina in my old age for maybe one go. Wanna make it count.”

The harpy didn’t dare protest as she moved to squat by the human and watch him slowly work himself free of his trousers. As she watched the man’s erection be worked free the harpy felt a stirring of warmth in her loins.

“Sorry it ain’t much,” Jacob said as he fished his cock out of his pants. “My wife com-OHJEEZ!” For the second time that night the man was cut off by the unexpected behavior of the harpy as he watched the avian engulf his cock in her mouth quickly with great ease. He could feel himself slip into her throat as she expertly took every inch inside.

To Frost he was hung like a stallion. How his wife would dare call him small she didn’t know. What she did know, however, was that her body held great need for his seed inside of her. Moaning around the man’s cock, the harpy made no protest as she felt his hand work into her long white hair. Nor did she protest when he worked her head back down until her lips met the hair of his groin.

Her tongue teased just the right spots as the avian used her mouth to stroke along the human’s erection. Her wings went to task teasing feathers along his sack and thighs all while the human moaned out in bliss and lust above her. Feeling his grip tighten, Frost slowed her pleasures as she begged the human not to release his only promised climax too soon.

Closing her eyes as she continued to steadily tease the man Frost felt her body warm as she breathed steadily through her nose. Every thrust a chance to inhale and exhale in rhythm with her lover.

Finally, however, she found herself forcing herself back up from the human’s cock. The way that his body twitched and shuddered told her from her experience with other males that he was too near his climax for her to continue safely. Licking his lips, she smiled down at him as she watched her own saliva drip down the thick spire now supported only by her wing.

Panting heavily, the human reluctantly withdrew his fingers from Frost’s hair. Moving that hand to draw her chin up so she was looking him in the face the human said, “Look, I ain’t no young chicken now. Uh, no offense. What I mean is, well… I can’t guarantee I’m gonna give you what you give me. Especially if that sweet mouth of yours is any indication of what I should expect. What I’m saying is darling… don’t hate me if I’m the only one to finish?”

He wouldn’t be the first man she’d slept with who left her needing to find her own relief. However, by grace of her wing not busy keeping the man’s cock lifted Frost knew that she would last only seconds longer than he. Nodding, the harpy nuzzled against his shaft before starting to draw herself up to straddle him.

“One last thing,” Jacob said as he looked down at the sight of the petite female awkwardly angling his uncut shaft with her dripping labia. Reaching down to help her, the man used his other hand to ensure the harpy couldn’t simply take him at her own leisure. “Should I be worried about, uh, letting go inside?”

“Let go inside,” Frost confirmed as she whimpered at the denial of penetration. Looking down, she could feel the very lightest touch of the human’s engorged head against her lips.

Jacob opened his mouth to speak once more but instead simply shook his head. Letting go of the harpy’s hip he simply let out a pleasured groan at the sight of his cock disappearing into the tight warmth of her velvety pussy.

Frost, meanwhile, wriggled her hips in a steady motion as she lowered each inch down onto the man’s shaft. Moaning happily, the avian let her tongue lull out as her toes spread in bliss. Letting out a trilling, bird-like mix of moan and passion the harpy started to wonder if the man might actually outlast her.

Feeling the connection of her bare pussy against his groin the harpy let out a whimpering chirp of bliss. Using her wings, she guided the man’s hands up to her hips as she said, “Bounce Frost. Bounce Frost then cum inside.”

There was neither hesitation nor protest as Jacob did as she requested. By aid of her magically light weight the human found his shaft being stroked and milked from base to head as the petite female bounced with ease along his cock. Grunting from the exertion, the human used his hands to ensure that he did not bounce her too far as to slip free of her entirely.

True to his word the man did meet his climax in swift, painfully short time. By grace of her own self-play, however, Frost was soon giving a passionate cry of release only seconds after. The cave around them echoed both lovers as they cried out in unison while thick, fertile warmth pumped into the harpy’s needy depths. Meanwhile, her tiny body milked his shaft of every drop and drew it deep to ensure not a single gush would go to waste.

Together, the two collapsed in a panting heap as the storm continued to rage outside. As the fire alongside them crackled neither of them moved to separate as the harpy continued to tremble around the human’s still erect shaft. Finally, Frost used a foot to grasp the man’s coat and pull it up over them as a blanket. Making it clear that Jacob had no say on if he could even so much as pull out the harpy used both coat and wings to cover him beneath her. There the two drifted into united slumber.

By morning the storm had cleared and the two woke still pressed together with Frost resting atop the man. The fire too had gone at some time during the night and the air around them was chill outside of the warmth of their union. Still, the two knew that they would have to brave the chill and dress themselves.

Not a single drop of seed dripped from the harpy as she stretched and watched the man dress in a rush. His glance back to her told her that he realized she felt no pain or discomfort from the cold as she brazenly stood nude in the breeze. Muttering something beneath his breath the man simply focused on ensuring he was leaving nothing behind.

Letting the harpy escort him to the edge of the cave Jacob shielded his eyes and looked down into the valley. Motioning, he said, “There. That’s my village down there.”

“It’s not far walk. Frost watch from skies to make sure Jacob make it home safe.” The harpy nuzzled into his side as she wrapped her wings around him once again.

Grumbling, the man removed his scarf and knelt down to wrap it around her neck in such a way that it helped to obscure her breasts from his sight. “There… at least now I feel like I ain’t letting you run off naked.”

Using a wing to lift it, the harpy simply cooed and nuzzled him once again. “Is good gift. Thank you.”

“Well, I had to repay you somehow for, uh… keeping me warm.” The man rubbed at his beard as he looked back to his village. “So, thank you.”

“Jacob already thank Frost,” the harpy told him simply as she leaned in and kissed him before he had a chance to stand. “Frost keep eye out for Jacob later. Come show Jacob Frost family.”

“That’d be nice, yeah,” the man said with a bit of a bashful shrug. “Just no telling my wife we, uh… that.”

“Not tell Jacob wife Jacob make Frost have baby. Got it.” Frost stepped back and smiled playfully as she stretched her wings.

“Yeah, that’d b-WAITWHAT?” The man looked to her in shock as the harpy gave him a playful grin before alighting into the air. “God damn you woman you’d better be pulling my leg! I… I got kids!”

More now than before, Frost thought as she drifted along the breeze in nothing but Jacob’s scarf. Looking behind her, she saw the man smiling back at her and the warmth in his smile was genuine. When he shouted after her once again, she flashed him a view between her legs before taking off for her home.