FSE

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All characters in this story are 18 years or older.

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If you'd asked me a few days earlier, I would have told you I had no fear of flying. I didn't even get airsick. Well, that was if you assume that flying meant 'on board an aircraft'. Not being lifted into the air, with nothing between you and the ground but a loooong way down. Although the view was pretty nifty – the trees dotting the rocky riverbank, the frothing white water I was drowning in moments ago, my kayak being smashed into debris on the same jagged rock I was headed for. It must have been a truly breathtaking sight since I lost consciousness about that time. Then again, it might have been the sight of the creature carrying me with increasing altitude.

*******

“Oh good, you're awake. I was starting to worry that bump on your head was worse than it seemed…" a female voice rang out, rich, caring but still sounding slightly amused. I realized 'rang out' was an appropriate term, since I seemed to be lying on my back and staring at a stone ceiling.

But I most definitely wasn't lying on a stone floor. I was lying on something soft and warm. Which was good, since I didn't seem to have a scrap of clothing on me! I propped myself up on my elbows, looking around to try and find my, or indeed any clothes when I spotted the speaker – the same creature that had lifted me out of the river.

Well, creature might be overdoing it a bit. It was a woman – well, not human, but possessed of some recognizably woman-like attributes – sitting on a stool next to me, her lips curled in a subtle smile as she looked down at me. She wasn't wearing anything either, but unlike me she seemed quite comfortable au naturel. Besides, getting a top on would have been quite difficult with those wings!

Even folded the appendages looked huge, the deep bronze of their plumage complimenting the woman's tanned skin. Her hair, in sharp contrast, was stark white and might have fallen down to her shoulders if it had been inclined to fall. The alabaster mane was, figuratively speaking, feathered, with bits of it seeming to stick out this way and that. I wasn't sure if it was styled, or just the consequence of flying. Her eyes were bright blue, and together with her hair and matching white eyebrows, brought to mind white clouds in a blue sky. And they seemed sharp too, although I suppose they would have to be to spot a drowning man from who knows what altitude.

“Whe-where are my clothes?" I asked, feeling a bit silly for going with that question first, instead of the more obvious 'Where am I?' or 'Who are you?'.

The reason I was curious about my clothes was that I was stark naked, and those sharp blue eyes seemed to be looking quite intently at my nude form, while I did my best not to do the same. It certainly wasn't easy, but if I let my gaze wander below her neck for more than a second I might end up giving those sharp eyes a real show.

“I hung them outside to dry. I hope you don't mind but you were terribly cold by the time I got you here, and I thought it best to get you out of those wet things and someplace dry and warm. Speaking of which…" she said, handing me a metal cup with steam rising from it. I accepted it and took a tentative sip of what turned out to be a broth of some sort, with little bits of meat, greens and mushrooms in it. It was tasty, but more to the point hot, making me realize just how cold I had been as the warmth began to spread through my body.

“Thanks. Uhm, I'm sorry you got your clothes wet saving me…" I said nervously, trying to bring up the subject of her nudity while at the same time dancing around it.

“Oh, I never bother with them. The mountain air always feels so… bracing." She said, lifting her hands above herself and stretching contentedly. It also raised her breasts higher up on her chest, and the vision of those perfect coppery-toned pears made me forget all about my soup.

“Mmh, I see your circulation's improving…" she said, her full lips curving in a half-smile as I realized that both my hands were clutching the cup, with nothing to protect my modesty which, after the sight of the bird-woman's gorgeous breasts was becoming quite immodest. Figuring that if I suddenly jerked one hand down, it would only bring attention to it, I decided to try and play it cool.

“W-what do you mean?" I said, failing to play it cool.

“Color's coming back to your cheeks." She said, giving one cheek a little pinch “They were practically blue by the time I got you here."

“Well, that's good then, uhh…"

“Althea."

“Althea. I'm Tommy, by the way." I said, and immediately wondered why. My name's Tom and I haven't introduced myself as 'Tommy' in years.

“So, where exactly is 'here'?" I asked, getting my brain back on track.

“This is my eyrie. It's a cave in the side of the mountain overlooking the river. I hope you don't mind, but it's the nearest place I could think of to get you warmed up."

“No, of course I don't, you saved my life!"

“Good. You know, since my little ones left the nest it's just been me up here. It's nice having someone to talk to for a change…"

“Oh, you're a mother?"

“Surprised?" she said, one side of her mouth curling in a devious smile. I swear she'd thrust her chest out a bit too.

“Uh, not really, I guess. I mean, you do look like a… not that I was looking or anything…" I stammered out, feeling like I was drowning for the second time that day “… so, you mentioned children?" I said, hoping to steer the conversation away from the subject of what I was looking at.

“Yes, two girls, as my kind always does, so it's a nice change having a boy around." She said, putting a strange little emphasis on 'boy'.

“Your kind?"

“I believe your people call us 'harpies'..." she said, taking the now empty cup from my hands and rising as she went to put it away. I was denied the glimpse of her rear (not that I was looking, of course) by an impressive feathery tail that reached half way down her calves. The bronze plumage was fanned out, and looked almost like a skirt, although it did give me a tantalizing glimpse of the tops of her cheeks and a set of wide hips that swayed with each step she took. I also couldn't help but notice that she took those steps on birdlike legs, her skin going from smooth to scaly just past her knee. Her feet were those of a predatory bird, powerful-looking things with very impressive looking talons at the end of each toe.

“Oh. No offense but I thought you were sort of… mythical…" I said, raising myself into a reclining position on what I now realized was an honest-to-goodness nest. Since Althea had hands, it was quite meticulously woven, looking more like whicker than a bird's nest, with what looked like dry grass topped with tiny, soft feathers forming the 'mattress'.

“Well, I've never been called 'mythical' before, although I do seem to recall being referred to as 'legendary' once or twice." She said coyly as she walked back towards me. Once again, I couldn't help but sneak a glance at her, taking in her tanned body that, apart from some matronly curves around the chest and hips, looked quite trim. My attention was also caught by a small patch of what I realized were very fine, downy feathers the same shade of white as her hair nestled just above her otherwise smooth…

“Wait, if your kind only ever has female children, then how…?" I asked, trying to drag my attention away from what lies below that little downy patch, and not getting far.

“Oh dear! Didn't your mother ever have the birds and the bees talk with you?" she teased as she sat down, rustling her wings a little as she mentioned birds. Of course my mother had the Talk with me. And I seem to remember it was about that time that she warned me about a certain type of woman, the same type I was now beginning to suspect was sitting next to me, stark naked except for a devilish smile gracing her lips. Thankfully, I managed to stop myself from actually saying all that.

“Well, that's a conversation better left for when you're a little more rested. I'll just nip out and see if your clothes are dry…" she said, humming softly as she sauntered out the mouth of the cave, silhouetted in the rays of the setting Sun. I couldn't help but feel she'd dodged my question, but supposed it wouldn't really be polite to pry, especially after she'd been so nice to me.

I looked around the cave, noting that it looked fairly homey. The bits of furniture and shelving were hand made out of fitted and/or woven branches, but I couldn't help but notice a few bits, like the metal cup I'd drank my soup out of that looked like they'd been 'borrowed' from some campsite or other, which made me think about the various little things I'd 'lost' on my various trips. Well, maybe she's part magpie I thought, and immediately felt sort of… specieist?

“Oh dear!" I heard her speak from just beyond the mouth of the cave, and soon saw her walk back in empty handed.

“Well, it seems your clothes are a good deal lighter when dry, apparently light enough for the wind to blow away…"

“What? But how will… what will I…" I started to stutter, suddenly flustered.

“Now, now, don't worry. I'll fly around and I'm sure I'll be able to find at least some of them." She spoke calmly, walking over to me and stroking my hair as if she was trying to calm down a panicky child. Well, I did quiet down, but that might have had more to do with the fact that she was leaning over me a tad and those magnificent breasts were swaying gently.

“But that will have to wait for tomorrow. It will be dark soon, and I'm quite exhausted after carrying you all the way up here…" she said, giving her wings a little stretch for emphasis.

I knew she was telling the truth, now that the distinctly ruddy rays of the setting sun were shining through the narrow opening of the cavern. Althea got up and turned to face those rays, closing her eyes and seeming to enjoy soaking up the last of the day's sunshine. She hummed again, a soft and very pretty melody as the warm sunlight seemed to make her tanned body glow, her brown plumage taking on the color of polished bronze. I sat in silence, not wanting to interrupt what for all I knew might be a significant, private moment.

I'm not sure how long she kept that up, seeming to almost bathe in the light of the setting sun until it disappeared behind a mountain ridge and filled the cave with the gentle glow of dusk. With a soft sigh she stopped her humming which I hadn't even noticed had gone on for so long until it had stopped. The sudden silence and increasing darkness made me realize how exhausting almost dying had really been, and I covered my mouth to stifle a yawn.

“Mmh, it seems we could both use some rest.." she spoke softly, her long tail bobbing behind her with every step. As she made her way towards me, I suddenly became aware there was only one 'bed' here and it was a bit small to sleep two.

“Uh, I'll bed down on the floor, it's no…" I started to speak getting up, determined to do the gentlemanly thing at the risk of getting little to no sleep on the hard rock.

“Oh hush!" she said, putting one hand on my chest and pushing me back down “The floor is solid stone and you don't have a stich on." she continued, making me blush as I was reminded of my state of undress.

“We'll just share my nest. It will be a bit… snug" she spoke, putting a bit of emphasis on the last word as she looked the nest over. That is, I think it was the nest she was looking at, and not it's current occupant. “but I'm sure will both survive a bit of crowding for one night." She stroked her delicately pointed chin as she seemed to consider the logistics of the proposed sleeping arrangement.

“Now, I don't really have a lot of choice about what position I sleep in because of these…" she said, giving her wings a little stretch for emphasis “… so I usually lay down on my front. That way my wings and tail act almost like a blanket and the nest stays nice and toasty all night. So I think our best bet would for you to just stay on your back, and I'll just get comfy on top of you…" she finished, and I was sure my red face would have been enough to heat the cave for the night.

“Don't worry, I'm lighter than I look!" she said, letting her eyes fall to her wonderfully heavy looking chest “Besides, you're such a big, strong young man, I'm sure I will feel no heavier than a down comforter draped on top of you…" she said, smiling as she traced one finger down the middle of my chest.

I suppose her tone should have felt a bit patronizing, but she seemed to be stroking my ego directly, rather than my chest. Well I am in pretty good shape I thought as my muscled flexed under her touch as her fingers reached my abs, lifting just before they reached something else that was, by coincidence, also flexing.

“Uh, well, as long as you don't mind…" I said, trying to sound cool and calm at the prospect of having the curvaceous harpy on top of me.

She wasted no time, climbing in and stretching languorously over me, her sun-soaked body feeling wonderfully warm as her skin pressed against mine. She sighed in my ear as she got comfortable, her breasts pressed flat against my chest and her knees on either side of my legs, no doubt to keep those talons away from my feet and not to… spread herself. She wasn't kidding about being light, but I supposed it made sense considering she had to be in order to fly, let alone carry me. I found I could quite comfortably bear her weight on top of me. Perhaps too comfortably…

“Ooh!" she cooed in my ear in what sounded as mock-surprise. She shifted slightly against me and I grit my teeth at the feeling of her snow-white downy patch rubbing against my rock-hard shaft.

“S-sorry, your… uh… feathers are kinda tickling me…" I said as diplomatically as I could.

“Are they? Well, I suppose it's been a while since I've been plucked…" she spoke softly, her lips inches from my ear. Well, I'm fairly certain she said 'plucked'…

“Mmmmhh…" she let out a stifled moan so hot it could have melted ice as she shifted ever so slightly against me, seeming like she was trying to get more comfortable. I was getting a little too much so, my shaft now leaking into her downy patch. “It's been so long since I had one of those pressed against me, I almost forgot how nice they feel…" she spoke softly and I could hear her smile as she did. She raised her head to look me in the face, her eyes inky-blue in the darkness and her white hair looking like a milky nimbus around her head as it caught the last light of the fading twilight.

“Is it that you think I'm pretty, or are you just that ticklish?" she asked, her eyes boring into mine as she shifted slightly, rubbing that soft patch against my anything but soft member.

“I, that is you are… uh…" I tried to put together a sentence with little success, more focused on the sensation of her body against mine. Was I imagining it, or had her nipples stiffened up and were now poking my chest? I was trying, very hard, not to jump to any conclusions about her intentions. After all, just because I have a gorgeous bird-lady lying on top of me, naked as the day she was, well, hatched I guess… doesn't mean she wants to have sex. After all, she's always naked, and she might just be feeling a little affectionate now that she has some company.

The kiss she gave me didn't help clear things up either, landing as it did on my cheek but still close to my lips. I assumed it was just a peck, but she just seemed to keep pecking, humming gently as she planted little kisses down my neck.

“Hmm, you don't seem to be ticklish here…" she teased, and I could feel my breathing become rapid. Part of me was screaming for me to kiss her back, to wrap my arms around her and give her what she obviously wanted. I had a pretty good idea which part that was, however, and having been led astray by it before I decided to just lay there, letting Althea toy with me, humming softly as she did.

If it was meant to be a lullaby, it was having quite the opposite effect. My body was now tensing underneath her, by blood pounding in my ears. After a few more agonizing minutes, Althea propped herself up on her arms and spoke, looking at me in the fading light.

“Sweetie, I don't think either of us is going to get much rest with you like this, so just relax and let me take care of everything…"

I felt her lower body shift and almost cried out at the thought that she was going to get up and leave. My expression of dismay did a complete one-eighty when I felt something and moist rub against the tip of my shaft.

“Good boy. Just lay back and let me take care of you…" she cooed and I could feel her lips part as she slowly slid back, wedging the head of my cock in her warm, inviting slit. My hands clenched around fistfuls of the soft down lining the nest, wondering briefly how much of it was from that snowy patch just above her mound before I felt her pussy engulf my head.

She wasn't exaggerating when she said she hadn't had 'one of those' in a while, her slick tunnel feeling deliciously tight as it slid lower and lower on my cock, taking inch after hard inch. I was clenching my jaw, trying my best not to cum then and there, the sight of the harpy's breasts thrust in my face as she arched back certainly wasn't helping. I was sure she wouldn't have gotten angry if I had, probably just teasing me a bit before nodding off to sleep, but I didn't think my ego would survive such embarrassment. And after all, she did save my life, I felt an orgasm or two was the least I could do to repay her…

I was surprised to suddenly feel a hand on the back on my head, and even more surprised as my face was pulled up and thrust into Althea's ample cleavage. Her dark nipples were stiff peaks capping a pair of perfectly tear-shaped breasts now swaying inches from my face.

“Come on, sweetie, you know what to do…" she husked, thrusting her bosom out even further in case I needed a hint.

As it turned out I didn't need any more urging, latching one nipple with my lips and sucking it gently into my mouth. She moaned in delight, stroking my hair and pressing my head against her teat as I licked and teased that little nub. Her eyes lidded as she let out a long, satisfied sigh that ended in something resembling a chirp as I gently bit down on that little nub, just enough to give it a light pinch. She didn't mind my treatment, holding me tightly to her breasts for about a minute before making me switch to the other one.

When she pulled her tit from my face, the nipple leaving my mouth with a 'pop' I knew she was ready to continue where she'd left off. Fortunately, the bit of foreplay had given me time to pull myself together, and I was no longer on the verge of embarrassing myself, instead being able to enjoy the sensation of the harpy's pussy as it swallowed more and more of my shaft.

“Ahh, there! Now isn't this much more comfortable?" she cooed.

The question must have been rhetorical, since I had barely opened my mouth before she brought her lips down on mine, her tongue invading my mouth as she moaned into the kiss. As she once again lay on top of me, those perfect breasts once again pressing firmly against my pecs, I tentatively slid my hands under her folded wings and wrapped them around her back. As I held her I felt her lips touch my crotch as she took every inch of my cock inside her tight, moist tunnel.

“Mhh, I've got you now sweetie. Now just relax and let me make you feel nice…" she said, breaking her kiss only long enough to croon those words before once again pressing her lips to mine. This time I moaned into our kiss as I felt her rear slide off me, so slow I felt like she was teasing me again before swallowing my shaft once more, at an equally languid pace.

I felt how wet she was getting down there, but wasn't sure just how much of the mess was hers, since I could feel my cock throb in her wet little box, no doubt lubing her up each time it did. Her hands were on my shoulders and I could feel what was either more talons or a very impressive manicure prick lightly against my skin, but not hard enough to break it. I decide to let my own hands roam a little, my fingers gliding over her smooth coppery skin.

I could feel her twitch and tremble under my touch, getting a little impatient herself as she picked up the tempo, sliding up and down my shaft in long, but now more urgent strokes. As my hands slid along her slim waist and passed her flared hips they came to rest on her curvy rear, sliding under her feathery tail and letting me see with touch what had been hidden from my eyes. I felt like a mild electric current passed through my fingers as I ran them over those perfectly curved globes, each cheek having just enough padding over a layer of taught muscle. I suppose it made sense, since you probably needed strong legs and buns of steel to be able and launch yourself into the air.

She seemed to like the place where my hands were parked, since she was now almost bouncing on my cock. Our smacks and moans had been ringing through the cave, but as she got a bit more into it her wings unfolded and spread over us, making the sounds we were making muffled and a lot more intimate. She cooed in delight as I put my hands to work, gently kneading each cheek, feeling the muscles twitch under my hands as they worked the harpy's pelvis up and down on my cock.

Maybe it was the fact that she'd been teasing me the way she did, or the fact that my brain wasn't getting as much blood as it needed to function properly, but an idea popped into my mind. My right hand slipped into the crack of that gorgeous ass, sliding down until it was where all the action was. We were making quite a mess back there by now, and I ran my fingers over it, making sure they were nice and goopy. Then those fingers traveled back up and one started poking around.

“Ooh, dirty boy! Is –ah!- that any way to treat a kindly older woman?" she said, looking into my eyes and smiling coyly, her teeth a flash of white in the dim light. Although despite her protestation, I couldn't help but notice she didn't clench up back there.

“Are you telling me to stop?" I said, turning it around and pressing a bit with my finger, in an attempt to, if you'll pardon the expression, ruffle her feathers.

“Well, you have been through a lot today, I suppose you deserve a little treat." She said sweetly even as she relaxed her pucker and let the tip of my finger inside her “Besides, what kind of hostess would I be if I said 'no'?" she said, grinning as she pushed herself down, that big feathery tail lifting slightly as my finger slid into her warm, tight ass.

If she felt anything other than pleasure at the sensation of my finger sliding in and out of her slick pucker, she didn't show it, sighing and moaning in rapturous delight as both her holes were stimulated. I definitely wasn't hiding what I was feeling, the sensation of her ass clenching around my finger and the way it made her already snug pussy even tighter bringing me right back to the edge. I tried to pace myself, suspecting she was trying to make me cum before she did and knowing she'd never let me live it down if I did.

“Darling, I know you're tired, but are you going to make me do all the work?" she asked, sliding down on my shaft and wriggling her hips a little to drive the message home.

Well, if she wanted me to do the work, I decided I'd set the pace. I tightened my grip on her ass, feeling it tighten its grip on me and started bucking my hips into her. She wasn't kidding when she said she's lighter than she looks, my first thrust launching her more than half way of my cock before she slid down again with a smack.

“Ooh, s- ah! -someone's frisky…" she quipped but by the way she bit her lower lip as she bit off that remark, I could tell she was losing her cool. Good thing to since mine was long gone.

Since I knew I wouldn't last long, I decided not to hold anything back. I kept ramming my hips up, bouncing her off my shaft before I pulling her rear down on me with a wet smack. She stretched her front out on top of me, her ripe breasts pressing against my chest until I could feel her heart beat next to mine as he ass kept rising and falling. Her fanned tail was stirring the air in the room and I could feel the cool current against my crotch, soaked as it was from the messy slit slamming down against it. I knew she was close, her teasing remarks devolving to a huffing against my neck, feeling hot and needy as her lips brushed against my skin. But as close as she was, I was closer…

“*grunt* I'm gonna…"

“It's OK sweetie, do *gasp* it inside me. Give me every drop…" she husked into my ear.

That was all it took to push me over and I brought my hips up and her ass down as the first pulse ran long my shaft before I sprayed my seed as deep inside her as I could. The sensation of my cum flooding her insides was apparently too much for her, the matronly harpy hissing in delight as both her holes clenched around me, her pussy milking my cock even as it spurted, drawing all that seed deeper inside her.

“Mmmh, such a good boy…" she sighed, her voice still a little shaky but unmistakably blissful.

By the time I was done I was panting like I'd ran up two flights of stairs and stars were dancing in front of my eyes. Althea seemed to recover more quickly, giving me one peck on the lips before laying her head next to mine and folding her wings over the two of us, blocking out what little light remained and making it clear it was now bedtime. I'd pulled my finger out her pucker but her pussy was still holding on to my softening cock, and I wasn't about to fight her for it. Having spent the last ounce of strength I had left, I fell asleep almost immediately.

*******

I'm fairly certain Althea had ridden me again during the night. Although considering how exhausted I was, it could have just been a very nice dream. Either way, I'm pretty sure I gave her another load during the night. By the time I woke up the sun was already pretty high in the sky, but I felt a bit cold without a hot (literally and figuratively) bird-lady draped over me. My nose led me outside and I spotted her sitting next to a fire-pit, turning a small half-roasted bird over glowing embers. In a small canteen next to it, some roots and wild greens were busily simmering away.

“Good morning Tommy." Althea chirped, looking up from her cooking. I felt like a kid being addressed as 'Tommy' but didn't have the heart to correct her.

“Hope you don't mind me leaving you like that, but I like to get a little hunting in at first light…" she said, and I tried not to let my eyes drift down to those razor-like talons of hers. I didn't see anything resembling a weapon in the cave, so I had an idea of how she came by breakfast.

She showed me around the place before flying off in search for my windblown wardrobe. Once she pointed them out, I managed to find a few trails that led form her cave along the side of the mountain, but she explained that there was no way to reach her place without flying, which of course suited her just fine. I walked along them a bit but even in late spring the mountain air was pretty nippy, so I spent most of the day inside the homey cave.

She came back empty-handed, but comforted my by saying she'd keep looking tomorrow. I helped her with dinner (she did manage to snag a hare while she was out) just to feel like less of a burden, but she didn't seem disappointed, smiling and humming all evening. And once night fell, she once again snuggled up on top of me and got up to her old tricks. Being inside her felt every bit as good as it did last night, and I was still inside her by the time we'd drifted off to sleep.

Days passed, and we'd settled into a sort of routine. She didn't seem to have any success in finding my clothes, but remained optimistic. I tried bringing up the subject, even mentioning the possibility of her dropping me off buck naked somewhere, but she deflected my inquiries by saying she was worried I'd catch my death of cold if she flew with me naked, and that she was sure my clothes would turn up any day now.

Well, that and humming. I'd never been much of a music lover, but I'd grown to love her little melodies. She had a beautiful voice, but never actually sang a song, settling for just humming or singing in la-s and na-s. She also moved differently when she sang, with a sort of sensuous grace, glancing at me out the corner out her eye as she gave me suggestive glimpses of parts of her body that were always on display anyway. Although I have to admit it worked. She'd subtly tease me all day so in the evening I was itching to give her what she wanted, the way she wanted it.

As I got a bit more comfortable I realized I could go out in the afternoon, when the sun was shining and the day was at its warmest. I began to walk along the narrow little paths, finding they led to a few grassy slopes. I'd walk across them, to kill time and do a little foraging. It helped me feel like I wasn't earning my keep by being Althea's bed-warmer, not that it wasn't a dream job. As a consequence I noticed I'd gotten a little color, and my fit frame became more lean, but still quite vital-looking.

But I think it was on my fifth day that I noticed the change in Althea's body. I first thought I'd imagined the little bump in her otherwise trim belly, but as it kept getting bigger it got harder and harder to ignore. For me, at least. Althea carried on as if everything was normal, and kept dodging my very tentative attempts to bring up the subject. I felt I needed to try, at least to find out if I was responsible for it. It certainly didn't affect her evening mood, although she did tease me for being gentler with her than the first few times.

It was about two weeks since my arrival that it happened. I was coming back from a walk and heard strained groans coming from the cave. Walking in I saw Althea in her nest on all fours, her rear thrust out and her tail lifted.

“Oh, Tommy! I'm glad you're here. Could you come and *ngh!* give me a hand?" she said, her melodic voice sounding strained but eager. I walked up to her wondering just what her game was…

“Can you just reach back there and try to spread me a little?"

I was trying to puzzle out what she meant, but as I caught sight of the now quite noticeable bulge in her abdomen I put two and two together. Kneeling behind her I put my thumbs on her plump lips, noticing a bit of her honey already leaking down her slit. Once I'd spread her open, I immediately saw a pale patch of some sort blocking her hole.

“Good *grunt* boy! Now just try and open me up as much as you can…" she said and I heard her groan again. As she did, that creamy patch got bigger, the smooth, slick surface of her egg now plain to see. I was stunned by the sight, but still did my best to keep her lips spread as more and more of the egg was pushed out of her slick cunny. My eyes were also getting bigger and whiter as I marveled at the size of the thing slowly sliding out of the harpy's pussy. By the time it was almost halfway out I realized it was slightly smaller than an ostrich egg, stretching Althea's lips so much that they were hardly discernable, her slit having turned into one tight 'O' around the egg. I could see her clit pressed against it, rubbing against the honey-click surface as it made its way out. Once it was past the halfway point, the whole thing slipped out with a pop, the harpy moaning as the huge egg left her straining pussy.

I'd caught the thing on instinct, although I was pretty sure it would have been fine falling on the softness of Althea's nest. I marveled at its warmth as I held it, noting the brownish freckles on its creamy surface, still shiny from the harpy's femcum.

“Ungh, here comes the second one!" she groaned, snapping me out of my daze. Setting the egg down gently, I brought my fingers back to her sore folds, helping open her up for the second egg, already visible as it made its way out. I could see the harpy's muscular tummy clench as she pushed the egg out, groaning as her lips were once again stretched taught around its smooth shell. One more push was all it took, the egg slipping past Althea's slit and into my waiting hands. I placed it next to the first one and looked back at the harpy in case she needed any more help.

It seemed that the two was all she had in her, as she lowered her head and tried to catch her breath, her rear still in the air showing a slightly gaping pussy, her lips still a bit rosy from their stretching. It took her mere seconds to recover, after which she turned around, her face losing all signs of fatigue and lighting up at the sight of her two freckled eggs. A smile of joy spread across her face as she quickly made two little holes in the layers of down and dry grass, carefully lowering each egg until only about a third was poking up. She then folded her arms in front of them and lay down, her heavy breasts settling softly on each egg until they almost completely covered them. I just knelt there, absorbing the sight of the blissfully brooding harpy as she looked at her new arrivals, her face a mask of motherly contentment. I have no idea how long we stood like that before she spoke.

“Thanks Tommy. By the way, I found your clothes and put them over there. “she said, her eyes pointing to a corner of a room with a small pile that seemed to contain most if not all of my missing clothes. “Take your time putting them on, and after I've rested for an hour or two I can fly you down…" she finished.

I suppose I should have felt a bit dismayed at the way she seemed to be politely brushing me off. But then again I could understand why. After all, she'd need the room once our daughters hatched…