Monster Breeder

66. Harpy Mountain, Part 7: Gale and Megan 1 (R-18)

“Since this is your first time with intercourse, Gale, I’d like to make it special instead of skipping to the finish line. Well, more special than a threesome would otherwise be. We start by getting naked.”

I peel off my panties to reveal the prize inside.

“Human Alex has a penis, now!”

Both beauties before me goggle at my twin members while I appreciate them with my gaze.

I’ve seen a lot of Harpies today, but Gale is something special. She doesn’t have her sisters’ exotic plumage or the Siren’s D-cup breasts, but she has a thin waist and hips for days with an innocent charm all her own. Her storm-grey eyes glitter as she smiles at me. It’s a beautiful smile despite the sharpness of her teeth, full of warmth and enthusiasm. It’s a smile I want to protect.

“Then, we kiss.”

Leaning forward, Gale meets me halfway with a happy chirrup of delight. Our lips touch, then our teeth as she forgets when to stop. She pulls away, saying, “Sorry.” She laughs sweetly while tucking her head in an abbreviated bow of apology. “Let me make it up to you!”

She practically throws herself into my arms, pecking my lips with aggression. Gale kisses me as if to make up for lost time after our unfortunate parting over the sea. She dedicates her mouth to finding every last square inch of my face until I grab her by the shoulders.

“Gale, you can’t replace quality with quantity in kissing!” I say, chuckling as I hold her at arm’s length.

“I tried explaining it to her,” Megan says.

That gives me an idea. “Watch us for a minute, as an example,” I tell Gale before turning to our third, who blushes at the attention.

Megan is a mouse girl not unlike dozens I found in the Warren. What sets her apart are the bonds she has and the connections she’s made. Where other prey would surrender to their fate or fight to the death, Megan took another path. She romanced her predator, seduced her kidnapper, convincing Gale to spare her life while unable to help falling for the adorable birdbrain’s charms. Her relation to Cottontail simply secures her place in my family.

I reach for her, taking the willing mouse girl in hand while marveling at the shapely feminine curves on her diminutive thirty-inch frame. Her wide, emerald-green eyes drink me in with some trepidation as I lean forward. It’s a natural response considering I’m over three times her height.

I caress the steel-grey fur of her arms and legs before running a finger down her spine, over the curve of her rump, and along her tail as it twines around my digit. I cup her yellow-blond hair as my mouth swallows hers. This isn’t so much a kiss as a devouring. My lips fully envelop hers in a stark contrast of size and strength.

The nubile, hot, and squirming body in my grasp stirs a primal need in me. I thrust my tongue past her lips and into her mouth, filling it completely. She’s unable to push me away, spit me out, or bite with her jaw stretched wide by my large oral muscle. I shove her tongue around with mine, rub against her palate, and trace the smooth bumps of her molars. She has the delectable sweetness of chestnuts that makes me hunger for more.

Her nose is pinned against the corner of my mouth, making her unable to breathe, but Megan doesn’t claw at my face. Instead, she wraps her body around mine, hugging my throat and sitting on my breasts as we kiss. She returns my forcefulness by pressing her mouth into mine, pushing my tongue deeper to tickle her tonsils. She moans around my tongue. She’s growing desperate for breath but doesn’t try to escape me. She knows I decide when the kiss is done.

I release her with a pop as she lays in my arms, breathless, weak, and drenched in saliva like a wet lollipop.

Methinks this demonstration got carried away.

“Wow! Do me next! Do me next!” Gale yells while rubbing her thighs together with the desperation of a girl lacking the hands needed to masturbate.

“Ahem,” I compose myself and salvage the situation as best I can. “That may not have been the best example of a kiss, but it gives you an idea of what can be done.”

“Right… Okay, I have an idea!” Gale straddles us, squishing Megan between our bosoms as she leans in. This time, however, she raises her wings.

Her blue and green feathers blot out the sun, turning day to twilight in an instant. I admire the curve of her neck, the smooth divots of her armpits, the way her upstretched arms lift her tangerine breasts, and the enticing angles of her collarbone. Gale is a beautiful woman with the guileless enthusiasm of a virginal nymphomaniac, and she’s here for me alone in this private, blue-green-shaded world.

The grinning kiss she delivers this time is a winner. She doesn’t use her tongue, but she nips and nibbles at me with her lips and teeth in a way that stokes my libido. Her feathers tickle my face and head, adding a subtle spice to the experience. I breathe her scent, a nostalgic pine freshness that takes me back to my first day as a Tamer when I tasted Gale over the ocean. How does a wild monster naturally smell this good?

I want her so badly, I need more, but it’s over all too soon.

“How was that?” she asks when she eventually pulls away.

“W-wonderful,” I say, wincing at the return of the harsh sun, wishing all the while to return to that Gale-colored place.

She proudly preens at my praise, tilting her head back and forth with chin upraised, cocksure and smug. “Hear that, Megan? Gale is wonderful.”

“I already knew that, featherhead,” the mouse girl teases with a playful smile.

“After kissing comes foreplay.” I retake the helm by pulling Gale onto my lap.

The Harpy girl wriggles in my embrace, savoring the soft heat of skin on skin. My head dips to take her breast in my mouth. My tongue circles and flicks her nipple. I stroke the expanse of her taut tummy, brush my palms over her thick thighs, and dip my fingers into the valley of her sex.

“Mmm, Alex, you feel so good!”

Megan sits across from me and puts her lips on Gale’s other breast, her hands massaging the Harpy’s chest with practiced skill. I watch the mouse girl’s cheeks hollow as she applies suction and observe momentary bugles as her oral member darts about.

“Mmm, Megan! Yes!” The Harpy girl puts a wing around her lover to pull the little mouse closer.

I drag my fingers from moist labia dripping Gale’s sweet pussy drool and raise my head to take a lick. Indeed, the scent I crave is most intense there. My gaze meets Megan in silent communication before we change positions.

Shifting Gale to recline on my lap with her legs splayed to my either side, I lower my face into a valley that smells of winter wind through a pine forest. The foliage of her naturally short bush is the same green and blue coloration as her feathers. She lifts her hips to press my lips and tongue harder against my sex as she cries out.

“Alex! I love your tongue! It’s bigger than Megan’s, but hers is quick and nimble and… mph, mmm-mrph!”

The mouse girl silences her lover by sitting on Gale’s face, putting the Harpy’s tongue to better use. My own tongue parts labial folds to sink the tip into a secret grotto dripping with juices.

“Mmmph!”

I pump her pussy with my oral member, teasing her entrance and drinking her nectar. Then I withdraw to suck her cunt into my mouth where I lick and lick her narrow slit over and over. After releasing her folds, I lap at her whole pussy again before circling her pearl repeatedly. She bucks and spasms beneath my ministrations.

“Mmm mmm!!”

At the same time, Megan is grinding her crotch into Gale’s open mouth while her tail flails in pleasure. We’re both dedicatedly working our side of a reverse-spitroast, so it’s a bit surprising when our exploring hands bump into each other on Gale’s breasts while searching for nipples to tweak. (Though she’s an incredibly short woman, she can reach that far while straddling the Harpy’s face.) Instead of finding it awkward, it feels cute to have both had the same thought of stimulating Gale’s breasts to add to her pleasure.

My eyes meet Megan’s again, and we both smile, though mine is buried in our mutual lover’s muff. Sex with Gale is fun for both of us without needing to turn it into a competition. I feel a bond forming, not the magical kind, but an unspoken agreement to find and enjoy the hottest positions we can imagine. It’s the feeling of being on the same team I best remember from playing dodgeball (of all things) with Julia and Jenny.

“Double oral?” I suggest.

“Huh… yeah,” Megan agrees between gasps. She must have been close to cumming, but she doesn’t hesitate to rearrange our positions. I’m so used to a certain greedy Goblin (don’t get me wrong, I love her and her greediness to death) I momentarily forgot selfless lovers are even a thing.

I manhandle a confused but sex-drunkenly agreeable Gale into a standing position with her legs parted. “I’ll take the butt.”

After volunteering my salad-tossing services, I bring my knees up and together to form a pedestal. Megan blinks her bright emerald eyes at me before taking my offer by planting her little buttocks on my knees. Her seat puts her in prime position to attack the avian snatch.

A quick application of Mermaid Water Magic has Gale’s posterior perfectly pristine.

“Ooo!” Gale giggles. “Alex, that tickles! And it felt weirdly good? Um, what are you two doing?”

I weave my arms through Gale’s legs for stability and place my hands on her ass to part those soft cheeks I’ve been fantasizing about returning to for days. Gale’s tailfeathers are my parasol shading me from the sun and I’m returned to the Harpy’s blue and green colored world as I shove my face into her buttocks.

Her piney scent has an added dimension of wild musk approaching her from this angle, but I enjoy her flavor as I stick out my tongue to pleasure her petite rosebud. I’m smothered in the soft pillow of Gale’s ass, my fingers sinking into her plush rump while my oral member circles her pucker. Probing and teasing, I wriggle my way through her clenching orifice.

“Mmm, Alex! Megan, I’m… Ahhhn!!”

I feel Megan’s hot breath on my throat from her place mere inches away. I sense her tongue’s movements through the thin walls of flesh separating our indirect kiss. Judging by Gale’s quivering, she must be flicking the Harpy’s clit at incredible speed. That’s a talented tongue!

Gale’s thick thighs tremble in my grip as waves of ecstasy crash through her being. Her anus squeezes my tongue. Her ass clenches around my face, cutting off fresh air, though her tailfeathers fan me while I work. My oral member never ceases drilling inward through the tremors and involuntary spasms as Gale cries and moans her satisfaction.

The Harpy’s legs give way, and I catch both girls in my embrace. Gale lands atop me as I sit and lie back with her pillowy buttocks and parasol tailfeathers still resting on my head. I can breathe again, so I’m in no rush to move. Megan, meanwhile, scurries out from between us to avoid getting smushed.

“…Wow, they’re even bigger up close,” I hear Gale say.

“I’ve never had a cock that size before, and there’s two of them,” Megan comments. “One for each of us…” Ah, we landed in a 69 position. Delicate fingers brush my nethers, causing my twin soldiers to stand at attention. It looks like things are about to get hot and heavy.