Chapter 259: Surprisingly Legal (4)
As the lady boss said, the harpy's cloaca was easily swallowing the head of my dick, which I proudly considered to be quite large.
Normally, no matter how much foreplay there is, inserting into a woman's pussy usually comes with pain or a tight, squeezing pressure, but the harpy's cloaca took my dick in smoothly without any resistance.
"Hot!"
Maybe because of the feathers, harpies naturally had higher body temperatures. Especially since it was deep inside the body, the cloaca was even hotter, to the point that my dick reflexively flinched from the sudden heat pressing against it.
"Good. Thankfully, your dick is big enough that I can see its outline pressing up through her belly, so it's easy to gauge the depth."
"Sorry, but you don't have to explain all that."
"I need to practice too, since I'll have to explain it to the other assistants later."
'You do this to other guys too?!'
Now I understood why the workers here desperately refused.
"For now, just enjoy the harpy's body."
Squirm.
'Ugh... this feels kind of weird.'
Normally when you have sex with a woman, the pussy walls wrap around the dick, apply pressure, and stimulate you by moving back and forth until you cum. But the harpy's pussy... no, her cloaca, felt completely different.
It felt like thrusting into a slimy wall. The tightness only came from the entrance; there was no vaginal wall clenching or moving. It was more like the cloaca was forcibly stretched open and the pressure came from the natural attempt to return to its original shape.
Schlorp!
"Screech!"
"Don't move so roughly. Harpies have fragile bodies, so slowly."
The lady boss grabbed my dick and slowed down my movements, which had been gradually speeding up.
With her hand on my cock, I couldn't thrust fully. I had no choice but to slowly move the harpy up and down with my hands.
"Especially with you, since your cock is on the larger side. Harpies may not have a problem with insertion, but their shell glands can be damaged if you're not careful."
"Shell glands...? What's that?"
"It's like the womb in humans. The place where the egg matures and is laid."
"..."
"If you're wondering where it is... want to try pushing in this far?"
She poked the harpy's belly and suggested I push to that point. I followed her guidance, slowly sliding my dick deeper until the tip reached the spot she indicated.
"Screee! Screeeech!"
The harpy flapped her wings in protest as my cock pushed deep into her body, trying to escape. But her small wings couldn't help her, and with me holding her hips tightly, she couldn't escape as the tip of my dick touched the deepest part.
"Oh...!"
"This one hasn't laid an egg in a while, so it's probably still a bit unripe. My father used to say that if you insert just before they lay, you can feel the eggshell inside."
I really didn't want to know about her dad's kinks.
Squelch.
"Slowly now... from here, I'll let go. Use her however you'd like. You can be a bit rough, but don't squeeze too hard or her bones might break, okay?"
As the lady boss stepped aside, I lifted the harpy slightly, letting the entrance of her cloaca catch on my tip. I used the flared head to deliberately pry open her pretty pink entrance.
"Screeeech!"
A man's cock, shaped like an arrowhead, enters smoothly, but when pulled out, the flared head catches and makes it hard to exit. Unlike a pussy, which grips with strong vaginal walls, the harpy's cloaca was a loose, flimsy hole that allowed easy in and out.
'It can't even be called a pussy, that's why it's a cloaca.'
Jiggle.
Her tits, which weren't for feeding but just there to attract males, bounced as I watched and thrust her down onto my cock. Her body from the thighs up was like that of a lightweight human woman, so there was no resistance in fucking her.
Slap, slap.
Even if I didn't grab her waist, the harpy twisted her body trying to escape my dick, making her bounce on her own. But since birds can't fully extend their legs and every time she tried to pull away, the flared head stretched the entrance again, her weak legs couldn't do anything.
'This is convenient.'
Flutter, flap!
Realizing her legs weren't enough, the harpy began flapping her wings to escape. But like a chicken, her wings couldn't make her fly—only hop a bit higher—so all it did was stretch her cloaca a bit more. She couldn't get away.
Like a fish caught on a harpoon, she was stuck on my dick no matter how much she flailed.
Flap flap!
The cool breeze from her wings was actually refreshing against my sweaty chest, which was pressed against her hot body. The pheromone-laced scent wafting from her armpits only heightened my arousal.
While I was enjoying myself, the harpy was losing. Her cloaca was stretched by my cock, unable to pull away. It was a one-sided act where only the harpy suffered.
"Screeee..."
Eventually, she gave up on escaping and quietly settled down on my cock with a tear-streaked face.
"All done?"
What a fragile creature.
If I grabbed her too hard with human strength, her bones could break. She couldn't even pull my cock out of her own pussy by herself.
Even without restraints, she couldn't escape a man's dick. Such a weak creature seemed incapable of surviving in nature without human help—just like here at the poultry farm.
Even Bella, the rabbit beastkin, though weak in some ways, was fast, had strong legs, and could keep up with a moving carriage for hours.
But what about harpies?
Aside from the ability to fly, they had none of the beastkin's physical strengths. The ones here couldn't even fly properly.
They could lay big eggs without needing a male, so their cloacae were always loose, unable to stop any cock from entering even for a second.
"Whew..."
"Scree... screee..."
The parrot harpy I saw at the auction before was so skinny her ribs showed, but the one in my arms now had a bit of belly fat and nice, full tits, clearly well cared for as she took my dick.
"Feels good?"
"Screee..."
She had tried to escape in fear at first, but now she was tickling me with her wings and slowly rocking her hips.
A human woman would tire quickly from moving in this straddling position, but the harpy's half-bent legs made her naturally suited to ride a man's body.
Squish, squish.
Maybe this species existed solely to be bred by humans?
At this rate, they seemed destined to be domesticated—fed and bred by humans—as if it were divine will.
"Screech... screeee..."
With a sighing sound, she pressed her plump ass against my body and began grinding. The feeling of something foreign inside her cloaca must've been unfamiliar at first, but as her so-called shell gland or egg sac got stimulated, she began to feel pleasure.
Squelch.
She stopped trying to pull out my cock and instead sat on my lap, grinding her ass and thrusting down, seeking more stimulation in her egg sac.
"Oh my, it's not supposed to go in that far. My dad and brother never reached that deep, so it wasn't a problem. But you're a bit... big, aren't you?"
Yeah, I am a bit above average.
"Ouch!"
Her feathers around the mound were poking my lower belly. Seeing that, the lady boss reached over and plucked the ones stuck around her pussy.
Pluck!
"Screeee!!"
"Uh... is it okay to pull them out?"
"Yes, it's fine. They get in the way during egg-laying too."
Once the firm feather shafts were gone, only soft down remained, making it look no different from a human pussy.
Of course, it was still a cloaca—just one big hole without a separate clit or urethra.
"Scree... scree..."
As our genitals rubbed together, the harpy leaned down on me. Her soft wings covered my chest as she pressed her tits into me, rubbing them sensually.
'Does she know that men love harpy tits?'
"Screeee..."
Instinctively climbing onto me and lowering her body, she rocked her hips with teary eyes as if begging for cum. And since I was already worked up, I didn't hold back and thrust deep into her, injecting cum into her so-called shell gland.
Spurt...
"Screech... screeeech...!"
I could feel the tip of my dick throbbing and releasing inside her belly.
"Screee... scree!"
As we both basked in the afterglow, the lady boss watched us with an uncomfortable expression.
"Scree..."
"That took a while... My dad and brother finished much faster. At this rate, the pace might fall short of expectations."
"Excuse me?"
"I need to put the harpies to sleep by evening, so I don't think I can ask you to handle another one."
"Can't I?"
"I need to raise the fertilized egg ratio within a week, and to do that efficiently..."
After thinking for a moment, she sent the young harpy—who was about her niece's age—back to her place.
"Can you come back in three days?"
"Screeech..."
I wanted to say no, that knights aren't free like that, but the warm, sweet-smelling harpy in my arms made it hard to refuse.
"I'll prepare more efficiently next time. If possible, bring some colleagues too."
I was going to say that even I needed to think it over, but then...
"Would 500 gold per person be enough?"
"What time should I be here?"
Ah. Money talks.