Chapter 262: Efficient Egg Factory (3)
I shoved my dick into the cloaca that had been twitching like it was trying to seduce a male. Since it was already spread to push out an egg, I could slide more than half my shaft in without resistance.
Sluuurk—!
I could feel the hard shell of a harpy egg pressing against the tip of my glans, so I pushed it back in against its natural flow.
"Piiiit!"
Even though her eyes were covered, being forced to reverse the direction of the egg made the harpy let out a screech-like cry. As she tried to push it back out, I pulled out a little, and we ended up in a tug-of-war inside her cloaca.
Harpy eggs were quite large and had thick shells, so a regular thrust wasn't enough to break them. That made it possible to push and pull the egg with my dick. At first, it was easy, but as the harpy strained harder to lay the egg, the internal pressure increased, and I was slowly forced to retreat.
'Damn... I haven't even gone a few rounds yet...'
Maybe it was the pent-up lust from the past few days without release. Or maybe I just didn't want to finish without unloading before the egg came out.
Just before the egg was completely expelled, I pulled back slightly to make room in the cloaca and released a load of cum inside her.
Squelch...
"Ah... hngh...!"
Last time, the boss lady helped guide the cloaca, adjusting the angle so I could pull out easily. This time, without help, the edge of the cloaca gripped my glans tightly and wouldn't let go.
'Damn, I gotta get this out...!'
I had underestimated it because it opened easily during penetration. But pulling out was a different story. The elasticity of her cloaca made the skin around it pull tight without letting go. I had to pry it open with my hands.
Splurt!
Because I had cum near the entrance, the moment I forced the cloaca open with my hands, the sealed space gave way and my semen splashed to the floor.
"Piiiiiiit!!"
With a piercing cry, the harpy's cloaca widened further, and a white egg started to emerge without a break.
The outer shell, covered in sticky fluid mixed with my cum and her natural secretions, looked ready to tear through the pink, overstretched cloaca as she began to lay.
"Uh... whoa?"
There was already a soft bed of straw underneath, so it would've been fine to let the egg drop. But seeing it emerge right before my eyes, I couldn't just leave it.
Almost instinctively, I reached out and cradled the egg, but the cloaca, trying to align with the egg's widest part, would expand and then, due to elasticity, suck the egg back in repeatedly. It wouldn't come out easily.
"Take deep breaths! Hoo, hoo, hoo!"
I doubted if this would work on an egg-laying harpy, but I gently rubbed her belly while spreading her cloaca to help her.
Squelch!
Finally, the white egg fully emerged and landed in my hand.
"..."
Maybe it was because of her warm body temperature or simply because it was freshly laid, but the egg felt almost hot.
'Ah... this one isn't fertilized.'
To be sure, I channeled mana into the egg and checked for life. A brief flicker of mana activity from what seemed like a sperm or egg quickly faded, confirming it was unfertilized.
Drip...
Even though she had just laid such a massive egg, her cloaca quickly returned to its cute, tidy shape. Holding the warm egg in my arms, the arousal I had moments ago vanished completely.
"This won't do..."
The boss lady had asked us to move on to the next harpy immediately, but psychologically, I couldn't.
No matter how non-human the partner, people naturally form emotional bonds after sex. And after receiving her egg, I couldn't just move to the next harpy like it was nothing. What's more, the bound and helpless image that seemed fine at first now made me feel guilty.
"Sigh..."
Knowing I might get scolded by the boss lady, I reluctantly lifted the plank holding the harpy down and set her free.
"Huh...?"
Until now, I hadn't seen her face. But lying limp from exhaustion after sex and egg-laying, her face looked oddly familiar.
"Let's see..."
I lifted her with one hand to check her weight, groped her breasts to feel their texture, and shifted her body to position her thighs near my crotch to compare size.
Her hairstyle had changed a little since last time, but this was definitely the harpy I had held with the boss lady's guidance before.
"Ha... what are the odds?"
Of all the cloacas I could've chosen, I picked the one I'd already tasted before. Maybe I just subconsciously recognized the shape.
'Can't do it.'
Even if it was coincidence, I couldn't leave a harpy I'd embraced twice to be treated like this. I took off my shirt and wrapped it around her.
"Can I even take her...?"
I felt bad for the boss lady, but I decided I had to say something. I'd tell her that I could help, maybe Dane or Levin too, but I couldn't keep going under these conditions.
"What's taking you so long?"
Dane was getting irritated near the entrance.
"How many did you guys..."
"Do I look like I could get hard in that situation?"
Looking at their lower bodies, it was clear they hadn't gotten anywhere. Their clothes weren't disheveled.
"We underestimated cloacas."
"This isn't it."
Apparently, they had tried but gave up. Surprisingly, even Dane backed out. I expected him to be mindlessly pounding a dozen of them by now.
"Who's the harpy?"
"I'm taking her with me."
"Adding another one?"
They already knew I had Mollang, Shuru, and Silvia in the Order, so Dane looked horrified.
What could I do? I couldn't let a harpy I felt attached to be treated like a breeding tool.
"So what do we do about the rest?"
Dane pointed at the still-bound harpies. I shot back:
"What do you think?"
"...If I hadn't seen it, maybe. But now that I have, I can't let it slide."
Levin seemed to agree.
"Let's free them and talk to the boss lady. Maybe we can convince her to let us help sell harpy eggs or supply them to the military."
With egg shortages everywhere, getting harpy eggs as food would benefit everyone. As Dane and Levin released the harpies, I stepped outside with the one in my arms.
Rumble.
Just as I left the warehouse and headed for the boss's hut...
"SKREEEE!"
"Huh?"
A predatory cry rang out from the sky. A powerful killing intent rained down.
'Wait, not aimed at me...'
I recognized this feeling.
The kind of bloodlust I sensed when orca beastkin tried to devour a whale girl.
This wasn't mindless wild instinct. It came from an intelligent predator targeting its prey.
She was the source of the raptor cries we'd been hearing near the breeding yard.
"Tch!"
The killing intent was closing in fast. I tossed the harpy from my arms forward to get her out of the way and drew my mana saber.
Clack!
The thing that landed where I stood moments before wasn't a simple giant hawk.
Flap—
Unlike the grounded, flightless harpies of the breeding yard, she had sleek, refined feathers and fully developed wings. Her thick brown hair fluttered like a knight's helmet plume.
White downy feathers framed her head, functioning like an oxygen tank for high-altitude flight. Her talons were battered with scars but still sharp, digging into the earth.
'A hawk...!'
Even normal hawks could be dangerous. But with that wild mane, agile wings, toned armpits, and feather-covered crotch, she looked more like a seasoned ranger.
Her round eyes fixed on me, wary but determined not to let her prey—the breeding yard harpies—escape.
Growl...
Her ribs were visible from starvation, her stomach grumbling. She was far too hungry for intimidation to work.
"Ban!"
Jake, hearing the hawk cry, came out of the hut fixing his pants and tossed me a pistol.
Thump!
"SKREEEEE!"
As Jake threw the gun, the hawk harpy shrieked and lunged, claws out.
But by then, I had Jake's pistol in hand.
Bang!
"SKREEEK!"
Hit by a tranquilizer round, she collapsed instantly.
"Taste of human firepower, baby! Ha!"
Even a hawk can't match a gun. Unless she were a knight-level freak, she wouldn't dodge bullets.