Her wings fluttered uselessly as the first slick tendril wrapped around her ankle, yanking her from the sky with a startled chirp. She landed hard on the mossy ground, and before she could scramble away, more of the glistening appendages were upon her—sliding up her thighs, parting her feathers, finding every warm, wet crevice of her body. A thick, knotted tentacle pressed against her ass, silencing her pleas, and forced her plump rear into the air. She squirmed and moaned against the intrusion, her talons digging into the dirt as the monster’s barbed tip teased her entrance, then plunged deep inside her with a wet, hungry sound. The harpie’s eyes rolled back, her body betraying her innocence as it began to buck and quiver against the relentless, pulsing invasion.
