A Harpy's Horny Holes

About A Harpy's Horny Holes

A rugged bastard scales a mountain chasing a harpy’s shriek, a mythical bitch with claws and a cunt that’d make a dead man hard. He’s heard the tales, men fucked dry, bones left to rot, but he’s not here to die; he’s here to bury his cock in her feathered ass and ride her ‘til he’s raw. Her lair stinks of musk and bone, and when she pounces, all bronze skin and dripping slit, he’s ready, pants off, dick out, slamming into her tight heat with a grunt that echoes off the cliffs.

She’s a wild fuck, wings beating, talons gouging stone as she takes him in every hole, pussy first, then ass, her screeches rattling his skull while he pounds her senseless. The mountain’s her playground; she drags him from cave to nest, chaining him with vines, riding his face ‘til she soaks him, then flipping to take his cock in midair, her feathers tickling his balls as wind rips past. Every thrust’s a fight, her forked tongue on his skin, her holes leaking his cum like a goddamn trophy, and he’s hooked, lost in her primal grip.

It’s a brutal dance of lust and power, from steamy pools where she sucks him underwater to altars where she chains him, smearing blood-honey on her tits for him to lick. She claims him, body and soul, fucking him on a rune-lit plateau ‘til they’re both spent, her ass and pussy dripping, the sky their witness. He’s hers now, bound by every savage orgasm, and he wouldn’t have it any other fucking way, a monster’s mate, balls deep in myth and madness.

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