Luther Jackson listened to the river. Babble fucking babble, like a pile driver in his brain. That's the way it had been for the last forty minutes. However, he knew that if he kept walking along the river he would eventually find his way back to the campsite.
He couldn't believe he had let those motherfucking crackers talk him into going camping. He looked up at the redwoods towering over them. They should be skyscrapers. Luther Jackson didn't belong in no trees. Luther Jackson was an urban warrior, not some hillbilly Grizzly motherfucking Adams.
Those were his last thoughts before he heard the sounds of flapping leathery wings and felt the pain of the talons' grip on his shoulders as he was suddenly lifted into the air.
As Luther regained consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes. A pair of ice-cold green eyes with cat pupils returned his stare.
He took stock of his current situation. He was buck-naked in what looked like a giant bird's nest high atop a redwood. He was spreadeagled, his wrists and ankles tied by heavy vines that appeared to be woven into the very fabric of the nest.
The creature watching him sported the wings of a gigantic, human-sized bat and the body of a woman (built like a brick house, mighty mighty). She came complete with ample breasts (and all the other accouterments that Uncle John needs). Her abdomen was covered in fine down, like a puppy's tummy. He peered over her shoulder, damn fine booty too. Her legs were strong, if little on the scaly side. The heartache of psoriasis he supposed. They ended in talons rather than feet.
"Toto, I don't think we're in motherfucking Kansas anymore," Luther muttered under his breath. Suddenly the truth dawned on him. "Oh I get it," he said. "You Ashton Kutcher, ain't you? I been punked. Well, goddamn."
Three more of the bird ladies landed on the nest, perching in the four cardinal directions. "We are what your Greek philosophers called harpies," the first bird lady told him.
"Greek phi-what?" Luther asked.
"We are the last of our kind," said bird lady number 1. "We must mate with a human to produce a male, or else we are gone from this Earth."
Luther took another gander at those talons. Those things would not leave scratches on his back the way LaTanya's nails do; they would remove several of his most favorite organs on the first swipe.
"What about the Endangered Species Act?" he asked. "We can contact the Fish and Wildlife Service. "They will protect you. Find you some males. It's not like that asshole Bush is still in the White House. Things have changed," Luther said as he frantically pulled on the vines binding his wrists and ankles. They were far too strong for him to break.
"How little you know, you pathetic human," the first harpy replied. For the first time he noticed the three rows of teeth in her mouth, razor sharp needles, every last one of them. She rose to her full height (definitely WNBA material) and spread her leathery wings just like that pterodactyl in
Jurassic Park II
(or was it
III
?). "We must hide from the humans. They are our enemy and will hunt us down. They know nothing of our existence. OK, maybe we gave couple of exclusives to the
Weekly World News
, but who believes anything that is published in that rag."
"I must now get you ready for Ali'ya," the spokes-harpy announced, as she lowered her amply-toothed mouth to fluff him. "Now you will know what it is to make love to a harpy. Few humans survive such a mating."
"OK," said Luther, "bring it on. Let's see what you got"
She flicked out her Kiss-worthy tongue at his already tumescent organ, extracting a drop of pre-cum from its eye and sending an electric thrill throughout Luther's body. Then she lapped the front side of his cock from top to bottom with that long forked tongue, which was far raspier than a cat's. As she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, Luther strained against his bonds. The pleasure was indescribable. She began to swirl her tongue around and around his cock in a spiral pattern, each orbit producing a wave of intense pleasure beyond anything that Luther had ever experienced in his hitherto sheltered life in Watts. She grabbed his shaft in her strong wing talons and began to lick his balls, swirling her raspy tongue around each sphere, as she squeezed his cock with her strong claws, which began to slide up and down the length of his throbbing dick.
She lowered her head to take his cock in her mouth. Luther winced when her needle-like teeth penetrated the skin of his prick, her jaws gripping it like a vise. Those teeth then began to move up and down the length of his shaft, her raspy tongue licking its underside as her teeth began to move faster and faster up and down the length of his prick, sending intense waves of pleasure throughout what little there was left of Luther's mind. He was not fucking the harpy's mouth; it was fucking him. Luther did not know what was keeping him from coming right there and then.
"Now it's time to get really started," the spokes-harpy said, releasing his cock (with seeming reluctance). She straddled him and began to climb up his hard chest, licking and slurping every inch of him with her cat-like tongue. Her pendulous breasts with their supremely erect nipples brushed Luther's skin softly as she slowly made her way toward his head. He felt the trail of her wet cunt as it slid up his abdomen. She ran her lips over each of his nipples and teased him with talented tongue. She moved to his face, licking his ears and eyes. She ran her long feline tongue over Luther's lips, then forced it past his teeth, opening his mouth. She moved it against Luther's tongue and then rammed it down his throat, gagging him as she pressed her naked body against Luther's bare chest. Then she took his hair in her claws and slid her dripping cunt over his chin until it covered both his mouth and nose. It too sported rows of needle-like teeth along its inner walls. She began to ride him, sliding her cunt up and down his face, embedding Luther's nose, gripping it with her
vagina dentata
. Then, she slid down a little, forcing her clitoris into Luther's mouth. Eager to please his host, Luther lapped at it, sucked it, and ran his tongue in swirling patterns around it.
Then she moved her wet cunt back over Luther's mouth and nose, beginning to ride him, her walls and nether teeth forcing Luther's tongue inside her, where it was grabbed, squeezed and basically fucked by her all-too versatile cooz.
