Standing on the beach, his small boat hitched to a palm tree not far behind him, Andel sets a hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword. The lush, tropical forest looks quiet but it does little to calm his nerves. He knows all too well what lurks on this island.
His muscular bronze body shimmers in the sun as he steps closer to the forest, eyes locked on the skies. This place is said to have been abandoned by the gods and as such has become a haven for those most repulsive beasts known as harpies.
Many warriors before Andel have come seeking glory by slaying the harpies. However in typical fashion of such quests none ever returned. They are presumed to be rotting in the brush somewhere with their eyes plucked out and livers removed. A fate Andel is not too keen on sharing.
Although the air is rife with certain doom he presses on. It's not like he has much of a choice, being on order from the king and all. Passing through the underbrush he tries to focus on the up side to his situation: if he makes it out of this alive he'll have all the money he could ask for, the grace of the gods, and be very popular among the women folk. On second thought that last point doesn't sound appealing to him. A bunch of women chasing him around is just about the last thing Andel wants. Aside from a horrible death at the claws of some hellish creature that is.
Wading through a veritable sea of ferns Andel pauses under the cool shade of the canopy. It's a beautiful jungle all things considered. Green flora dotted with lush flowers of purple, blue, and gold which shimmer like gemstones in the sparse rays of sunlight shining through the leaves of robust palms.
Why the gods could abandon such a place remains a mystery to him. For its beauty is unsurpassed, the sort of thing only possible in a place untrodden by man. Perhaps that is why the harpies were sent here, to protect it. If that were the case then what on earth would that make Andel and those who came before him? Trespassers, no doubt. Worse yet they'd be going against the gods themselves.
A sound ahead crushes all thought; drawing his blade Andel takes a stand, eyes locked overhead on the canopy. It sounded like a sudden gust of wind, a sure sign of something flying above him. Holding his stance he readies himself for combat.
Seconds pass in creeping horror. Gods forgive him, he's made a fool's mistake coming here. There is no hope a common man like he can stand a chance against the murderous claws of a harpy. He's doomed. Done for. Lost and never to be seen again.
From behind him a soft, somewhat scratchy voice calls out, "Ya okay there, fella?"
Leaping in the air, Andel points his blade toward the treeline screaming, "Back you vile beast before I cut you in twine!"
He freezes as laughter fills the air. Andel is stoopified; on hand it is the very same beast he feared however it appears far different than he'd been told. The harpy sits atop a tree, its body pale and lithe, less like a woman's and more like a man albeit very femine. Where his arms should be are a large pair of wings adorned in bright pink plumage with the occasional wite feather. Likewise his legs from his lower thighs onward have the same astounding pink plumage lending down to bare, raptor like talons.
The Harpy's soft, slender body ceases to girate as his laughter dies down. He looks at Andel with big, shimmering blue eyes from below the hanging v shape of his lush, pink curls. His large, yellow eyes look down at Andel with playful jest.
"You humans are so dense," He giggles.
Andel lowers his sword just a bit, "Dense? What are you at?"
Leaning on his side the harpy stretches out his legs, resting a cheek on his wing. Unable to fight the urge his eyes lock onto the harpy's naked body. His flat, smooth chest with slight traces of sweat glistening off his cute, pink nipples. The soft length of his midsection thin yet with just enough flesh to beckon the hand to it. Last, of course, Andel catches sight of the harpy's petite, beautiful cock, draped over likewise flawless balls.
"You assume we just want to eat you, hum?" The Harpy giggles.
Shuffling with nervous energy Andel answers, "Well, I suppose so. Isn't that what you do?"
"Not always. Once in a while, maybe, but," the harpy's eyes drink Andel in,"not as long as we're fed."
