Chapter 1: Hildabrun
Hildabrun, a High-Harpy broodmother, sat on her throne. She watched the entrance to their cliffside cave. Beyond the vertical drop, ocean waves crashed against sharp stone rocks far below.
A sudden breeze carried a whiff of the salt water, and it stirred the feathers of Hildabrun's wings pleasantly. The fresh air blew away the stifling summer heat, but the sound of claws clacking against stone also accompanied the wind.
"Our hunters are returning," Hilda said, and Lucine nodded beside her.
"So it seems," Lucine replied. She was also a High-Harpy, and she held a spear in one hand, standing at attention beside Hilda's throne. She straightened her wings and raised her chin as footsteps echoed from the entrance.
"Mother Hilda! I gots us a juicy new human!" A squawk-ish voice echoed down the hallway, and a Low-Harpy emerged from the shadows, pushing a prisoner out after her. However, Lucine's eyes narrowed at the human.
"Didn't we inform everyone that we required *men*?" Lucine called out and the Low-Harpy stiffened at her icy tone.
"What? Isn't this a man?" The Low-Harpy pointed a winged arm towards the woman in front of her, but Lucine shook her head.
The unwinged prisoner had long dark hair, a signature of human females. She also wore an ornate dress, and the front bulged with the large breasts. Harpies had similar bosoms, but unlike them (who wrapped their chests in a tight cloth) the top of unwinged's breasts partially spilled from her dress, creating ample cleavage.
"That is a human *woman*" Lucine corrected the Low-Harpy. "And a particularly scandalous one at that."
"I cannot produce offspring with a female. It must be a male," Hildabrun said, and she nodded in agreement with Lucine. "This unwinged is hardly worth the meat on her bones."
"B-But..." the Low-Harpy trailed off. "Oh, right! Her ears are shiny! Show them your ears, human."
The unwinged pushed aside her black hair and Hilda's eyes widened. Shiny, sparkly stones dangled from her ears on thin silver chains. "How marvelous...." Hildabrun whispered. "Perhaps I shall cut off her ears and decorate my nest with them."
Despite the threatening statement, the unwinged eyes smiled at Hilda's words.
"Oh my, I'm glad you like them!" The prisoner said, finally speaking up. "My name is Vy and I'm actually an expert at decorating demi-human dens. Would you like me to help spruce up your nest?"
"Are you suggesting you know better than our broodmother about decorating a nest?" Lucine banged the butt of her spear on the ground and took a step forward, but Hildabrun raised a hand.
"What is the harm in hearing her out?" Hilda asked. "However... Human, are you sure you should be so calm when we speak of slicing off your shiny ears?"
"Oh my, how benevolent of you to think of my feelings, but it brings me great joy to be a prisoner of such a wise and powerful leader." The prisoner bowed into a deep curtsey before raising her head. "Whether you ask for my ears or my life, as your prisoner, I will happily provide them."
Lucine took a sharp breath at the beautiful words for the broodmother. But she quickly shook her head. "I believe she is hiding her true intentions, we should-" Lucine tried to protest, but Hilda interrupted her..
"Enough. I shall take her to my nest for decorating." Hilda's eyes remained glued to the dangling shiny rocks on the prisoner's ears. With every movement or head tilt, the rocks twinkled in the light. "Lucine, handle any more returning hunters, and do not interrupt me."
"Y-Yes, of course..." Lucine nodded.
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"My, what a beautiful nest!" the prisoner smiled as Hildabrun showed her inside. "The ground is so soft. I'm sure you sleep well in here."
Large branches lined the bowl-shaped burrow, but torn scraps of cloth filled the bottom, providing a soft place to sleep.
"You have a good eye," Hildabrun said, and she nodded in reply.
"And your muscles are so large!" The prisoner stepped forward, running her soft hands over Hilda's forearm. "I'm sure your brood respects you greatly."
"Naturally," Hilda replied, but the prisoner did not remove her hands. She continued stroking up and down her arm.
"It must be tiring sometimes, always commanding so much respect," the prisoner whispered, and her red eyes stared softly back at Hilda.
"Certainly, at some points in time..." Hildabrun responded, but she trailed off as the prisoner pushed her soft chest into her arm. The black-haired woman's red dress bulged as she pulled Hilda's muscley arm into her bosom.
"You gotta relax sometimes," Vy whispered. She ran her soft hand across the broodmother's back. Gently, she rubbed the spot between Hilda's wings and the larger woman's eyes fluttered. "It's so important to relax..."
"I-I..." Hilda stumbled for words as the prisoner stroked her feathers. The black-haired woman's soft fingers ran up the crest of her wing and Hilda subconsciously stretched her wings out. She stared up at the ceiling of the burrow, letting Vy slowly pet her from behind.
"That's it..." Vy whispered into her ear. She gently kissed up the neck of the muscled broodmother. As her kisses met Hilda's jaw, she slowly stroked the back of Hilda's wings with both hands.
Hilda shuddered and rows of feathers on her wings fluffed up.
"U-Uhm..." She struggled for words. Her body yearned as if mid mating-ritual, yet she didn't understand what to do.
"Trust everything to me..." the prisoner whispered into her ear and soft fingers slipped under Hilda's loincloth. They slowly pulled away the thin cloth, revealing her humid sex, before she knew it, the prisoner leaned down, and she pushed her face between Hilda's legs.
"Ahn-" Hilda yelped as the wet tongue suddenly pushed into her womanhood. The slippery tongue licked slowly up to her apex, lapping at her sensitive spot. "W-Wait... That is only to be touched during mating rituals."
"Trust everything to me," the prisoner whispered into her ear again. "You can feel even better. If you just trust everything to me..."
Hilda hesitated, biting her lower lip. The gentle tongue lapped ceaselessly against her sensitive bump, and her heart pounded at the feeling.
She didn't even know how she got here. She was supposed to be consulting the prisoner about decorating the nest, but the next thing she knew, the dark-haired human was licking between her legs. However, Hilda couldn't deny how good it felt.
"V-Very well..." She whispered at last.
The prisoner smiled, and she wrapped her lips around Hilda's clit, causing a squawk to escape her lips. The prisoner's mouth sucked and licked her sensitive bump passionately, drawing circles around her sensitive spot. Each small movement sent twitching pleasure through Hilda's hips, and her wings fluttered behind her.
(This is... It feels like a mating ritual, but better?)
Hildabrun thought to herself. Her mind spun at the prisoner's tongue, and she struggled to think. Before she knew it, it was already too late, and a climax washed over her.
Hildabrun stretched out her wings wide, and every muscle in her body tensed up at the feeling. Her hips bucked, but the pleasant tongue continued licking between her sensitive folds. Even as she came down from her orgasm, the prisoner swirled circles around her clit, causing squawking moans of protest to escape her lips.
"Mmm, that was tasty..." The prisoner finally released her, and Hilda fell to the floor, collapsing into a tired heap.
Despite being taller and stronger than the prisoner, Hilda found herself laying on the ground beneath her, staring up at the dark-haired human. However, as she stared at her, the prisoner's form began to change, and Hilda's eyes widened.
"D-Devil," Hildabrun whispered under her breath.
Two leathery wings sprouted out of the once unwinged prisoner. Red horns rose out of her black-as-night hair, and behind her legs, a tail whipped back and forth.
"I prefer the term 'Succubus' actually, but we have plenty of time to work on your vocabulary," Vy smiled down at the broodmother. "For starters, in front of everyone else, you may still call me a prisoner, but in this nest, you call me Mistress."
Heat flared in Hilda's cheeks as she stared up at the other woman. The once prisoner-cum-demon stood almost naked in the dim lighting. Only strappy black underwear protected a small modicum of her modesty.
Hilda gave a dry swallow, her raspy lips rubbing on one another. "Y-Yes Mistress..." She whispered quietly.
Chapter 2: Lucine
"This farce ends today, Mother Hilda." Lucine glared at the broodmother. Hildabrun sat on her stone throne, gently stroking the prisoner's hair. The older woman's flushed face stared endlessly at the woman in her arms.
The black-haired woman in question sat half-naked in the muscled woman's lap. She smiled back at Lucine, "Is something wrong?"
"We shall eat the human female and be done. This has dragged on long enough." Lucine continued.
"Her name is Vy," Hildabrun shook her head. "You shall use her name."
Lucine tightened her grip on her spear. "We shall eat *Vy* and be done. This charade has gone on for too long," she corrected herself with a grimace.
"We are not eating Vy," Hilda shook her head and Lucine stamped her spear on the ground in frustration.
"The male prisoners have been waiting for days now." Lucine protested and motioned at the line of three men tied up at the side of the cave. "We cannot eat them before performing the mating ritual."
"Actually, we're fine waiting-" a prisoner spoke up, but a Low-Harpy struck them, silencing the male prisoner.
Hildabrun sat pensively, still stroking Vy's hair. In return, the black-haired woman cuddled against her muscled torso. She placed one hand over the broodmother's chest sash suggestively, and she smiled back at Lucine softly.
