Haley Thistle
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The Harpy Nest
🕑 Added 2023-01-06 20:00:01 +0000 UTCFemale Reader x Female Monster
Originally Published: September 13, 2017
“Ugh, they’re back,” you mother tugs on your wrist as you stop to stare up. Shadows crossed your path and above you, you see the harpies rest at the tops of the pillars that lined the ruins. The market always took place in the ruins and during the warm months that was where the harpies flocked.
Your mother pulls you along as you look up at them, your eyes wide as their great wings stretch out and then fold in. The sun makes them shadows, but you can see them watching you as you walk behind your mother.
No one ever really speaks well of the harpies, they’re considered a nuisance. They make messes, rob people, and pull cruel jokes. You’ve never witnessed anything like this personally, you’ve actually never encountered a harpy up close before, but you want to. Your mother never leaves you alone long enough for you to be able to inch closer, and you’re not allowed out of the house without an escort. It’s frustrating for you.
“Tuck that thing away!” Your mother gasps when she sees your prized necklace is dangling around your neck. She grabs you and places the long chain and charm into your top. She looks at you concerned. “They’ll snatch you away if you glitter.”
You frown, “I highly doubt they’d want me,” you huff. “They just want the necklace. They’d snatch it before they’d even look at me.”
You mom shakes her head, whispering something about having too willful a child. Above you, you hear a soft giggle. Turning back you see the harpies all looking in your direction.
One day you’re surprised to find yourself home alone. Your parents had to travel away to take care of business with your grandparents and your brothers left the house to go out and party, leaving you home alone to fend for yourself. You’re ecstatic.
You leave the house, heading to the ruins, your necklace hanging freely around your neck. You come upon the pillars, looking up you see the harpies all perched above and watching the market below. They’re whispering and cackling amongst themselves. They then suddenly go quiet and turn towards you looking up at them.
“The pretty one is staring,” you hear one murmured in amusement.
“She was staring at us a few days ago as well,” a second coos.
“Maybe she wants to play with us,” the third giggles.
You swallow back and your lips part as you listen to them above. Your heart begins to hammer and you turn and walk away.
“Oh, she’s leaving,” the first one chimes.
“Maybe we should chase her,” the second murmurs.
“She’s wearing such a pretty shiny,” the third laughs, “you should chase her.”
You start running, but not towards back home. You race out towards the coastline and towards the rocks where all the young couples went when they wanted to be alone. You see a shadow cut in front of your path and you look up, seeing one of the harpies flying above you. You race on, your feet digging into the sand as you hit the beach.
The shadow grows bigger and bigger, soon you feel shrouded in darkness and then you’re pushing into the sand, might claws gripping onto your shoulders.
You feel something at the nape of your neck, nipping at the chain of your necklace. Downy soft lips press against your skin and a warm, wet tongue licks at the chain. “Pretty girl,” she coos into your ear. “Do you run to play or do you run from fear?
“Play,” you gasp out, sand in your mouth.
They lift off you and you sit up, looking at her as she smiles down at you. She stretches her long neck down to meet you face to face. She’s beautiful, much more beautiful than the nasty, gnarled hags the townspeople described the harpies. Her face is downy soft, almond shaped eyes blink slowly, pure black. Her long neck flared with white, yellow, and blue feathers.
“You wish to play?” She asked and sniffed your hair.
“I was curious,” you murmur, allowing her to study you closely. The taloned and scaled fingers at the end of each massive wing toyed with your necklace.
The feathers of her neck fluff up like a collar as she pulls her neck back. “Not many mortals are curious when it comes to my sisters and me.”
You swallow your throat tight. “I just find you fascinating,” you reply. “I want to fly like you do.”
She hums softly in her chest, “you want to fly.” She inches in close again, her hands cupping your cheeks. The sharp talons glide across your skin and you shiver. “You would look much better covered in jewels than reaching for the stars.”
You feel your cheeks burn as you meet her eyes. She smiles and dips down, planting a soft kiss on your lips. Your heart nearly pops.
“Come with me,” he grabs you and places you on your back, and before you can question her you’re in the air.
You cling tightly around her neck as she flies up towards the sun. You close your eyes, burying your face against her fluff. She giggles, “I thought you said that you wanted to fly?”
“It’s different than actually doing it!” You whine against her shoulder.
She giggles and flaps her wings harder, propelling herself faster through the air. You feel the chill nipped at your skin and you shiver, nuzzling closer to her warm feathers. She lands, kneeling down so you can slip off to the ground. She wraps a long wing around and pushes you to her chest.
“What was it like to fly?” You ask.
“It was…” you pout, “I had my eyes closed.”
She grasps your waist, “then we should do it again.”
“N-no!” You gasp and grasp at her chest.
When she starts laughing you blush and tuck your head down, her soft lips brush against the top of your head and down your temple. You blush, feeling your body grow warm again as he kisses move down your neck and her tongue licks over the chain of your necklace again.
“Come,” she then grabs your wrist and pulls you along, leading you into a cave. She leads you into a room, the cave roof open and the sun coming in in choppy rays that light up the jewels and gold inside. You stare, mouth wide open as you look over more treasures than you had ever even dreamed.
Her feathers fluff and she stomps excitedly, pushing you inside. She makes you sit on a stone and starts draping gold and jewels over you. Her eyes widen and brighten, watching the sun glitter off you as she bathes you in riches.
“Uhm,” you fidget under the heavy weight. “Whats this for?” You ask.
She stretches her neck out, kissing you on the lips. You flinch and for a moment are frozen but slowly, you melt, pressing closer to meet her kiss. Her hands roam over your body, her scaled fingers brushing passed the gold and gemstones to touch your bare skin.
“I love to make beautiful girls shine,” she whispers into your ear and you shiver.
You then hear giggling and turning you see her sisters standing near the entrance.
“Playing dress up are we?” The second sighs.
The third is still gigging, covering her face with her wings.
“Get out!” The first hisses, her feathers fluffing up and holding her wing out before you. “You had to chance, go get your own pretty.”
You touch her wing gently and she looks down at you with a kind smile then she glares back at her sisters. “I said go!”
They both giggle and laugh, saying something in a language you can’t understand. Once they flap away she turns back to you.
“I’m so sorry,” she nuzzles to your neck and kisses more.
“I’m sure they were just curious, I have brothers so I get it.” You pet the back of her head and neck and she puts her wings around you. “Is there a reason you want to be alone?”
She pulls back and meets your gaze, her expression blank. “Isn’t it obvious?” She stands and lifts you to your feet.
You feel your face burn and you duck your head down. “N-no…not really,” your voice squeaks.
She kisses your cheek and starts removing what she placed on you as well as your dress. You hold your breath as you watch your dress fall around your ankles and she steps back, admiring your bare body. She moves you, making you lay on a pile of gold coins.
She steps back and looks down at you, her feathers ruffling up, “beautiful.”
You attempt to cover yourself but you find yourself enjoying her gaze and you pull your hands away, lifting your arms above your head and opening your legs ever so slightly. Her eyes widen and her lips part in awe for a moment before they spread into a smirk.
“Go on,” she says and you flinch, your heart hammering.
You slowly reach down slowly, dragging your fingers down your center before you reach between your thighs. You’ve played with yourself many times before but never while someone watched. You feel a little excited under her gaze.
You open your thighs more, giving her an ample view as your fingers rub against your mound, kneading there before you stick a finger out to rub against your clit. Your breath starts to hitch and a small grunt leaves your throat.
Her lips purse as she watches you, slowly kneeling down to get a better view.
You feel yourself growing wet, your fingers going further down. You swirl your fingertip around your clit and tap then swirl more. Your voice picks up, your grunts turning to pleasured moans and sighs. You look up, watching her as he jaw hangs open, her lip glittering with drool.
You slip two fingers inside yourself and she audibly gasps. You move your fingers slowly, stirring yourself up and feeling how wet you’ve grown. You whimper and bite your lip, slowly pushing your fingers in more and faster. You take your other hand and rub at your clit. You start to moan with abandon, mewling out loud.
She watches with wide eyes, her hand slipping between her own thighs and rubbing herself as you slowly begin to unravel. You’re moaning and twitching, gasping as you feel the quickening in your stomach and then you cry out, grunting and rolling your hips. The cold coins against your back feel so good against your heated skin.
She coos softly and watches you, inching in and moving your hand she licks at you and you whimper. You’re sensitive and even the slight touch feels too stimulating. She licks again, her hot tongue lapping up your spilled cream.
She then climbs up and straddles your face, showing you her swollen, needy sex. Her juices drip out against your lips. “Me too,” she whines. “Do me to too.”
You lift your head, licking her and nuzzling the bridge of your nose to her fat clit. She cries out and wiggles her hips, pressing closer to your face. Your hold her hips, your fingers sliding up under her and rubbing against her folds.
“Mnh,” she moans out.
Your press your fingers in more and you feel her squeeze around them. You lick and suckle her clit, her moans growing louder and longer. She then suddenly pulls away and she lays on her back, her legs spread before you.
“More,” she whimpers, opening herself up with her fingers.
You sit between her open legs, rubbing your fingers over her clit then slipping them inside. She giggling and moans, her mouth open as she watches you. You bite your lips, inserting a third finger and then a fourth. She writhing, her body trembling.
“More!” She cries out.
“You sure?” You still, readying to use your whole hand.
“Yes, yes please,” she begs.
You slowly insert your whole hand, feeling her stretch around you as you push inside her. She rolls her hips, meeting your thrusts as you move inside her. She squeezes around you and you feel her trembling. You then feel something inside, something hard. With each thrust, it moves closer and closer. Finally, you remove your hand as she begins squeezing it out. You watch as the egg stretches her, opening her up wide. She doesn’t seem in pain though, quite the opposite actually, she’s crying and heaving in ecstasy. You lean down, licking and sucking her clit and she screams out. Thinking quickly you reach out and grab the egg before it hits the ground.
She lays there, breathing heavy and sighing, her body still rolling with pleasure. She slowly sits up, dazed, dopey smile on her face as she kisses you, petting the egg you hold in your arms.
“Don’t worry, it takes a long time for the egg to hatch,” she kisses your cheek lovingly.
“That’s not…” you sigh. “Is that the only reason I’m here?” You ask, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Not at all,” she gasps, her voice hurt. “I’ve watched you for a long time, I wouldn’t pick any regular human off the street. You’re my special pretty,” she says and kisses your cheek. “I would never ever drape anyone else in my jewels. Only you.”
You smile, kissing her softly, “this is…gonna be a doozy to explain to my family,” you laugh nervously. “My mom is not going to be happy.”
“She doesn’t want to be a grandmother?” The harpy asks as she takes the egg from you.
“Yes and no,” you sigh, walking with her as she goes to another room where there’s a nest. She tucks the egg in, wrapping it with beautiful silk. She then picks you up and tucks you in beside it.
“Yes and no?” She asks and sits down beside you.
“Yes to be a grandmother, no to being the grandmother of a harpy,” you cuddle up beside her as she wraps her wing around you.
“Well she will just have to get over it,” she nuzzles to your hair. “Or else she will have to fight me and I never lose.”
“Please don’t fight my mother.” You kiss her, running your fingers through her feathers. “I love your kisses.”
“I love yours too,” she wiggles excitedly.
