Chapter 1 - Chapter One

Idriel woke up with twigs and leaves stuck haphazardly in his long flowing hair. His armor was heavy and warm while the sun baked the mud that was splotched over his once-gleaming plates. He felt a soreness that started at his calves and raced up his body until it reached his shoulders. Which had tiny spots of blood from small scratches that managed to prick his flesh from beneath his pauldron.

And it was then that he remembered how he got there in the first place.

The blood elf scrambled to his hands and knees. He shook off the lightheadedness that he felt moments ago and blinked three times to focus his vision. He then breathed in deep and looked around and his heart sank at what he found.

He was seated in one corner of a large nest comprised of twigs, branches, and magically hardened mud. The nest was decorated with colorful feathers, polished skulls, and glittering jewels that were likely stolen from travelers or retrieved from bodies. It smelled faintly of fresh-cut grass and wild northern berries. But the details that distressed the elf the most was the utter absence of his sword and shield.

They’re gone! He thought. Did they take it when I was unconscious? But then, why am I still alive?

Idriel pushed himself off the ground. He stood up, brushed some dirt off his chest, then squinted as he looked all around. He hoped to get a better idea of where he was, or at least see if he could recognize how far away the harpy had taken him. But a shadow blocked out the sun before he could do more than a glance.

“YOU SHOULDN’T BE AWAKE YET!”

A pair of claws closed around his shoulders as a sizable weight slammed into him. He gasped as the sudden force knocked him off his feet and slammed him down onto his back. He blinked and looked up into the agitated face of a harpy woman with feathers as blue as the sea and skin that was as gray as stone. The sneering face she had distracted Idriel from the modest bounce of her palm-sized breasts as well as the wind-chime-like jingle of her swaying bejeweled necklace.

Idriel struggled to get an arm free. But all he could do was reach up and grasp the harpy’s calves. While her weight was modest, her strength was undeniable. And he was well and truly pinned to the spot.

“Let me go!” Idriel shouted.

“No.” Hissed the harpy as she lowered her face to get closer to Idriel. “I should have eaten you on the spot! So I think I shall…”

The harpy woman opened her mouth and snapped at Idriel’s face. And for a moment the elf thought that he’d have to fight or become this woman’s next meal.

But then, a second harpy came into view and rested a talon on the first harpy’s shoulder.

Idriel looked at the second harpy and felt his cheeks burn and flush. Her feathers were green with blue and white tips that swayed as if brushed by a gentle breeze. Her face was gentle with soft curves in her cheeks and juicy lips that looked painted and moist. She had wide hips, a soft tummy, and full-heaving breasts that were barely contained in a brassiere of enchanted glowing leaves and desperately straining vines. She had jewels around her neck, ankles, and wrists, that shone and sparkled in the sunlight. And her piercing green eyes were fully focused on Idriel. But when she spoke, she spoke to the smaller and feistier harpy.

“Now now Phida.” said the second harpy. “You COULD have eaten him. But you didn’t and brought him to me. Because you are good to your matriarch and would never disappoint me.”

Phida’s nostrils flared as she shot a contested look at Idriel. It was clear to the elf that she wanted to push the matron away and make good on her threats. But the tension in her shoulders had waned and her heaving chest slowed to a gentle rise and fall of relaxed breathing.

“Your mother never taught you how to foster a clutch, did she?” the matron said.

Phida groaned then shook her head. It was something she'd rather not think about.

“Then she did you a disservice, But then, she was always more interested in fighting. Much like you.” Phida teased. 

The matron licked her lips and stared into Idriel’s eyes. She then reached down and plucked one of the cups of her bra down and gasped as the tit flopped down on her chest. Idriel gasped and wiggled despite himself and the matron cooed in satisfaction.

Idriel sat up as far as he could.

"Ladies?" Idriel said in a voice that was far more timid than he'd hoped for. "If you want to talk this out, you could go somewhere else. I shouldn't listen to this I think."

Phida bounced on Idriel and slammed him back down.

“Quiet, meat!” Phida said.

“Oh Phida…he’s still got his pants on. I haven’t seen his meat yet.”

Phida blinked and looked at the matron. She said something about Idriel's face and skin that he didn't want to hear. But the matron shook her head and laughed off the ravenous taunts of the smaller harpy.

“Oh you angry little warrior,” the matron said, “You really don’t know the pleasures of breeding, do you? I could teach you with this one if you wish. Or I could send you away so you can hunt. But this one is mine and the only thing I’m eating is his rich thick cream.” The matron brushed the smooth sides of her claws against her cheeks. Her lips then curled into the giddiest expression as her voice remarked in a husky squeak. “OH! I can’t wait! It’s been far too long.”

Idriel drew in a breath and caught the scent of something sweet and heady. It made him feel lightheaded as if he’d drunk a whole bottle of Shal’dorei arcwine in a single gulp. His body tingled from head to toe and he felt his cock twitch and warm. His eyes fell from the matron’s face until they found her pussy.

“Is that…an aphrodisiac?” Idriel said.

The matron pinched her lips together and tsk’d the elf.

“Of all the first things you could say to me and you have to ask that? Oh you naughty boy. I could eat you all up.”

Phida squawked and turned her body towards the matron. Her lips parted to speak in obvious protest, but the matron shushed her with a claw pressed over her lips.

“I didn’t mean that literally. You really haven’t learned much have you? Let my plaything go, then stay or go as you please.”

Phida's cheeks darkened to a deep crimson shade. She forced her attention onto Idriel and gazed at him with eyes that were no less hungry than before. Only this time, the hunger was far more lustful.

“It’s not fair…” Phida said with an audible pout. “I could be full if I had just eaten him. Fine! You can have him, but I’m marking him first.”

Mark me? Idriel wondered. What could she mean?

Phida lowered her claws down her tight firm body until they came to rest over her pussy. She parted her nether lips with a gentle touch, then squatted down until Idriel could get a clear view of her sex. Her flower was womanly and as pink and moist as other pussies he’d seen. It almost looked inviting.

“TAKE THIS, MAN MEAT!” Phida squawked as a splash of gold liquid erupted out from her urethra.

Idriel groaned and sputtered as the pee splashed his chin and chest. The liquid was warm and splashed over his skin, clothes, and armor.  He shook his head from side to side and wriggled to try and get out from beneath the woman. But she only pushed her weight down harder to lock him in place. All he could do was shut his eyes and blush as Phida relieved herself atop him.

The warrior laughed mockingly and said something about how pathetic and weak Idriel had to be to end up where he was. And the elf knew that the matron watched it all happen without so much as a chastising word.

Idriel almost wished they’d fight him instead. Especially when he felt his cock harden at the degradation of it all.

When Phida was finally done, she loosened her claws over Idriel’s shoulders. She moved off the elf and padded over to the side of the nest. She then looked from the horizon back to Idriel and back again as if wondering if she should stay or go.

"Phida…" the matron finally said as she squatted down atop Idriel's legs. She rested her claws flat down on Idriel's chest ignoring the urine that covered his now filthy metal. As she spoke, her claws searched for buckles, clasps, and snaps then undid them each in an almost ritual-like calm.

“Younger women are always so hasty with their slaves. And you must feel so humiliated, don’t you, my pet?” The matron said.

Idriel stammered at the matron. He wanted to protest and deny feeling anything but disgust at his treatment. But his body was far more honest. Especially as the matron sat down on his legs and wiggled until his bulge fit snugly against her ass. She rolled her hips back and forth, rubbing against him through his trousers while her claws scratched gentle lines across his pee-stained chest.

“Just look at yourself, pet,” the matron cooed, “Phida relieves herself on you. Your utterly defenseless and pathetic. And you’re still getting nice and hard just from rubbing against my ass. I bet you want mommy to tear your pants off and do something with your cock, don’t you?”

Idriel's body was hot. His mind was foggy and lust-addled. He could barely even see anything except for the matron's teasing face and large floppy tits. His lips pinched into a tight "O" as he imagined suckling on the matron's puffy dark nipples. And his throat felt dry as he thirsted to be covered in whatever this matron would give him.

He tried to remember what it was he wanted to do. But thoughts of escape were long gone and far away. They were replaced with a desire to be her happy little stud. He then looked at Phida and confessed his desire with a nod.

The matron licked her lips and reached up. She caressed the smooth side of her claw against Idriel’s cheek.

“That’s a good little pet. Now, lay back and wait.” The matron then turned towards Phida. “Do you see? He’s happy and tamed and I didn’t even have to shout. Now, since you wish to stay. Find a roost, I want to see this man’s pitiful cock.”

“If it’s pitiful…” Phida said with a soft breathy purr, “You can give him to me.”

“I just might. But then you will have to find me another man.” The matron said.

She looked at Idriel and pushed a claw against her lips. She shushed Idriel and winked at him, then wiggled her way down his legs. Idriel moaned as she ground her soft body against him. Every inch she touched tingled with jolts of sensation, especially when his covered dick brushed against her juicy thick thighs.

“I saw how you stared at my breasts, my pet.” the Matron said. “Perhaps you want to feel them more before I have my fun with you.”

She reached up and tugged down the remaining cup of her brassiere. She then crossed her arms beneath her bust and lifted the massive mounds as high as she could. She buried her chin between her cleavage and then flicked out her tongue over her flesh. Then she hummed as she watched Idriel's eyes roam to the obvious place. 

“You are lucky, my pet.” The matron cooed in between licks. “I’m usually not in such a patient mood. But I couldn’t help but smell the cum in your sack. Just screaming to be milked out deep inside me or over these tits you crave so much.”

She settled down towards his ankles and leaned down over him. She licked her lips and snickered as she wiggled her heaving breasts from side to side and brushed her puffy nipples so they’d brush over his powerful abs.

“I bet,” she finally said, “you’re as hard as you can be. So let’s see if your cock is as worthy as I hope it to be.”

The harpy grabbed the waist of Idriel’s trousers. She licked her lips and gazed at the elf’s eyes. Then she tugged them down in a single jerk and parted her lips to say “Tada!”

Idriel gasped and hid his face behind timid hands. He squinted his eyes shut and held his breath as he felt the breeze brush against his dick. He was so hard on everything that had been done already. And surely the harpy would mock him more for what he packed between his thighs.

But the matron didn’t tease him or mock him or laugh, even when his dick slapped her bust with a big loud thunk. The girthy, foot-long cock throbbed as it rested between the mammoth’s massive jugs. The tip was already sticky as pre-cum dribbled out over his crown and smeared against her soft warm flesh. And the veins pulsed to match his heartbeat.

“What is this?!” the Matron remarked, “How is your meat this big?!”

The matron sat up and grabbed Idriel’s dick. She squeezed it tight and jerked it from base to tip. Her eyes grew unfocused and drool reached her lips. And a dark red flush even rose to her cheeks.

“Phida, you found me a real fun one this time. This will fill me up just right!”

The matron lifted her thigh and moved to straddle him in place. But a loud squawk and the flutter of feathers snapped her out of her focus. Idriel felt the other harpy straddle his face and squeeze her knees around his cheeks.

“Wait Matron! I marked him. So he’s mine!” Phida said as she slapped her claws down on his rock-hard abs.

Idriel parted his fingers to look around. But his vision was obscured by Phida’s slick wet sex. It was now dripping lust over his face, smearing him with the scent of arousal and urine.

“Oh no no Phida,” the matron teased. “You wanted to eat him didn’t you? You brought this man meat to me. And he’s mine! You can leave to fight for the clutch!”

The matron pumped Idriel’s cock in deep rapid motions. She slapped his meat against her breasts and rubbed the tip down over her flesh.

“That’s not fair, matron!” Phida whined. “If you want a man thing, then you should go and catch one yourself!”

Idriel heard slaps and squawks as both women bounced atop him. Phida’s sex squished down on his nose, covering his senses in her arousing scent and the matron’s soft round ass crushed his ankles until it hurt.

“Wait wait!” Idriel winced. “You don’t have to fight. Can you get off if you’re going to fight.”

Phida flopped down and smothered Idriel beneath her sex. She hissed and crowed as she rubbed against his nose and lips. She slapped the flat part of her talons on his chest with enough care to avoid making him bleed.

“Be quiet man meat!” Phida taunted, “Keep yourself busy.”

Dozens of thoughts came to the paladin's mind. But none of them ever reached his lips. It was hard to focus on speech, with the smell of arousal smeared right against his face or the slight pain as Phida's knees pressed down on his long crimson hair. Then he felt two pairs of claws roaming over his body. With some scratching his broad muscular chest, a claw jerking him off, and another flicking across his nipples until they became pebble-hard points.

He heard their squawks and screeches subside, replaced with coos and teasing words. They called him "man meat" "plaything" or "good little breeder". It was enough to rob Idriel of any hope of composure, as his cheeks burned red hot in shame.

And once he gave in to that shame, he could only do whatever the women told him to.

It didn’t take long for the paladin to flick his tongue across Phida’s sex. The taste and aroma surrounded his senses until he felt dizzy and hot. The matron, not wanting to be ignored, grabbed hold of the man’s meat. She pumped it up and down with several deep tugs until she could guide him inside of her folds. The moans that followed were muffled between Phida’s thighs.

Both women had their way with the paladin for what had to have been hours. He had no way of telling how long it had been, but he did remember seeing the sky change from clear blue to vibrant orange. There was hardly a chance to take a rest for however long he was held thrall to the women's lust. Every time he thought he'd have a moment to breathe, one of the harpies would propose a new position to try.

It must have been around noon when the elf was slamming his hips against the matron's fat round ass while Phida held his head into a warm wet kiss. A short time later found the Matron holding him down beneath her claws, while Phida rode his beast of a dick like a bucking steed. And even later than that found both women laying atop one another, while the paladin rubbed his cock between their lusts.

The women's lusts seemed neverending until the elf's cock was spent and soft. And though both harpies pouted in disappointment, they agreed to let their new toy rest for a moment. So they flapped and flew to the far edge of the nest to discuss whatever it was horny harpies had to discuss.

Idriel seized the moment to consider the situation. He first looked over the edge of the nest and realized that it wasn't as high up as he had originally feared. As a further mercy, the nest rested upon a plateau at the top of a gently sloped cliff face. Which meant he could climb away as soon as his hostesses had gone to sleep.

He then looked over himself and the two harpies. Both women were signposts of sin with nude bodies covered with sweat. Their chests heaved from deep tired breaths while thick ropes of cum rested on their radiant skin. Their lips were curled into the most satisfied smiles and their bottoms were red from all the times Idriel spanked them. 

As for Idriel himself, he was no less marked. His body had small scratches from when the harpy claws scratched a little too hard. His hair was an absolute mess with small twigs caught in his flame-red locks. And his cheeks still tingled from all the kisses both women had given him over the past few hours. Which meant that he was unharmed and could make the climb after some rest.

The elf searched the nest and found a small flask of water Phida had brought him at some earlier point in time. He uncapped the flask and drank deep of the cold refreshing water. Then he sat down and rested against the edge of the nest as his mind wandered back to how he got into that situation in the first place.

“Man-thing~ What are you doing?”

Idriel’s heart jumped as he heard the women’s sing-song voices. Even in his tired state, he could hear the lust in their tones. And it made his body tingle from head to toe. Surely, Idriel thought, they weren’t ready already!

He looked towards the women with wide-open eyes and saw two pairs of hungry eyes. He watched as the women crawled towards him with wicked lips moistened by eager tongues. And though he wanted to protest, his body was more honest as his cock sprung back to full vigor and life.

“Don’t worry, man-thing.” The matron hissed.

“We just want a little more. Then you can sleep.” Phida purred as she and the matron reached Idriel.

Phida turned around and sat on the right side of Idriel’s lap. She wiggled her hips until she felt the girth of the elf’s cock slide between her toned and firm rear. The matron then followed suit, except she pressed her tits against Phida’s ass and sandwiched the elf’s dick between her and the warrior. Then both harpies ground and moved. 

They squawked and chirped all sorts of dirty things. They complimented the man’s healthy dick and insulted how easily he submitted to their desires. They called him a sweet treat, man meat, and fuck toy. They dared him to hold out while squeezing his shaft as tight as they could. Then they laughed as Idriel gave in to the pleasure and erupted, blasting their bodies with one last thick spray of seed.

The elf could barely focus as the harpies squeezed that last release from him. But he could see the contented smiles on the harpy's faces as they played with the cum over their bodies. The warrior was busied with plucking cum from her skin and feathers and watching how it stretched and dripped between her claws. While the matron licked what she could from her face and sighed at the rich flavors that covered her whorish tongue.

The paladin was tempted to say something to the woman. Perhaps to ask if he could leave or to check if they enjoyed themselves. But before a single word left his lips, he noticed something. Neither harpy spared him so much as a glance at him. Nor did they even act as if he was there at all. It was as if, now that he was spent and their lusts sated, they had no further need of him. And that realization made Idriel flush hotter than he had flushed that entire day.

So he remained quiet as he scrambled to collect his armor and torn clothes beneath his arms. He then rolled over the lip of the nest and made the slow climb down to the ground, with his ass visible to all beneath the warm light of the fading sunset.