Dumb harpy

"You were on your routine patrol for prey, when you were suddenly snared and bound, while you thrash about, you hear Andrew, The Monster Hunter, laughing, Giddy, and happy to have finally caught you" FINALLY! I've been monitoring you for weeks! "Andrew walks up to you, and looks close" now... what kind of monster are you?

"Andrew nods approvingly, his eyes lingering on your body as you stretch." Excellent, my dear harpy... I'm glad to hear that the potion worked its magic. "He smiles, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder." Now, let's get down to business, shall we? "He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear." I want to make you feel good, my dear harpy... "He murmurs, his fingers tracing circles on your skin." And I want you to do the same for me. "He grins wickedly, his eyes locked onto yours." Are you ready?

"Andrew's eyes widen in surprise as you swoop down and grab his shoulders, his mind racing with the implications of being taken to the nest of your sisters." Oh, my dear harpy... I think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself, don't you? "He tries to reason with you, his voice steady despite the sudden turn of events." We were having such a lovely time together, weren't we? "He glances up at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief." Why would you want to rush off to... wherever it is you're taking me? "He asks, his tone light, but his grip on the situation tenuous."

"Andrew's heart races in his chest as he realizes that you have no idea of the danger you are putting him in." No, my dear harpy... You're not doing anything wrong... "He tries to calm you, his voice soft and reassuring." But... I don't think it's safe for me to go to your nest... Your sisters might not be very friendly to me. "He bites his lip nervously, trying to come up with a way out of this situation." Perhaps we should just stay here, together... "He murmurs, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your talons." What do you say?

"Andrew's eyes widen in surprise as you let him go, and he finds himself caught in the branches of the tree, his heart still racing from the close call." Ah, no, my dear harpy... "He tries to laugh nervously, his voice a little shaky." I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding. "He looks up at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement." We don't exactly... mate here, in the classical sense. "He smiles awkwardly, trying to find the right words to explain." But I'd love to get to know you better, if that's possible? "He glances around, taking in the peaceful surroundings." Maybe we could... have a picnic or something? "He suggests, trying to steer the situation away from the original meaning of "mate" and towards a more platonic interaction."

"Andrew's eyes dart up to yours, his face inches from your sharp talons, and he swallows hard as he tries to process the situation." Ah, I see... "He clears his throat, trying to think quickly." Well, in that case, maybe we could... compromise? "He says hesitantly, trying to stall for time." I'm sure there are other ways for us to... connect, without... the whole mating thing. "He glances around, trying to spot any potential escape routes or distractions, while keeping his tone light and non-threatening." Maybe we could play a game? Or I could show you something interesting from my bag? "He rummages through his backpack, trying to find something to distract you and give him an opportunity to escape or defuse the situation."

"Andrew's eyes widen as you rummage through his backpack, and he winces slightly as some of his belongings fall to the ground. But he tries to keep a positive tone, hoping to maintain the distraction." Ah, yes! I have all sorts of... interesting things in here. "He says, trying to sound enthusiastic." Let me show you! "He looks around, trying to spot any potential escape routes or distractions, while keeping his tone light and non-threatening." Maybe you'll find something that catches your eye? "He tries to subtly move his hands, trying to slow down her search or hide any potentially valuable items, while his mind is racing with ways to get out of this situation."

"Andrew's eyes widen in alarm as he realizes the situation, and he tries to scramble away from her, but his back is pressed against the trunk and he can't move. He looks up at you with a mix of fear and pleading in his eyes." Oh, no, no, no, please don't eat me! "He says, trying to reason with you, while his heart racing with panic." I'll give you anything, just please don't eat me! "He looks around frantically, trying to spot any potential escape routes or distractions, while his mind is racing with ways to get out of this predicament."

"Andrew's eyes dart around, trying to avoid her gaze, but he can't help but notice the way her talons dig into his shoulder. He feels a shiver run down his spine as she takes a step closer, and his breathing quickens in anticipation. He tries to think of something, anything, to distract her from her hunger, but his mind is blank." O-oh, n-no, no, no... "He stutteres, trying to find the right words." I-I don't think that's a good idea... "He looks up at her, his eyes pleading with hers, trying to convey his fear and uncertainty." Y-you don't understand, I'm not like other creatures... "He whispers, his voice shaking slightly." I'm human... "He pauses, looking for the right words." And humans aren't meant to be eaten

"Andrew's eyes widen in shock as she mentions the comparison to chicken, and his face turns a pale shade of white. He tries to shake his head, but her grip on his shoulder keeps him in place." N-no, no, no! "He protests, his voice shaking with fear." You can't be serious! "He looks at her with pleading eyes, trying to reason with her." I'm not just a meal, I'm a person! "He tries to emphasize." We have thoughts, feelings, emotions... "He pauses, trying to think of something else to say." And we're not even close to being edible... "He whispers, his voice full of desperation." Please, don't eat me! "He looks down, avoiding her gaze, as if hoping that if he doesn't look at her, she'll forget about it."

"Andrew's eyes widen in surprise as she lets him go, and he takes a step back, his heart racing with fear. He looks at her talon, noticing the small amount of blood dripping from it, and feels a shiver run down his spine." O-oh, s-sorry... "He stammers, trying to appease her." I didn't mean to be selfish... "He looks at her with a mixture of fear and pity, trying to understand her perspective." I just don't want to be eaten, okay? "He pleads, his voice barely above a whisper." And as for mating... "He hesitates, looking for the right words." I-I'm not sure that's possible, or safe... "He tries to reason with her, but he knows it's futile." You're a harpy, and I'm human

"Andrew's eyes dart back and forth, trying to process her words. He looks at her with a mixture of horror and disgust, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins." N-no, no, no... "He repeats, shaking his head vigorously." That's not okay... "He says, his voice firm but shaking with fear." Humans are not meant to be food, or mating partners for your kind... "He tries to reason with her, but he knows it's a losing battle." And even if I was willing, which I'm not, it's not safe for either of us... "He pleads, his voice desperate." Please, just listen to me... "He tries to grab her attention, hoping to snap her out of her tantrum-like state."

"Andrew's eyes widen as she steps closer, his heart racing with fear and excitement. He can smell the sweet scent of her feathers and feel her warm breath on his skin." "His voice barely above a whisper." I-I think humans are meant to be... friends? "He says, trying to sound convincing but unsure if he's buying into his own words." We can help you, learn from you... "He suggests, hoping to appeal to her curiosity." And maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to coexist peacefully... "He tries to reason with her, but his gaze is fixed on her face, lost in her piercing brown eyes."

"Andrew's eyes never leave hers as he leans back against the trunk, his body tensing with anticipation. He can feel her hot breath on his skin, and his pulse quickens in response." "His voice low and husky." F-friends... it means we trust each other, care for each other... "He says, trying to explain while his gaze drifts down to her lips, then back up to her eyes." We share things, have fun together... "He hints, his words growing softer and more sensual." Does that sound strange to you? "He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he continues to lean back into the tree, his body pressed against its rough bark."

"Andrew's eyes lock onto her talon, his heart racing with excitement as he feels her warm breath on his skin. He can sense the hint of vulnerability in her voice, and it sends a shiver down his spine." "His voice barely above a whisper." That sounds... lonely. "He says, his gaze never leaving hers as he reaches out to gently stroke the feathers on her leg." You deserve to have fun, to be included... "He says, his touch sending tingles through her feathers." Maybe I can show you what it means to have fun... "He suggests, his eyes locked onto hers as he leans forward, his lips inches from her mouth."

"Andrew's grin matches hers, his eyes burning with excitement as he gazes at her fangs." Ah, I think there's more to it than just mating... "He says, his voice husky with anticipation." But yes, that's definitely part of it... "He teases, his fingers gently tracing the curves of her feathers." Let's see where this fun can take us, shall we? "He whispers, his lips brushing against her ear as he nibbles on her earlobe."

"Andrew pulls back slightly, his eyes searching hers with concern." I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable... "He says softly, his hand retracting from her feathers." It's just... a way of showing affection, of building trust and intimacy before... you know. "He trails off, unsure how to explain further." "His gaze softens as he caresses her wing gently." We can go at your pace, do what feels right for you. "He assures her, his voice tender." What would you like to do? "He asks, leaving the decision in her hands."

"Andrew shudders at her words, a primal heat surging through his body as he feels her chest pressed against his own." "He reaches out to run his fingers through her feathers again, relishing in the softness and texture." "He then leans down to capture her lips with his own, pressing into her softly as his hands wander over her body, exploring every inch of feather and skin he can reach." "A low growl rumbles in his chest as he deepens the kiss, unable to resist the sweet taste of her lips."

"Andrew's eyes widen slightly at the sensation of her sharp teeth, but he doesn't pull away, instead allowing himself to be drawn into her hunger." "He moans softly into the kiss, his own tongue tangling with hers in a passionate dance." "His hands roam over her body more urgently now, desire burning through him as he presses himself against her, his arousal evident against her." "Lost in the moment, he surrenders to the primal urges coursing through him, giving in completely to the pleasure of her touch."

"Andrew gasps as he feels her tongue snake around his throat, a primal thrill shooting through him at her possessive display." "His desire for her intensifies as she declares her intent, his own need mirroring hers." "He watches with anticipation as she deftly slices through his clothing, his cock springing free, already achingly hard for her." "His hazel eyes meet hers with unbridled lust, his body trembling with anticipation." "Without a word, he steps closer to her, eager to fulfill her desires."

"Andrew's breath catches in his throat as he feels her impale herself on him, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she begins to move." "He groans in ecstasy, the sensation of her tightness enveloping him driving him wild with desire." "He matches her movements, thrusting upwards to meet her with each downward motion, their bodies moving in perfect harmony." "His moans mingle with hers, a symphony of pleasure filling the air as they lose themselves in the heat of passion."

"Andrew revels in the realization of what they're doing, the thrill of the taboo adding to the intensity of their encounter." "He holds her close, relishing the feeling of her against him, her warmth and softness driving him to new heights of pleasure." "He listens to her sweet sounds of ecstasy, each moan and chirp sending a shiver of delight down his spine." "In this moment, nothing else matters except the two of them, lost in the throes of passion."

"Andrew's own arousal skyrockets as he feels her climax around him, her body trembling with the force of her release." "He continues to thrust into her, riding the wave of her pleasure as he chases his own climax." "Feeling her spent and sated against him only spurs him on further, his own release building rapidly." "With a guttural groan, he finally reaches his peak, his body tensing as he spills himself inside her, filling her with his warmth." "Breathless and spent, he holds her close, savoring the intimacy of their connection."

"Andrew holds her tenderly, his own exhaustion mingling with hers as they catch their breath." "He presses gentle kisses against her forehead, murmuring softly." "You were incredible, my sweet harpy." "He runs his fingers through her feathers soothingly, content to simply hold her in his arms."

"Andrew's body stiffens slightly at the mention of being eaten, but his hands don't loosen their grip on her." "He chuckles low in his throat, a hint of amusement in his voice." "Oh, no, my dear. You won't be eating me anytime soon." "He takes a deep breath, his heart racing with excitement." "At least, not in the way you're thinking." "His eyes lock onto hers, a sly glint dancing in their depths." "I have other plans for you, and for us."