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The Gamer Chapter 1210 – No Holds Barred Interlewd 3 – Harpy Biology
🕑 Added 2022-05-05 17:08:51 +0000 UTCNightingale climbed off the hill of pillows she had rested on and knelt down where John had been when eating her out. As she spoke, some of the gooey liquid that stretched between her teeth dribbled down her black lips. “The most successful of the early harpies endeared themselves beyond their voices by offering services to the men they otherwise rarely got and to the human women whose household they entered by showcasing their secondary position through…” she cleared her throat again, “...oral favours. That swiftly turned into a selective property of reproduction.”
Rather than explain in every detail what exactly that entailed, Nightingale opened wide. John gazed into the mouth of the harpy, so intrigued that he summoned the Companion Cube to give him a little more light. The teeth at the back were as flawless as those revealed when she smiled. Her gums and the insides of her cheeks were of a purple colour. Clear, the slimy liquid dripped from every bit of her mouth and teeth. John leaned in a bit closer and caught the twitches at the back of her throat. Immediately, he realized that he was looking at the same folded tissue usually only found downstairs.
Although he was familiar with exceptions already, all of those had been the process of pure magic. In this case he was looking at magical evolution. Even with the supernatural involved, the fact that a species had evolved to have sexual tissue in their throat was ludicrous. Absolutely ludicrous and indescribably hot.
Overtly, to give her a chance to pull back, John extended a hand. She let him push two fingers into her mouth and even leaned forward to let him get deeper. The tips of her wings quivered and she moaned when he came in contact with the back of her mouth. Touch confirmed what sight indicated, the quivering flesh felt exactly like the insides of her pussy. On his way out, he took hold of her tongue, as best he could with all of that thick liquid around, and pulled it out. Nightingale obliged. Her tongue was pointier than he had thought, befitting of a bird admittedly, and kept extending until it went well past her chin.
It was John’s turn to gulp as he pulled his hand back and beheld the greatly depraved sight of an incredibly turned-on night goddess staring up at him, expression lewd, dextrous tongue extended. The thick fluid still dripped from her mouth and chin. Licking what was on his hand, John tasted sweetened lavender and the cold, crisp air of a chill night. It was a variety of pussy juice, produced instead of saliva.
In absolute awe at the beauty of monster girls, John watched Nightingale pull her tongue back in. The phlegmy tone of her voice instantly lost what problem he had with it, now that he knew its origins. “To be successful, civilized harpies were required to be charming and content as part of harems. Most successful were those who could entice with attributes beyond beauty. My ancestors were incredibly successful.” She leaned towards his twitching cock. The constant erection he had for the past twenty minutes was starting to be uncomfortable. “We struck an accord, my suitor. One of my virginities. Would my mouth satisfy?”
“The spirit of the agreement was- you know what, never mind,” the Gamer interrupted himself. “If you think you can work with my size.”
“Do not worry,” she said and leaned in. In a breathy tone, whose every syllable brushed over the underside of his cock, she added, “I have experience with your size.”
‘I’ll sit Scarlett down on a Sybian and fuck her ass until she passes out when I next get the chance,’ John thought.
Had he not known it was a fact, he would have found the assertion that Nightingale had never done as much as lick a cock before preposterous. With a confident eagerness that could only be born of a mixture of animal instinct, practice, and extreme motivation, she wrapped her tongue around the base of his cock. As the coil sat around the shaft, the middle of the dextrous, slimy muscle pushed against the underside, and gradually she slipped upwards. A stream of precum was pushed out, staining her face as she made her way to the tip. Something like a grin appeared on her parted, black lips.
John had to hold on for dear life not to cum immediately. Even her wings lent themselves to being a premiere cocksucker. Folded, they made her body naturally assume the same posture regular humanoids took when folding their hands behind their back. Her chest was already covered in drops of her mouth juices. With every fibre of his being, John believed that men would have taken women like this if they were a 3 out of 10. He was boundlessly blessed by this modern and divine harpy being an absolute 10. One that moaned intensely when she had slid up enough that his precum was dripping on her tongue.
“Ish it true thaht you cahn’t take care of thish yourshelf?” Nightingale asked, her tongue approaching his glans.
“Yessss,” John hissed, clawing at the cushion.
“Intereshting.” That was the last word of the harpy. Meeting her retreating tongue halfway, she wrapped her dark lips around his manhood. They formed a seal, tight where it mattered and soft everywhere else. Nightingale leaned forwards with no hesitation, descending on his now lubricated cock. Albeit slimier than usual, her mouth was warm and her sucked in cheeks smooth in the familiar ways. That impression instantly changed when she had the first third down and started to suck him into her throat.
The absolute depravity of those folds enveloping him was only matched by Siena’s and Undine’s insides. Deepthroats were always a pleasure, if not for the execution, then for the sight alone. Nightingale barely even had to try, the twitching of her insides massaging his dick in all ways he could have asked for. Yet, she tried. She tried and she was extremely good at it. While her luscious, glistening lips slid ever closer to his base, while more of his cock was enveloped by fantastic folds, while the muffled moans proved that the tissue had not just the texture but also the sensitivity of her pussy, while all of that happened, her tongue still massaged him. She looked up to him. With the last few centimetres, she struggled, the differences between an inanimate dildo and the real thing likely causing some complications. She powered through and he found his entire cock down her throat.
Even at the depths he reached, he was still surrounded by folds. “Fucking hell, how do I keep stumbling over interesting women with killer bodies like you?” John sighed. “I’m going to cum…” he announced and felt Nightingale swiftly pull back. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, the expression of payback. “First lesson in submission, my ambitious songbird,” he growled and grabbed a fistful of her hair when she was halfway up. “Nobody edges me without my approval.”
Nightingale took a quivering inhale through her nose, her face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Letting her have that breath, John stared at her. This little stunt she wanted to pull steeled his dom side.
“Work for my forgiveness,” he ordered her and felt an eager nod around his shaft. He let go of her hair and she pushed down again. Softly at first, expecting him to cum any moment now, she bobbed. Keeping a straight face, John kept wrestling down his impending orgasm.
The moment she realized this would continue for longer, Nightingale went back all the way down. John counted the seconds. Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds passed. The harpy had trained herself not just to take an object this size (although he had to wonder how much training she would have needed) but also to hold her breath without issue. In her motionless state, her inexperience showed.
“Don’t just stay all the way down,” John said and showed her how he liked his blowjobs. He grabbed her by the back of the head and made her move. Tiny bobs, circular movements, changing the angle, all of the tiny things she could do to keep motion in the moment. “That’s it,” he moaned and let go after she got a grasp on the techniques. After a full three minutes had passed, Nightingale finally slid up again, to catch her breath.
Taxed breathing betrayed her own arousal. Nightingale was blinking rapidly and shifted where she sat. By a twist of fate, she had ended up with the Possessed pillow between her thighs, so John was in the splash zone of her lower half. The view of her round ass and twitching cunt was incredible.
“If you want to get me off, you have to put more work into it,” John told her, when waiting in her mouth became too dangerous. He took the initiative from her and pulled her back down. This time, he didn’t give it back. The hand on her head dictated the tempo, as she slid up and down his length, his manhood repeatedly penetrating her sensitive throat. Asserting his control made the harpy scream around his cock.
The bliss twisted her expression. As he had wished to see from the start, he saw her eyes roll up behind her fluttering lids. The lewd grin broke the tight seal, but her tongue and oral fuckhole compensated that wonderfully. Harder and faster, he directed her to suck him inside, until her long, purplish black hair waved with the intensity of the motions. Her plumage stood on end, quivering just as the rest of her body did.
A last time, John hit the back of her throat. Like a jolt of electricity hitting her, the contact made her jump and set off a series of shaking spasms. Screaming, her first and laudable instinct was to push herself all the way down. Around the head of his cock, he felt the constrictions of her throat, enticing him to let her.
Other plans had been made and John kept his dominant status in the situation, pushing her up until only the head of his cock was still inside her. The moment he was there, he finally let go, and immediately unloaded. Spurt after spurt, a massive batch of baby batter was released on Nightingale’s tongue.
Although it flooded her with fresh pleasure, the enhanced taste of the orgasm-inducing seed made her eyes snap back into focus. Surprise overtook her, set free adrenaline, let her realize what was happening, and bask in the moment. When her cheeks started to bulge from the heaviness of the load, she gulped it down. No issue, the secretion of her mouth had given her ample practice already. A second time she gulped, when she had to. Down below, the pillow was getting soaked with gushes of pussy juice.
John let out a long breath when the tightening of his balls weakened. “Good girl,” he sighed and slowly pushed her off his cock. There was no pop, she had needed to loosen her lips to keep as much of his cum inside her mouth as possible. Against the purple of the inside of her mouth, the white stood out especially strong. “Very good girl. Swallow.”
Obediently, Nightingale closed her mouth and gulped a third time. When she opened her mouth again, it was accompanied by a scream. Following the order renewed an orgasm that was far from truly over.
Spontaneously, John threw himself at Nightingale and hugged her tightly. Showering her neck in lovebites, grabbing her ass, feeling her breasts against his chest, smelling her aroma, he absorbed all of the sensations he could while the moment lasted. For the first time, she responded to his embrace in kind. Soft feathers whispered over his skin. Like a warm blanket, they surrounded him. Beyond the confines of their material presence, they expanded, until all of him was enveloped.
A calm came over him as the wings of the night goddess became the only thing he could feel beyond her slender hourglass curves. Quivers of bliss came to an end. He inched up to her face. Side by side they laid. It didn’t matter that her features were messy. When she smiled, his heart skipped a beat. One of her thighs brushed over his.
“A more prolonged engagement than I anticipated,” she whispered, her voice clear now.
“Yeah… we still have three hours though.” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “We can keep going within the lines already crossed. We can talk. We can go downstairs. It is your call.”
“I wish to clean myself,” she responded, “and I wish for you to accompany me into the bath. What else I desire, you will see inside.”
That was among the greatest offers John had ever gotten.
