Scarlet Love (commissioned by Maskie)

    The wind whistles through the emerald green leaves of the Enchanted Forest; the silence around the great stone pyramid ruins hidden by the trees broken by the sounds of a man making his way from their depths. He squints as the sun strikes his hazel eyes, the soft wind rustling his dirty brown hair. He examines his find in the sun, the legendary sword ExBastardius. He sits down upon the top of a thousand steps, the dust no matter to his already dirty brown pants.

 

     One would not know it looking at his plain drab patch covered clothes and armor; but this man was once the most famous and renowned adventurer in the outlying kingdom of Horashia; the only human to ever gain the respect of the Elves who ruled the land surrounding the Enchanted Forest. It was for this reason alone he was allowed to venture into this forsaken place; indeed the name was never meant to be whimsical, but a dire warning as those who enter seldom ever return; lost in the twisting spaces of the forest that protects its secrets with greater tenacity than any dragon born of this world. Alone he entered, brave, and full of pride, assuming a few days, a week or two at the tops to locate the pyramid so easily observed at the center of the forest from the great Mirror Tower of the Elven Realm. How wrong he was, he knows not how long it has been specifically; but he knows it has been months at least if not more than a year; hoping he is right; in this place of enchantments and monsters he has had more to worry about than what date it is.

 

  He breaks out laughing, now having found his prize, the very weapon of legend hidden here by the Shadow Sorceress of myth and legend from five thousand years ago, the very same said to have enchanted the forest, warping space and connecting the forest to various hellish domains in various places allowing all manner of horrors to come and go from the forest. He laughs not because he has bested this realm of wooden chaos, no, because even with the prize in hand; he still has to make his way out of the forest. Holding the legendary gleaming blade in hand he imagines that at least now he has a usable weapon; his own sword lying broken in a stream someplace after fending off an armored scolding steam spewing reptilian beast he is not sure there is even a name for.

     

    ******

 

    What a dismal fate for such a mythical blade, to be used to cut undergrowth.

 

   “It would seem the legend that it repels evil spirits, wild beasts, and mystic monsters is true,” thinks the swordsman as he carves his path through the only opponent he has had in days; the undergrowth. Thankfully the forest is full of fruit bearing trees, that are always producing fruit magically; he doesn’t question it.

 

   *Fra-koom!*

 

   An explosion shakes its way through the trees, a red flash of light giving away its source through the woven spaces. He rushes in its direction instinctively, finding something he knows he never came across before, a pool beneath a cliff with a gentle water fall. He jumps back as a flash of red falls into the water before him.

 

   “A….harpy?” he wanders aloud seeing the red feathered creature with the bare face and torso of a human, yet the wings, lower body, and feathers in place of hair of some unknown scarlet red bird.

 

  He looks about the air certain the explosion is what knocked this creature from the sky, yet he sees no signs of any dragons, wyverns, or any of the dozens of fire spewing or partially made of fire abominations he has encountered in this…thinking about it surprisingly still intact and not burned down to the soil…forest. Despite what he had been taught so long ago, that harpies are aggressive, vicious creatures he doesn’t see that right now; he sees a girl about to drown; her wings the only things keeping her tiny body floating; but not for long. He sets ExBastardius down and takes off his heavier armor; the water looks shallow, but this is no forest to judge anything by looks. He wades out into the waist deep water, placing his arms around the harpy.

 

  As he carries the harpy to the shore he does not see its eyes weakly open, catching of glimpse of its rescuer before being forced shut by the sting of the sun and the pain of its fall into the shallow water. He *sighs* as he lays the harpy on its back a short distance from the water’s edge. He looks down at the harpy and *gulps*.

 

   “control yourself,” he tells himself, “you are a hero, an adventurer…okay yeah you haven’t seen a girl in...the goddess only knows how long; but…”

 

  The harpy stirs slightly, stiffly moving its wings to its sides.

 

  “She’s hurt, ” he says aloud, concern clouding his judgment; remembering the explosion and that the harpy fell with such force before.

 

  He leans over the tiny frame, with the wings folded its small, barely half his size if that.

 

 “So beautiful,” he says as his hand touches the scarlet red feathers it has in place of human hair.

 

  “Check for wounds man,” he says aloud, even as his hand moves down the creamy smooth caramel colored skin resting over its small breasts.

 

 

  “Guess a flying monster wouldn’t want big floppy udders producing drag,” he snickers to himself,  a second later glaring at his hand realizing he was starting to tease the nipple as if his hand were some disobedient beast sneaking around behind his back with its own lewd intentions.

 

  “I…I’m checking for injuries, bruising, internal injuries,” he says with a shaking voice as he feels down the harpy’s smooth flat stomach.

 

  He feels the harpy slip on the smooth bank, taking his right hand he tries to gently pull the harpy further from the water, his left hand on the hip. Securing his patient further on the bank, he slips a little in the mud, his left hand slipping across the scarlet red feathers of the harpy’s waist; and his finger into a wet opening.

 

  The harpy’s eyes shoot open; making him jump back.

 

  “Oh shit,” he thinks to himself, “tell me I didn’t just stick my hand where I think I did; vicious monster reputation or not even a gentle Uni-girl would impale my dumb-ass for that.”

 

    He backs up slowly as the harpy sits up, however, its expression and that curious, albeit awkward especially as it has talons for feet position of sitting on its knees with its wings folded in front of it is just too cute for him to resist staring.

 

   *coo…chuu* goes the Harpy, the adorable sound accompanied by a head hilt and what he sees as a kind of disappointed expression.  What happens next makes his jaw drop; for the harpy stands up and gives him the (seductive eyes) while holding the bend of its wing over its mouth, wings left and right, and spins both fast and slow; the harpy dances. With each step and twirl the harpy comes closer.

 

  “Sooo…hooawwwt..” he mutters watching the seductive display, his erection now painfully fighting his codpiece.

 

  He fights with his codpiece to loosen it, not noticing how close the harpy is getting till he feels a warm breeze strike over his face. The harpy has stopped, wings raised high right in front of him, rising up as well what little there is of its petite A-cup breasts. He looks down *gulping* as his eyes wander once more over the up close body of this petite beauty; and up to that adorable face. He can’t take anymore and scoops the harpy up in his arms, the wings coming down to wrap around his shoulders like a warm blanket.

 

   His lips practically engulf those of the harpy. The harpy’s tongue is longer than he would have thought, and considerably more flexible; a playful fight for dominance ensues inside their mouths, driving them both wild. Their mouths part, much to the complaint of the harpy with a *cooo*, followed by a soft *chuuu* as he runs his lips down the petite creature’s neck. As he suckles along the delicate smooth flesh, trying not to let the feathers from the back of its head tickle his nose he steadily lowers them both to the ground. The harpy’s breathing tells him its enjoying having its neck lip massaged; however he is glad he still has some armor on realizing the harpy has sharp claws hidden in those wings gripping his back.

 

  With its back against the grass the harpy releases its hold on his back, moving its wings up over its head along the grass.

 

  “Wow,” he says aloud, the sight like an exotic carpet with a cute girl at its base. His growing member can’t stand anymore. Even as he tries to be romantic, trailing his lips and tongue along the clavicle and down the pancake breasts with their erect nipples, his free hand is moving like a possessed octopus trying to undo all the straps and buckles he has built into his pants, the first time ever since entering this forest regretting trying to protect his manly weak spot so well.

 

   The harpy’s eyes are closes and breathing heavily.

 

  “Who knew harpies had such sensitive tits,” he thinks to himself, looking up from his tender teasing of the tits.

 

  “At last!” his mind screams as his belt comes loose.

 

 However looking back, back away from that petite, human torso towards his pants may have been a mistake; for he is reminded instantly of what he is lying on top of. He *gulps* as he starts to lower his pants, barely getting past the release of his member and halfway down his butt cheeks when his mind plays the scenario of those raptor talons kicking in the throes of orgasm and ripping his ass clean off.

 

    *Chuuuu* goes the harpy in anticipation. He looks back into the wanton eyes of the harpy, a girl’s eyes, a girl’s eyes telling him *I’m all yours big boy, give it to me now, I need it, you big hunk impale me on your man meat*, or at least that’s what plays in his head.

 

   With not a second more of hesitation, with his pants wrapped around his knees, he lunges forward, kissing the harpy full on the mouth, penetrating those lips with his tongue, even as his member penetrates that oddly tight wet slit he had found before. He stops halfway in hitting an unexpected barrier, the harpy’s eyes shoot wide open, and he can feel some very sharp teeth barely touch his tongue. The harpy’s body stiffens up. He freezes up, the teeth pull back after a moment. He starts to pull out slightly, then push back in slowly.

 

  “too earnest,” he thinks, “been so long, of  course such a small woman wouldn’t…”

 

  He slowly pumps his manhood into the small slit, being careful. As he pulls back out on the fourth go, he feels the harpy’s body loosen up, those massive talons wrap around his waist.

 

  “No escape now,” he thinks.

 With his face and chest above the harpy’s face his pumps into the warmth between the harpy’s legs. Its shallow, despite how long it’s been a man never forgets the feeling of a welcoming pussy wrapped around his man meat. This however is a bit different, as he is building up his pace something else weird occurs to him. A tongue like sensation on his dick; like a short tentacle going in the same direction as his dick, yet part of the harpy is halfway wrapped around his dick.

 

  The harpy is *moaning* as he fucks it on the green grass. The harpy’s hips pumping in rhythm with his own, meeting him on each thrusts. He is pulled closer to its body, the talons, now the wings, and whatever that is inside the pussy tightening on his member. Even as he is rising to cumming, he distracts himself to try and last longer, thinking of all those texts he had to read on monsters while training to be an adventurer; and how almost none of them ever had any focus on the structure of anything’s reproductive parts.

 

   However the images of half naked monsters along with what is writhing and *moaning* beneath him doesn’t really help, and before long he shoots his load into the *mewing* scarlet feathered she-creature beneath him. After a moment of post-orgasm bliss he slowly pulls out, a small stream of his own cum following, like white snow against autumn leaves it stands out against the scarlet feathers. He smiles, he knew he was pent up, but damn, he came like a horse. Something else white, and clearly not part of him follows.

 

  The harpy is breathing heavily, making *mewing* and *cooing* sounds, wings lying limp over its head as the man stares at the strange structure that followed his dick out of that shallow pussy. It is about four to five inches long, shaped more like a tongue, white as his cum, and sticking straight up with a slight arching at the tip. Now he knows he doesn’t know much of monster anatomy but…

 

  “the clit,” he says aloud, “duh, that’s what that was, wow…shallow pussy, huge clit…damn heard of oral being important but damn, harpies must be all about…” he remembers that long muscular tongue.

 

  He smiles looking down at the throbbing protrusion and says, “gotta give the ladies what they want,” and takes the entire thing into his mouth.

 

  As he sucks on the slippery white tube, expertly guiding his tongue along the length with his earnest suckling the harpy bucks its hips. It smiles despite the oral manipulations he is performing as the harpy *huffs* in pleasure rocking about and *chu…chuuu…chuuuu!*. He stops…something salty just shot into his mouth.

 

  He sits up, the cute harpy practically glowing in post orgasmic bliss. He moves the salty mass about in his mouth, on his tongue, and spit it out into his hand; it is an odd texture for female ejaculate, and…and…

 

  He looks at the white gluk in his hand and starts to gag; his youth on the farm coming back to him and….(bird…colorful=male….) and the visual remembrance of an ostrich penis…long…white…looks like a long clit or tongue…

 

   Even though its part human and looks for all the world like a woman this…he looks at the harpy his mind slowly accepting reality… “its…its…it’s a guy!:

 

   He gags into the grass, trying to force up as much as he can.

 

  *cooo* the sweet sound, sounds almost curious, filled with concern. He feels the tiny warm body rubbing against his side. He tries not to look, but just one more *chuu* with that soft voice and the feeling of its warm head rubbing against his arm and he can’t help it; he looks down. There, there is this cute petite woman, scarlet red feathers for hair, gorgeous red wings, even with the bird lower body, its sitting against him, resting, he suspects from cumming twice in a row, once with him inside what he now remembers is a cloacae, and again thanks to his mouth.

 

  The harpy rubs its head against his arm and looks up at him with a curious *chuu?*.

 

  The adventurer *shrugs* while saying, “what the hell,” and kisses the harpy gently on the lips, taking her chin in his fingers, the setting sun reflecting off the pool before them.