Unbeknownst to Dink, Akarad suppressed the ancient primal power of his Dragon mating flight. A Harpy swooped past Dink entangled in descent with his temporary lover, scooping the last remaining egg from the air. The nest crashed into the rocks a moment later, shattering in a shower of splinters and debris. It flew away with its prize, cooing gently to the shell.

  Dink paid no attention to the world around him despite their fall, pulling his Harpy lover closer by her slender waist. Wrapping tender thighs around Dink’s hips, she flared vibrant crimson wings to catch a thermal air current, coasting wide into a spiralling ascent. After gaining altitude, she flipped them over in an arching summersault to place Dink on top.

  His manhood stood on proud display, sandwiched between the soft feathered flesh of the Harpy’s thighs. She cooed pleadingly for him to insert the length inside her succulent peach. Dink inhaled deeply, tasting the heady aroma of her arousal. Becoming impatient, the Harpy tucked her tantalising wings close to reach down and grip his throbbing cock, driving them into a spinning nosedive.

  The Harpy’s face with closed eyes contorted in finally realised pleasure, the world a dizzying blur behind her. Dink pressed hungering lips to hers, savouring the sensation of her tongue darting around his. The jagged rocks of the cliffside got worryingly close before the Harpy flared her wings wide to catch the wind. He admired the shape of her captivating breasts beneath him, framed by the picturesque valley landscape flowing past as they coasted along air currents.

  The Harpy glided upside down on her back with practised ease. Dink’s questing tongue travelled the side of her slender neck before playfully nipping the lobe of her ear. She gasped as a shudder ran through her body, making it obvious she didn’t expect to enjoy the sensation.

  The first moon, Lunaris, breached the horizon as the last rays of twilight bathed the landscape in romantic light. Dink deeply thrust forward, taking particular care to offset and raise one side while lowering the other side of his hip. Dink grinned in satisfaction at his trick eliciting a moan of surprise at the unexpected pressure of his pelvis pushing taut against hers. The connection allowed him to stimulate her aroused clitoris the entire motion of his hard cock plunging into her accepting womanhood.

  Sudden trembling throughout the Harpy’s wings interrupted their leisurely glide due to being distracted by the thickness of his cock inching deeper inside her. Dink smirked, the exposed whites of the Harpy’s eyes were clearly visible as they lulled backward into her skull in overwhelming pleasure. Unable to endure the rocking of Dink’s expertly utilised manhood applying internal pressure at the perfect angle in tangent with his smooth pelvis grinding against the outside, the Harpie’s arms seized up.

  Blight, this could end poorly, I better take control before we end up splattered on the rocks!

  Dink reached out to grip her arms by the elbows and flared her wings out wide, holding them locked in place above shoulder height. He didn’t stop the circling of his hips, moving in time to a rhythm only he could hear. The Harpy’s fingers curled into claws, involuntarily resisting the waves of gratifying rapture buffeting her body.

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  Inside Dink’s consciousness, the Succubus Jiltia watched with crossed arms, analysing his performance. Tapping her lip thoughtfully, she bit her fingertip while sliding her other hand down between her thighs, inserting delicate fingers inside her wet womanhood. The hovering demonheart’s pulse quickened in response, pumping its aura wider beyond Dink’s body in the outside world.

  ***

  The effect of the Succubus aura was immediate on the Harpy’s body. She inhaled deeply, arching upward into Dink as her muscles spontaneously contracted.

  “Blight!” Dink cursed as the Harpy’s arm unexpectedly broke free to grip his shoulder. Wings uneven, they began to veer to one side. Gritting his teeth in consternation, Dink quickened his thrusting, prolonging the Harpy’s orgasm. “Ugh! Take my seed, wench!”

  Dink’s face contorted in defiant release, pumping his seed deep inside the Harpy, the walls of her womanhood convulsing against the length of his cock. Pulling his deflating sword from between the Harpy’s feathered thighs, he ruthlessly slapped her cheek.

  “Wake up before we crash. Now’s not the time to be staring into space!” Dink admonished, a rosy handprint appearing on the Harpy’s porcelain features.

  “Cree!” the Harpy screeched, the slap having the desired effect.

  Tucking her wings into a rapid barrel roll, the Harpy switched their positions to her on top. With a powerful beat of her wings, she curved upward with Dink clutched between her legs. Unable to completely recover with his added weight, the Harpy swooped close to an outcropping and released her hold on him.

  Dink rolled over his shoulder and back to his feet in a fluid motion, skittering to a stop. Waving his arms for balance, Dink slid to the edge of the chasm, teetering above a sharp drop. Regaining his footing, he grabbed the waist of his ragged trousers and hiked them back up.

  Leaning forward, he peered down at the distant valley floor covered in piled rocks and scattered greenery. Wart crawled out from among the folds of Dink’s clothing. The small mushroom creature had an accusatory expression on his face while glaring at Dink. Ignoring the disgruntled Myconid, Dink looked back towards the Harpy watching him, an alien expression on her face. Making a decision, the Harpy turned away from him and began to ascend, pretending to forget that he even existed.

  Why is she leaving? Oh, no. Harmon!

  “Ahhhhhh!”

  In response to his thoughts, a scream echoed out. Dink avoided looking up, already knowing what to expect as a gloomy expression clouded his face. Closing his eyes, Dink’s ears involuntarily twitched at Harmon’s plummeting scream that abruptly cut short on the valley floor. Dink reluctantly opened his eyes with a heavy sigh to investigate. Harmon’s broken body lay among the wreckage of the Harpy nest below.

  “Sigh, how could I overlook a Harpy’s tendency to kill their mates out of pure jealousy? They are extremely possessive and monogamous. That doesn’t affect their mate selection, only cementing an unfortunate outcome for their lover. It seems my performance spared me a similar fate,” Dink lamented. He extended a claw and severed a piece of fabric from his tattered pants. Lifting the rag high, he released it upon a strong gust of wind. “Journey well to the other side of death’s sweet embrace, Harmon. Your tragic end was certainly a better one than being skewered by some mindless Goblin.”

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