Chapter 12

I felt feathers dancing across my skin as someone bounced on my cock, sliding the walls of her tight pussy up and down its length.

“Mmm ... Good morning Lazuli...” I said, eyes still closed as I reached up for her hips.

“Ha. Nope.” It was Cleesoar’s voice that responded. I opened my eyes to see the harpy riding me with enthusiasm, her feathered wings spread wide behind her. The power from yesterday was gone, her wings were now just regular feathers again. “Don’t give Lazy little Lazuli my credit. I’ve been bouncing on this thing for an hour, waiting for you to wake up.”

“An hour?” I blinked sleepily, realizing I was indeed deep inside Cleesoar’s pussy. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“And miss out on riding this magical cock while you slept?” She laughed, her hips undulating in a circular motion that made us both moan. “It just stays hard forever, doesn’t it?” She leaned forward, her breasts swinging near my face. “I passed out last night with your cock still hard in my mouth. I just couldn’t make it soft, even after making you cum three times. When I woke up, here it was, ready to go still.”

I glanced around and saw Seraphine and Lazuli weren’t with us, the blankets from last night gone as well, except for the one underneath me. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows of the church, casting colored patterns across Cleesoar’s blue skin as she continued to ride me.

“Where did...” I began to ask.

“They went outside to piss,” she explained, reaching down to rub her clit as she bounced on my cock. “And when they came back and saw me using you, they decided to give us privacy.” She smirked. “Lazuli’s cheeks turned the same color as her wings. Seraphine just rolled her eyes and said to ‘let the horny bird get it out of her system.’”

“Well, she’s not wrong,” I said, my hands moving to her hips to guide her movements. “You’ve been relentless since we met.”

“And you love it,” she countered, grinding down particularly hard to emphasize her point. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this morning ride.”

“I never said I wasn’t.” I thrust up to meet her downward movement, making us both gasp. “Just surprised to wake up to it.”

“I was in a hurry for my permanent upgrade.” She increased her pace, her pussy clenching around me rhythmically. “And now that my wings are back to normal, I need this final dose of your magic cum inside me.”

I groaned as she began to ride me with more urgency, her wings flapping slightly for balance as she used her impressive thigh muscles to lift and lower herself on my cock. The sight of her above me, with sunlight filtering through her feathers and her breasts bouncing with each movement, was incredibly arousing.

“Fuck, you’re hot when you’re desperate,” I said, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts.

“I’m always hot,” she replied confidently, leaning into my touch. “But being desperate for your cum does add a certain ... intensity.”

I could feel my orgasm building, the familiar pressure in my balls signaling I was close. Cleesoar seemed to sense it too, as she increased her pace even more, her pussy gripping me tightly with each downward thrust.

“Inside me,” she demanded, her eyes locking with mine. “I want to feel it fill me up, changing me from the inside out.”

Her words pushed me over the edge, and with a deep groan, I came hard inside her, my cock pulsing as jet after jet of magical cum flooded her waiting pussy. Cleesoar threw her head back with a cry of triumph, her wings spreading fully as she accepted my cum into her womb. The transformation began immediately, a brilliant white light emanating from her wings as they once again transformed from soft feathers to metallic blades.

“Yes!” She exclaimed, continuing to ride me through my orgasm, her metallic wings now catching the morning sun and reflecting it in dazzling patterns across the stone walls of the church. “It’s working! I can feel it!”

I watched in fascination as the transformation completed, her wings fully changed back to the enhanced state from yesterday, sharp and gleaming dangerously. But she didn’t stop moving, her pussy still gripping my cock as she continued to ride me, clearly seeking her own pleasure now that the transformation was secure.

“My turn to cum,” she announced breathlessly, one hand moving between her legs to stimulate her clit as she bounced on my still-hard cock. “And I want to do it with these perfect metal wings!”

I groaned as her inner walls tightened around me, her pace becoming almost frantic as she chased her release. The sight of this beautiful harpy, her body glistening with sweat and her wings gleaming like polished steel as she used me for her pleasure, was incredibly arousing despite having just finished cumming.

When she finally came, it was with a scream that echoed through the abandoned church, her body shuddering as her pussy contracted around my cock. Her wings snapped wide, the metallic feathers catching the sunlight in a display that would have been blinding if not so beautiful. She sat on my cock and looked down at me with a satisfied grin, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

“Definitely worth the wait,” she said, slowly lifting herself off me. My cum immediately began to leak from her pussy, running down her thighs in thick white streams. “I’m permanent now, aren’t I? These wings aren’t going to disappear on me again?”

I nodded, watching as she flexed her metallic wings experimentally.

“They should be yours forever now,” I confirmed. “No more 24-hour limit.”

She did a little spin in place, her wings cutting through the air with a soft whistling sound.

“Perfect,” she declared, looking extremely pleased with herself. “Now don’t think I’m just going to run off and abandon this little adventuring party. After we find your friends, I plan to keep my word and help the harpies move to your new home.” She folded her wings neatly behind her. “Imagine that, the Lusty Harpy in a new location, with me as the star attraction. I’ll be able to charge whatever I want for a ride on these wings.”

“Speaking of my friends,” I said, beginning to gather my clothes from where they had dried overnight. “We should catch up to Seraphine and Lazuli and get back on the road. We’ve lost enough time already.”

Cleesoar dressed herself in the blue dress she had worn yesterday, now completely dry after being left out overnight. The garment hugged her curves in a way that suggested it had been tailored to show off her figure rather than provide comfort or practicality, the neckline plunging just enough to draw attention to her subtle breasts.

Once we were both dressed, we made our way outside to find Seraphine and Lazuli waiting by the wagon. They had already prepared the horses and loaded our supplies, looking impatient to be on our way.

“About time,” Seraphine called as we approached. “We’ve been waiting for you two to finish your morning romp. I’m assuming her wings are permanent now?” She nodded toward Cleesoar’s metallic feathers.

“Permanent and perfect.” Cleesoar grinned, giving a little flex of her wings that made them shimmer. “Ready to cut through anything that gets in my way.”

“Great,” Seraphine said, hopping up onto the driver’s bench. “Then let’s move. We’ve wasted enough time here.”

I climbed up next to her as Lazuli and Cleesoar took to the skies once more, the pink and metallic wings creating an interesting contrast against the morning blue sky. Seraphine urged the horses forward, and we continued our journey westward in search of Kira and Sinthia.

The terrain grew more rugged as we traveled, the road becoming less defined and the landscape more mountainous. By midday, we were following a narrow path that wound through rocky hills, with sheer cliffs rising to one side and dropping away on the other. It was slow going with the wagon, forcing us to slow down frequently to navigate particularly tricky sections.

“Are we even going the right way?” Seraphine asked as she guided the horses around a large boulder. “This doesn’t look like territory travelers would usually pass through.”

“Cleesoar seemed confident the other day that this was the direction Kira and Sinthia had taken,” I said, shading my eyes as I looked ahead. “Though it’s hard to say for certain.”

“We see something!” Lazuli called from above, swooping down to fly alongside the wagon. “A settlement of some kind, up ahead and around the next bend. We could see stone buildings from above and smoke rising.”

“Finally,” Seraphine sighed with relief. “Maybe someone there can tell us if they’ve seen a goblin and a mermaid passing through.”

“That might be where our goblin and mermaid are now,” I suggested. “We should approach carefully, just in case.”

The settlement came into view as we rounded the bend in the road, and it was immediately clear that this was an ogre village by the crude construction of a surrounding palisade, similar to the ones back at the coastal village, but instead of being built with wood from the forest, they were all made of the same stone that dominated the landscape.

“Ogres this far west?” Cleesoar frowned as she flew beside the wagon. “That’s unusual. They tend to stick to coastal regions and forests where they can find easy food sources. This isn’t their normal territory.”

We slowed as we approached, the large gates of the village coming into view, and they were left open. The massive doors stood wide as if waiting for us to enter. There were no guards visible, which was strange for an ogre settlement, where security was usually taken seriously given their strength and the value of their belongings.

“This doesn’t feel right.” I said as Seraphine brought the wagon to a stop before we drew close to the gates. “Why would they leave their gates open?”

Cleesoar and Lazuli were now standing beside the wagon, all of us staring at the open entrance to the settlement. There were no sounds coming from within, no movement visible, just an eerie silence that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

“Well?” Seraphine looked at Cleesoar. “Fly over and see what’s going on in there.”

“What? Me?” She huffed, shaking her wings. “You aren’t paying me enough to fly over a Ogre camp, they’d shoot me down in an instant ... Actually you aren’t paying me at all, so no.” She crossed her arms and looked away.

“I can do it...” Lazuli said nervously. “I’m small and fast.”

“You’d still die trying,” Cleesoar said, turning to look at the little succubus. “Ogres have big eyes. They see flying bugs like you right away and have so much draw on their bows, their arrows fly faster than you ever could.” She sighed, glancing back at the open gates.

“I guess we all roll in together then,” I said, not wanting to force either of the flyers to take the risk. “If we move carefully, we might be able to see what’s happened without drawing attention.”

“Okay ... Here we go,” Seraphine said, guiding the wagon slowly toward the open gates as the two with wings climbed into the back of the wagon.

As we entered, we immediately saw an ogre woman. She was naked, with long black hair that fell past her shoulders, her green skin glistening with sweat in the sunlight. She was thinner than the ogre women I was used to seeing at the coastal village, her ribs showing against her skin in a way that suggested she hadn’t eaten properly in some time. She had large breasts hanging from her chest as she knelt on the ground, her fingers rubbing frantically at her pussy as she stared blankly at the sky. She paid no attention to us as we approached, her entire focus on her desperate masturbation.

We all watched in stunned silence as the ogre woman brought herself to climax with a loud moan, her body convulsing as she came, her juices pooling on the ground beneath her. But she didn’t stop, even after her orgasm passed, continuing to touch herself with the same desperate intensity.

“Uh, what the fuck?” Seraphine whispered, her tails bristling behind her. “Is she ... insane?”

“I’m not sure.” I said quietly, trying to make sense of the scene. “But she doesn’t look well.”

“Maybe we just ignore her?” Cleesoar suggested. “I’m not getting anywhere near an ogre who’s lost her mind.”

I agreed and urged Seraphine to continue forward, moving past the masturbating ogre who didn’t even glance our way. As we ventured deeper into the settlement, the scene became more bizarre. We saw two more female ogres, both just as thin as the first, both naked and masturbating. One was sprawled across a stone bench, her fingers pumping into her pussy while her other hand squeezed her breast. The other was pressed against the wall of a stone building, her face rubbing against the rough surface as she humped her hand desperately. None of them acknowledged our presence.

“This is getting creepier by the minute.” Lazuli whispered, her pink wings wrapping around herself.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen anything like this,” Cleesoar added, her own wings shifting nervously behind her.

“Look, that’s where the smoke is coming from,” Seraphine pointed to a large building at the center of the village, smoke still rising from its chimney.

Seraphine guided the wagon toward the central building, which appeared to be a kind of meeting hall or chieftain’s residence. The door was slightly ajar, the hinges damaged as if it had been forced open violently. We stopped the wagon and dismounted, approaching the entrance cautiously.

At the top of the stairs was another ogre, though this one was different. She was lying on her back, staring at the sky, her legs spread wide as she plunged a large wooden object that looked like a carved phallus into her pussy with one hand. Her other hand was rubbing her clit furiously. The difference was she appeared to be younger than the last three, her body more filled out but still showing signs of malnutrition.

“Is that ... a child?” Lazuli asked, her eyes wide with concern.

“Depends how you look at it, Pinkie,” Seraphine replied softly. “Ogre’s reach physical maturity much earlier than other species. It only takes them about six months to be a fully grown adult. So she could be near a year old, but as far as ogres go, that’s like being in your early twenties.” She grimaced as she looked at the scene. “Still, it’s disturbing to see someone so young, of any species, doing this.”

The young ogre came as we watched, her body arching off the ground, a scream of pleasure escaping her lips that sounded much too innocent for the act she was performing. Like the others, she didn’t stop after her orgasm, continuing to fuck herself with the wooden phallus. She even started laughing, a giggle at first, then a louder laughter that seemed to be coming from pure delight. I couldn’t help but notice her eyes though. They were rolled back into her head, not a single part of her aware that we were standing mere feet away as she continued to use herself like a toy.