They say the most delicious bread is freshly baked bread.
So I was curious what the inside of a harpy who just laid an egg would taste like. My mouth tasted Lune while below I wanted to plant seeds in Harpy.
Squish.
As expected, not tight. Not even as tight as Harpy Angel, her daughter.
But it warmly heated my genitals inside. Like a mother bird warming her baby bird, even if Harpy didn't shake her hips, she gently stroked my belly with her feathers in very, very leisurely movements.
Squish, squish.
"Haaah...."
Harpy threw her head back and moaned. Due to the male genitals entering before the orgasm from laying the egg had subsided, Harpy reached climax again in succession.
Rustle, rustle.
That sensation was transmitted precisely through the feathers placed on my belly. Harpy's posture seemed about to collapse, and now Lune, who had grown considerably, grabbed Harpy's shoulders.
"I'll help...!"
Lune was busy helping Harpy despite having a tongue thrust into her rear.
