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Their first kiss had not been what Cyril had expected. Wren had stolen it from him, just like she had stolen his heart. Whether he liked it or not, she was now imprinted to him. Cyril was compelled to make this human woman his. His hormones were running rampant. In harpy culture you were encouraged to pick out a mate as children and start breeding as soon as you both became of age. So, Cyril would be considered a bit too old if he tried to escape and find more of his kind.
Cyril wrapped his wings around Wren tightly, pulling her into another kiss. His mind had gone completely blank, instead filled with only desire for his newly established mate.
'This is a little intense.' Wren thought. While she had been the one to initiate that first kiss, she was still just a human. Wren had dated Anthony for about two weeks before they kissed. But here she was, letting Cyril kiss her after only a few days of meeting him. "Ah." Wren gasped, feeling Cyril's tongue push past her lips. Wren hesitated, flinched even, but soon relaxed and enjoyed his taste.
When Cyril finally broke the kiss, they were both breathless. He raised his wing, gently caressing Wren's cheek with his silky raven feathers. Instinct was telling him to breed his mate.
"Cyril?" Wren seemed unsure. Cyril had gone silent and was just staring at her. "Are you ok-AY!" Wren let out a surprised squeal as the harpy hooked his wings around the back of her legs and lifted her up. She threw her arms around his neck for security as he buried his face into hers. Cyril kissed Wren's neck, sprinkling in some gentle nips.
"You're mine." Cyril whispered into Wren's tender neck.
"Yes..." Wren whimpered. To others, this might seem like she was just going along with what someone else wanted yet again. It had been her who initiated this. For once, Wren was living through the consequences of her own actions. She was both excited and afraid, unsure if she was happy with her decision just yet.
Cyril fell to his knees, gently setting Wren down onto the warm desert sand. The moonlight was bright, making them both glow in its light. He looked over Wren. Fate couldn't have chosen a more beautiful mate for him. He smiled down at her before using the hooks at the end of his wings to tear off his suit's outer jacket. Cyril could have gotten it off in one piece if he had taken his time, but his desires were rushing him.
"N-no!" Wren stopped him. She reached out. "Let me..." She said nervously. Wren unbuttoned the Harpy's shirt for him, letting it slide down his shoulders and off of his wings. She stared for a moment, this being the first time she had seen where his skin ended, and the feathers began. Wren could have spent all night examining how Cyril's body worked.
Wren's attention was brought back to the moment though when she felt Cyril's hooks on her hands. He was so gentle even though the hooks on the wings were sharp. Cyril led her hands down to his belt and looked at her with pleading eyes. "Please?" He whispered.
"I haven't done anything like this before..." Wren whispered back shyly. Her hands trembled. Sure, she had made out with Anthony a few times before but the furthest they had ever gone was some light petting over their clothes.
"Please?" Cyril begged again.
Hesitantly, Wren loosened Cyril's belt for him.
"Go on." His feathers ruffled in excitement.
Wren continued. She bit her lip as she nervously unbuttoned and unzipped Cyril's pants. As soon as she did, Cyril pushed her down into the sand and kissed her. Now that he was free from his clothes, it was if he didn't want to her to see what he was packing. "Ah, Cyril!" Wren gasped between kisses. She could feel his hooks dragging up her thighs. The tips of his feathers trailed on her flesh as well, tickling her. "W..w...wait." Wren whispered.
Cyril didn't stop, too focused on what he was doing. He hiked he dress up, his hooks curling around her panties underneath. Cyril started to gently tug them down her legs.
"Wait!" Wren whined again.
This time Cyril heard her. He sat up and looked down at Wren, feeling a little guilty. His poor mate looked so scared with her shaking legs and soulful eyes. Cyril hung his head low, embarrassed by how far he had taken things. Still, his excitement was now impossible to hide.
Wren had something to say but when Cyril had sat up, she was caught off-guard by what she saw. His erection was long and a little more curved than a human male's. More so, it was a deep purply black with a few small barbs at its base. It throbbed for her, wanting to be buried deep inside her. Wren had never seen anything like it. Sure, she hadn't had sex before, but he had been to health class in school. She knew what dicks were supposed to look like.
"I'm sorry. I'll sto-ah...Wren?" Cyril felt like a monster when Wren looked at him like that. So he was surprised when he felt a gentle hand touched the head of his unusual penis. His breathing became heavy as she gently caressed his length. Wren wasn't sure why she had done it. It was probably a mix of curiosity and her wish to comfort him.
"I um..." Wren ran her fingers down the length. As a result, some precum started to seep from the tip. "I'm just really nervous." Wren admitted.
Cyril leaned in and pressed his forehead against Wren's, staring into her eyes. "I would never do anything to hurt my mate." He whispered to her. Cyril couldn't say that this was love. He hadn't known Wren for that long. Cyril did care about her deeply and since that first kiss, he was lusting for her.
"I...trust you." Wren whispered back. She moved her hand away, instead placing both of them on his shoulders.
The harpy moved to kiss Wren's forehead before proceeding. He gingerly rubbed the head of his penis between her legs. Her stroking had made it slippery with precum. Wren squeezed her legs together at first, her nerves acting up again. "Relax." Cyril reassured, pushing her legs apart again before gently resting his wings on her hips to support himself. He started to push the head in.
"Gah!" Wren let out a loud gasp. Her nails dug into Cyril's back and she whimpered. She knew it was supposed to hurt a little at first, but Cyril was also a different size and shape than a human male. Her body was not intended to be bred by such a creature.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"N-no!" Wren exclaimed. Even though there were tears in her eyes, she still wanted this.
Cyril nodded and pushed further. Once the head was past her threshold the rest of his shaft started to glide right in. "Oh fuck..." Cyril muttered under his breath. Her warmth was consuming him. Cyril kept still for a moment, giving Wren a little bit of time to adjust. It took every last bit of willpower he had to not give in and pound her senselessly.
Wren felt so full with Cyril's bird cock inside her. Her body twitched and trembled, trying to get used to the feeling. A little bit of fresh blood trickled down her leg from the harpy taking her virginity.
"I can't hold back anymore." Cyril mumbled. He slid out of her just a little bit before thrusting back in. "I'm sorry...It just feels too good." Cyril apologized as he kept thrusting. Wren let out a pained cry but didn't stop him. Instead, she squeezed Cyril for comfort as he used her body to pleasure himself.
As Cyril continued, Wren started to realize why his dick was so curved. With every thrust, it was hooking into her G-spot. Every little movement her harpy made caressed and prodded it. Soon the pain was overwhelmed by pleasure. "Cyril!" Wren moaned.
"Wren." Cyril locked lips with his mate once again in order to muffle her moans. He was already getting really close. The barbs towards the base of his length were swelling up.
"Ah-" Wren broke the kiss, able to feel the different. What was happening? "You can't..." She whined, out of breath.
"I can't stop now. I'm going to breed you." Cyril replied between breaths, his speed increasing. The barbs were so swollen now, he couldn't pull out even if he tried.
"But if I get pregnant..."
"Don't worry about that." Cyril insisted. He kept pumping her, his throbbing member reaching deep inside her and pleasing her like no human male ever could.
"But...ah.." Wren couldn't argue. The curved head of his penis was now slamming into that spot, releasing waves of pleasure throughout her body. Cyril thrusted a few more times, shoving his erection right against the opening of Wren's womb before releasing his seed deep inside her. The warm cum hitting against her G-spot triggered an intense orgasm for Wren. "Cyril!" She cried out again as her body convulsed with delight.
Cyril panted, having released years of tension into his mate. The relief was almost as pleasurable as the act itself. After catching most of his breath he dotted Wren's face with kisses. He still couldn't pull out of her due to the swelling, but that would relax in time. For now, they both needed some after care. By now it was well into the night and the sands of the desert had cooled down significantly. Cyril wrapped his wings around Wren to keep her warm with his feathers. "Wren...I..." He looked to her. It seems their mating had taken more out of her than he had thought. Wren was already dosing off in the comfort of his feathered embrace.