Coexisting with Harpies!
There was a man named Rogel. He was a promising young chef poised to take over his family's modest village restaurant.
"Father! What do you think of this? I whipped up a new menu item!"
He was an incredibly enthusiastic chef, dreaming of surpassing his father and becoming an even greater cook once he inherited the place. Of course, he knew a village restaurant cook wouldn't achieve fame and fortune. Still, he hoped the villagers, travelers, and adventurers who ate his food would feel even a fleeting moment of happiness.
His father, the current restaurant owner, thought his son was reliable and dependable.
But then, a massive turning point shattered Rogel's life.
"Gaaah!"
It was getting kidnapped by harpies.
Rogel had been taking a leisurely stroll around the village outskirts. By sheer bad luck, a harpy who happened to be flying nearby on a whim spotted him and snatched him away. A mere ordinary chef like Rogel stood no chance against a harpy's strength.
"Let go! Let me go! Put me down!"
"Kyahaha! Male! Male! Yummy-looking male!"
"Eek!"
Living near harpy territory, Rogel knew exactly what happened to men they kidnapped. The moment you got taken, you'd be milked dry for eggs, then locked in a room jerking off endlessly, unable to forget that ecstasy. For Rogel, who dreamed of becoming a chef, it was a fate more terrifying than death.
Once they reached the nest, Rogel tried to escape. But the nest was on a sheer cliff—anyone but a harpy jumping off would die on impact. Trapped with no way out...
"Male... Give me eggs!"
"Gaaaaah!!!"
Rogel...
"Guh! Ngh! Hrrghhh!!!"
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
"Nooo! P-Pussy... Feels too good... Harpy pussy... Heh! Ooh! Nghh!"
Just 30 minutes after the harpy pounced, Rogel became her total prisoner. A harpy pussy was evolutionarily optimized for devouring men—its tight, intricate folds clung to his cock like a vice, writhing and milking every drop of semen.
A virgin chef with zero female experience, Rogel couldn't even put up a proper fight. He just kept getting drained relentlessly.
This... is... sex... This... is... pussy...
His mind clouded with pleasure, his shining dreams of cooking dulled and faded under raw lust.
"Ngh... Ooh... Hng..."
"Cum more! Cum! Male! More!"
Two straight hours of nonstop sex. His balls were wrung completely dry, not a drop left. His cock, forced erect by the squeezing pussy, twitched desperately, urethral opening gaping and pulsing for semen that just wasn't there anymore.
He wanted to cum buckets, but the empty pleasure of dry orgasms drove him insane.
No...! Come out! Please... Come on...! If it doesn't... Harpy pussy... Pull it out of my cock...!
The terror of being ravaged by a harpy had vanished. All that remained was the feral urge of a male in heat, craving more harpy sex.
"No more eggs! Bored now!"
"N-No! Don't! Please! Don't throw me away...! No... Hng..."
Now a total captive of harpy pussy, Rogel couldn't bear to leave her side. But bored with him, the harpy dropped him near the village and flew off.
"Nooooooo!!!"
After that, Rogel's life was shrouded in gloomy stagnation.
"Rogel! Come out already! Rogel!"
Bang bang bang. His father's voice pounded on the door.
The restaurant owner had been devastated when he learned his son was harpy-napped, sobbing as he cradled him upon return. But a month later, seeing his boy holed up jerking off endlessly filled him with pity and rage.
He just wanted his son to snap out of it and come outside, even if he had to yell.
But...
"Hah...! Ngh! Harpy...! Harpy pussy...! Please...! Ngh!"
Fap fap fap. Ignoring his father's shouts, Rogel stroked himself, lost in memories of that time. He craved that total-draining ecstasy again. The frustration of empty balls, cock gaping futilely—he yearned to feel it once more.
Then one day...
"Gaaaaah!!!"
"Harpies! Haaaarpies!!!"
Screams erupted outside. Rogel, who hadn't left his room in ages, bolted out at the word "harpy."
"R-Rogel?!"
The restaurant owner, screaming with the others, gaped at his son charging outside.
"Ah! Aah! You're back! To kidnap me again! Please! Please!"
"Kidnap me too!"
"Ravish me! Ravish me more!"
Not just Rogel—other men similarly drained and discarded by harpies poured out, begging the sky to take them again.
At that moment, Rogel's mind went black... then cleared.
"Huh...?"
And in that instant of clarity, his everyday life flipped completely.
"Father! Try this dish! What do you think?"
"Let's see... nom nom. Rogel, you rascal... Your skills have leveled up again! Trying to force your old man into retirement already?"
"Hahaha, no way. Anyway, this one's a success too!"
Rogel returned to his old self—no, even more passionate about researching recipes and running the restaurant. He reconciled with his father, their days filled with laughter once more.
"Father, I'm heading out now."
"Alright, have a good one. Don't overdo it. Dragging your limp ass home is tough on an old guy like me, you know."
"Haha... S-Sorry."
Grinning sheepishly, Rogel left the restaurant. His destination: the village's one and only brothel—the hottest spot around, the Harpy Brothel.
It was hastily built, so the structure was still crude, but plans were underway to hire night district builders for a proper upgrade soon.
"Human! Back again!"
"Welcome! Welcome!"
"Hello! Is, uh, Glowell around?"
"Glowell's here!"
"She's free! You can go lots!"
"Ah! Thank you! H-Here's the fee!"
Rogel paid five Great Dong coins and entered. Harpy rates were just five Great Dong—several times cheaper than human whores. Harpies didn't need much money anyway, and they hunted their own food.
His regular was the harpy who'd first kidnapped him. He'd learned her name was Glowell.
"G-Glowell! I'm here."
"Ah! Rogel! Here to get wrecked again!"
"Ah! Y-You remember my name!"
"See you lots, so now I know!"
Since the brothel opened, Rogel always requested Glowell. Even a harpy with poor memory had learned his name.
"How today? What play?"
Like always, she asked what he wanted. Blushing like a lovestruck youth, Rogel replied,
"F-First, I'll do it... Then when I tire, please wreck me mercilessly, Glowell!"
"Got it! But you know? Work hard!"
"Of course! Oh, I worked hard today and made food too!"
"Good job!"
The brothel's customers were all men once kidnapped by harpies. One taste of that ecstasy again, and they felt liberated from their agonizing hunger. The harpies told them,
"No work proper, no play ever again!"
Those words were a miracle cure for the soulless men. To fuck harpies again, they reclaimed their lost drive for life. At first, it was just for the pussy, but returning to routine let them rediscover everyday joys too. They recovered fast—more vibrant than before.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Hah! Hah! Glowell! Glowell! Hngh! Ngh!"
"Hrng♥ Ahng♥ Human good♥ Shake more♥ Aaahng♥♥"
At the brothel, they felt even greater joy than during their kidnappings. Because the harpies reacted differently now.
Under the queen's orders, harpies spent most brothel earnings on aphrodisiacs. They soaked rods in it daily, fucking their pussies and letting it absorb fully for hypersensitive bliss. Cocks that barely registered during abductions now drove them wild.
A normal person might call it drug-dependent sex and balk. But harpies were monsters—if it felt good, it was good. They embraced the aphrodisiacs eagerly.
"This makes super good feel! Good stuff!"
That was the harpy consensus. Every cock felt like a god-tier dick now, so they moaned sensitively at the slightest touch. That reaction gave men a thrilling sense of superiority—making their superiors feel good.
"Glooooweeeellll!"
Squirt! Squirt! Rogel blasted cum deep inside her.
"Hngh! Ngh! S-So good..."
"Hah♥ Hrng♥ Me too good...♥ Rogel♥"
Creampieing Glowell's pussy was Rogel's peak happiness.
"Can't shake more?"
Already three loads in, Rogel was spent. No matter how he trained his stamina, limits existed.
"S-Sorry..."
"...My turn now♥"
Thud!
"Whoa!"
From missionary full-nelson press, Glowell shoved him down into cowgirl in one move. She gazed down with the predatory hunger she'd shown during his kidnapping.
"Now I move how I want♥"
"A-Aah...! Use me... R-Ravish me as you please, Glowell."
Rogel loved thrusting into her pussy at his pace. But what he craved most was being helpless as she ravaged him.
"Got it♥ I ravish Rogel lots♥"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch!
Glowell fucked mercilessly for her own pleasure alone.
"This makes Rogel cum more!"
She even teased his nipples with her wing feathers.
Swish swish.
"Ooh! Ngh! G-Glooooweeeellll!"
Being ravaged revived kidnapping memories vividly, flooding him with ecstasy. Knowing he existed not to fuck but to be fucked aroused him beyond measure.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
"Ahng♥ Good♥ Cum more♥ Rogel♥"
Body trembling, hips spasming upward to take her deeper—like a bitch in heat spreading wide for more.
"Aaaaaah...!"
Splurt...
Bliss... So blissful...
Drooling and slack-jawed, Rogel endured until playtime ended.
Afterward, he said to Glowell,
"U-Um, Glowell... If it's okay... W-Would you come to our restaurant after? For some food?"
"Yes!"
"R-Really?!"
"But human food! Hard eat! You feed me!"
"O-Of course! I'll make the tastiest dish for your palate!"
Rogel, who would've withered away jerking in isolation, found new joy in life. Thanks to Hypno's hypnosis letting harpies live in the village, he and other kidnapped men discovered happiness anew.