Exotica~ ::::: hallucinate x Nerdfuck

[nerdfuck]

It was the season to find men and lay eggs. It was the season that all well-tempered and loving harpies became well.... not so loving and not so well tempered. As was the case with Ase (AH-she). Ase-- whose season had hit her so hard that her mistress could scarcely open the door fast enough to send the beautiful beast out into the wilderness to find her own kind.

She hoped she would return. Hoped. All she could do was hope. Her Ase was beautiful and rare and perfect. And unfortunately, perfection did not last long in this world.

Ase had found nesting grounds by the cliffs and made herself a nest as they were meant to do-- she had found her own kind. And she had quickly made a name for herself as the HHIC. (Head Harpy in charge LOL) Her breasts were the largest and most succulent-- she was most confident. And to complete the well-rounded perfection that was Ase, the harpy carried the beautiful leucitic trait that gave her a silver coloration, where she should have been brown. She was fabulous. Just fabulous. Well kept, exotic, and just swelling to be bred.

She even had a nest.

Of course, a beautiful leucitic harpy did draw attention. Sometimes the wrong attention. Opportunistic hunters had made their way to the cliffs of Solitude, causing a ruckus among the already agitated harpies.. One by one, Ase had watched the hunters snag a harpy who wasn't her and one for one she watched the hunter's give up on capturing her and just take the unostentatious harpy they had managed to catch as a consolation prize. Literally, one by one. she watched from her rocks. She had no attachment to this flock. No flock could replace her mistress at home. It was almost funny, the look of disappointment on the hunter's faces when they realized they would be bringing home a normal. And in the meantime, her pile of bodies in the nest was rising. Although she had no eggs--- she had plenty of men to feast on. Delicious, muscular men who just melted in her mouth... she loved it.

So when she witnessed one such hunter trying his luck with a snare at the bottom of her tall cliff, Ase had to tilt her head in curiousity with a small noise of confusion. Did he think.... she did not see him? Her long, silver hair shifted with the tilt of her head, bouncing against her breasts as she adjusted over the edge of her nest to get a better look. Yes, there he was. In the middle of the day. Setting a snare up on the ground right in front of her. It was an interesting tactic, that she was certain. Her massive silver wings shifted out to stretch as she considered taking him back to her nest with a chuckle.

But a net flying at her from behind her caught her by surprise and brought her to scream out from within the tightening net. Her wings struggled to flap and get away, breasts bouncing freely in the chaos. And from within the net, Ase turned to get a look at her captor. A dirty hunter who had gone through the trouble of climbing all the way up her cliff. Who had risked starting rock slide just to wait for an opportune moment where she was distracted. Her dark silvery eyes grew wide in horror as the realization dawned on her.

She would not be returning home to her mistress. And also, he was going to eat her men.

(( priorities lmao ))

 

[hades.]

nerdfuck The Hunter of Solitude was a solitary man. A man at first glance was appearing as a championed companion or a glorious gladiator the way he entered from the shadows of the forest. He had no scent other than nature and animal musk. His hair was dead, black dreadlocked back into a ponytail at his crown. A long coarse beard forked at his chin with two thick braids laid over peaks of mountainous pectoral muscles. His biceps were nearing the size of the harpies head, his forearms the size of her shins.

A long, thick, nasty scar carved down one of his ominous orbs that reflected the monochrome skies surrounding overhead to swallow down the blue of a bright afternoon. Everything stood in the woe of the wide-body beast of a man, a human near representation of an orc if it weren't for muddy white skin and lack of tusks. He filed down by a strictly carnivorous diet that bloated his body in muscle mass. Size fourteen boots grained grassy ground, broke boulders as he neared the cliffside nest. One could assume the words of the man echoed off the mountain -- Fee-fi-fo-fum -- but out tolled a scarier tone:

"Your life isn't yours anymore, Harpy. Heh. Heh. Heh. " Bass and baritone played the strings of thick rhotic rattles and hymned hums.​

nerdfuckDirty, untrimmed nails scratched flesh as he clutched the entwined cage of rope that rigged the rumptious, boobitious broad. His nostrils flared, his breath like a gust of wind as he huffed and puffed. Still worn from hiking up the treacherous terrain of crumbling rock and cliff for a rare trophy. It was his specialty, the only thing he lived for, the only thing he did. He hunted myths, legends, and the most prized game. And she was a golden goose, a prize rich in alchemical feathers, a source of eggs, and a tempting, fuckable, fucktoy. A sexual, subjective slave that sent his sex to shudder beneath bear hide that wrapped around him like a kilt. Held together by an armored belt, a tactical assortment of hunting tools.

nerdfuck After admiring his new prize, he gave a gracious kick of ground towards her to exemplify her new worth to him. She wasn't anything special; a sorrowing soul now notched on his belt. That's how he left her when he turned to take her man-meat she was cheerfully collecting. The best part of cannibalization is that humans rarely carried harmful diseases, and the hunter was a man who enjoyed raw ribeye, but most animals were required to heat the meat. But not human, as he chewed on a piece of muscle. Blood bruising, plump cracked lips.

nerdfuck The Hunter stood now at the edge of the cliff, admiring the storm settling as dark grey clouds cried over the captured creature. He was laughing at the man he hired for five gold to set the sneaky trap below. Victory felt great, as great as the yellow waterfall of self-release off the side of her cliff. Counting the time it would hit the ground below as he swayed and sprayed, whistling a Disney-like tune of triumph masked in terror.​

 

[nerdfuck]

|| I was not expecting him to actually eat them lmao ||

Your life is not yours anymore....

Those words did not quite ring in her head as being concise. No-- she was precious. Her brave human had told her as much while she would brush out her beautiful hair and feathers after a bath. But now she was in a net, captured in her own nest. Her safe space. And this hunter was celebrating his conquest by releasing himself off the side of her cliff and to the world below. It destroyed the scent of it that she loved so much-- it made it smell like him and it was disgusting.

The noise that broke out within that net was akin to a coyote breaking into a hen house. Feathers flew everywhere as Ase struggled to free herself but only found herself to be constricted by the rope more.

When she had accepted her fate and grown seemingly silent, the harpy peered through the rope perfectly at him with those stunningly silver eyes.... and she cracked a dangerous smile before making a humble request.

"Put your hand in the net..." She requested with a subtle shift of her wings. "You have outwitted me, human. But surely we can work out a deal. Just, put your hand in the net while I think about it.... I won't bite." It was only breeding season in the middle of winter apparently. She wasn't even aggressive. He'd be fine.

 

[hades.]

nerdfuck Her words were wind chimes, crawling up his spine to earworm inside. The Hunter was far from a genius. However, he was too foolhardy to fall for such tricks from being gullible. He knew she probably would bite him, but it hadn't stopped him from the thought of letting her latch down on his hand. It may have rattled others in the past, but the hunting gargantuan was a man who caught slaughterfish with bare hands regularly through the week. A simple hunt of cutting the tip of his finger and swirling it around in the water for them to foolishly come and taste, watching in glee when crooked cresting of fins a-coming, as they bite down the skewer of their demise.

nerdfuckThese stories showed the scars of his hands, wrist, and forearms. Being bitten was all just part of the hunt, and he would have been lying to say he didn't enjoy it at times. Almost as much as shoving a fist in between the ropes to pop her in her mouth, which had also crossed his mind. A way of letting her know her worth and that he does bite-- Hard.

But no. ​

nerdfuckInstead, two large trees called arms folded behind the man-beast as he walked around the net. He was gazing at her, studying her, allowing the adrenaline of the hunt to settle. She would not best him with words, returning to her lonely chuckles. The Hunter didn't know much about Harpies, other than sexual and alchemical demands. He wondered if her sassy attitude was from breeding; had that been why so many men laid dead around him? He had to be specific in his search for these answers. A hand grabbed hold of the net, jerking on it to the side to bring the prey down to kneel before him. He had applied enough strength, so her struggles were futile, expected. He dropped to a knee to put his hand near her raised bottom; it rested an inch away from her sex. the other hand tugging the net to watch it tighten around her to shape her bottom the patterns of diamonds from the woven web. He could feel the springheat of breeding season beating into the palm of his rough, dry hand. The warmth would explain her feistiness and that look he had thought he had seen in her eyes when they made contact moments prior.

"In heat, I see?" He wasn't trying to be as humiliating as he was confirming aloud. ​

nerdfuckThe hand that cusped her fuming cunt came back before slapping softly against sex and ass. An index and ring finger trickled down her sides before parting them; the middle finger split down her slit to stop upon clitoris. The middle pressed hard against her nub before rolling it around. His boot stepped on the net to keep it tight while another hand slipped in to work her nearest nipple. It would be fun to breed her as her beauty started settling on him. He could smell the rain in the air; it was coming soon.​

 

[nerdfuck]

A soft gasp slipped from between Ase's lips as the burly hunter dropped her to her knees. But that feminine, whiny gasp turned into a dangerous growl as the man seemed to be appraising her before her very eyes. For him to have hunted her so resolutely, it was bizarre to her then that he would look upon her as if he had not yet seen her. But then again, perhaps it was a matter of beholding her true wonder. She was, after all, not like the rest. She was a pampered pet, cared for and tamed. She was better than the rest. So she was, after all, quite a creature to behold.

Her wings flapped furiously, sending silver feathers all about as she tried her best to resist the man's control of her body. But his strength was unrivaled, even by a beast. And her struggle resulted in little more than the expulsion of her strength. His question regarding her season was met with a fiery and dangerous look cast back against him. But his big, warm hand coming to cup her deliciously warm and tender areas, brought the harpie to moan softly aloud as if in response. Yes. The tenderness of her heat could not be ignored. Just like the supple cheeks of her rear and the supple warmth of what she coveted between her legs.

His finger running along that slit and finding her little bundle of nerves that so many men had died toying with, brought her to moan loudly as her wetness increased within her. "Stop." She hissed lowly in a dangerous tone as she looked back at him and her net tightened. "I don't like you." Her wings tried to stretch in the net as she jerked to lunge at him, intent on biting him despite her actual ability to do as much.

"Don't touch me." She snarled as she writhed in that tight net that was putting perfectly shaped diamonds upon her rear end for him. "I have a home. She will give you what you desire if you return me.. I'm special." Her posture straightened proudly at that announcement. Or at least, as much as it could from within the confines of her net..

 

[hades.]

nerdfuck The thought that she didn't like him only aroused him. It was strange for him to have butterflies dancing around in his belly; he could feel his cheeks nearly flush, a warmth growing in his groin as his stomach seemed to sink and tighten behind the armor-plated belt. He knew he was no prince charming, and though those words might have pierced hearts on many other men, it played more like a growling groan of denial.

nerdfuckOne corner of his lips started to crest into his cheek cheshirely, narrowing a mean eye that gleamed just before a wink. As if to dispute those claims as the middle finger slid up between her again before dipping into the little wet well waiting for him, stopping at the first knuckle just below the nail. His fingers were like sausages, each usually the size of thumbs in circumference. The index and ring finger tried to scissors together to pitch against her clit from each side, compressing the little nub together. The motion from his fingers trying to touch with the middle absent inside caused the ring finger to spasm, jolting and jiving uncontrollably from stress strumming his nerves of his wrist. The middle finger drove in and out of the middle knuckle as his wrist soon spawned spasms, but not very torturously teasing the rim with his healthy rough tip, wiggling and moving clockwise before counter-clockwise.

nerdfuckAll while she taunted her tricks; " Heh. Heh. Heh. She is in heat, too, Harpy?" He could talk dirty too, laughing as his middle finger explored her insides a moment longer before impaling inside. He had this bewildered look of curiosity, his tongue dipping out in strategic thought. The nerves in his finger and wrist eased when he mawed her nub like two rough dog paws are digging. It didn't take him too long to find it. The little swollen drug button released a rapid response of ecstasy throughout her sex. He found it. His tip trimmed the muscle's crease, pressing hard against it, mashing the button down as two other tips dug at her pleasure nub. How much will she like him when she cunt drools over diligent digits that dared to try and discover the surrender of her appetites.

And that was just one hand.​

nerdfuck The other hand was more mischievous, less gentle, and unforgiving, pinching hard at her nipple before retracting back to slap her hard against her ass to force her cunt to clamp shut around his fat finger. He felt sloshing, sounds of him fingerfucking her to realms of Oblivion. Again he slapped, before another one striking upwards in an attempt to put her facefirst into the dirt, ass up. He was pummeling her pussy with jabs that hammered away her g spot. He thought he could feel her contracting around his finger, suckling on it, before retrieving it out to cruelly keep her from cumming. His hand left her sex to come up to his nostrils. Her nectar was unique, inviting, and flavorful as he sucked on each one of the three perpetrators.

nerdfuck Then came the sound of his belt hitting the ground. His bearskin kilt sounded like a body hitting the ground, knocked out cold by a club that stood eight inches long, curved slightly, with a near three-inch diameter. And if she were to look back to see, she would see those two hands having to work and polish the weapon that was about to unleash upon her. A dangling drizzle of drool escaped out from the tip of his red swelling dick, salivating like some feral animal wild in sex, ready to fertilize and plant the seeds of cha-ching. His cold silver eyes didn't look merciful either, a mad gaze that foretold her predestined annihilation.​

 

[nerdfuck]

|| Like g** damn marry me Hal. I'm fucking shook. Like I am struggling with my response because no matter what I write it will pale to yours. || This post is shittastic I'm about to burn my laptop what is wrong with me. || My other called to say 'hi' so there's that. || JUST POST WITHOUT ME IT'S FINE. ||

She had told him how special she was, but he hadn't seemed all that interested in hearing it. He had only tightened the rope cage around her as he took his time appraising her through whatever sick checklist he had in his head. Somehow, his true interest in her had gone undissected to the harpy. But when his first fat finger slid inside of her just enough to tantalize her swollen walls there was a flurry of chaos as the harpy thrashed about. Her wings struggled against the restraint of the rope and her body attempted to stand to no avail. She was, unarguably, trapped. By the time her stray feathers fell to the ground he had inserted another invading finger into her body which he would find to be most accommodating. Her state of heat kept her body wet and ready for breeding, and his fingers toying with and exploring her body only made her wetter.

Ase cried out when the hunter began those thunderous thrusts of his hand into her small and voluptuous body. His fingers demanded whatever room they commanded and she was helpless to resist both in body and season. The overwhelming wetness sloshed out at him, for him, and when he kicked her down into a position he found more favorable she conceded with a birdish screech. The side of Ase's face now pressed into the dirt while her beautifully available and fleshy rear end raised up off of the ground for the Hunter's viewing pleasure. And also, his pleasure.

Her deep-throated moans lifted up over the cliffs and drifted off into the sea as he relentlessly pounded his meaty fingers into her wetness. So thick were his fingers that every insertion into her wetness tantalized every delicious bundle of nerve on the way in and out. Her body, against her own will pulsated around his intrusion as she found herself stricken with his forceful pleasure if not just for the time.

"OH fuck!" The harpy cried out in alarm as she felt that quivering start within the warmth of her delicious cave. But that was the point that he simply removed his sinful fingers and left her there. With nothing. Panting on the ground with her own wetness clinging to the back of her thighs. As the harpy caught her breath her head turned to peer back at him with one eye. And.... that was when the deafening sound of his belt hitting the ground resounded in the air. It was... telling of what was to come.

Her large chest still heaved, buoyant breasts dangling down beneath her from within the ropes as she adjusted ever so slightly to get a look at his tool of defilement. Her eyes studied the massive member dribbling in anticipation while she herself still heaved her breath in attempt at a recovery. He planned to breed her, right here on the cliff side. His prize. But perhaps if she could get off of the cliff she could take flight dangerously at the last moment and win her freedom.

It was worth a shot, at the very least. The pulsating in her womanhood now only made her want to breed more now. But not to him. Not like this. He was far too big. And she, far too precious. (duh) A low hiss released from the harpy and she quickly scrambled forward as a last ditch effort to simply drop off the cliffside where a small chance of survival awaited. Possibly. "Release me." She growled lowly as she struggled against the tightness of his net which she pulled towards that precarious drop of death.

|| Take the gun hal just shoot me and do what you want with me ||