Nightingale climbed off the hill of pillows she had rested on and knelt down where John had been when eating her out. As she spoke, some of the gooey liquid that stretched between her teeth dribbled down her black lips. “The most successful of the early harpies endeared themselves beyond their voices by offering services to the men they otherwise rarely got and to the human women whose household they entered by showcasing their secondary position through...” she cleared her throat again, “...oral favours. That swiftly turned into a selective property of reproduction.”


    Rather than explain in every detail what exactly that entailed, Nightingale opened wide. John gazed into the mouth of the harpy, so intrigued that he summoned the Companion Cube to give him a little more light. The teeth at the back were as flawless as those revealed when she smiled. Her gums and the insides of her cheeks were of a purple colour. Clear, the slimy liquid dripped from every bit of her mouth and teeth. John leaned in a bit closer and caught the twitches at the back of her throat. Immediately, he realized that he was looking at the same folded tissue usually only found downstairs.


    Although he was familiar with exceptions already, all of those had been the process of pure magic. In this case he was looking at magical evolution. Even with the supernatural involved, the fact that a species had evolved to have sexual tissue in their throat was ludicrous. Absolutely ludicrous and indescribably hot.


    Overtly, to give her a chance to pull back, John extended a hand. She let him push two fingers into her mouth and even leaned forward to let him get deeper. The tips of her wings quivered and she moaned when he came in contact with the back of her mouth. Touch confirmed what sight indicated, the quivering flesh felt exactly like the insides of her pussy. On his way out, he took hold of her tongue, as best he could with all of that thick liquid around, and pulled it out. Nightingale obliged. Her tongue was pointier than he had thought, befitting of a bird admittedly, and kept extending until it went well past her chin.


    It was John’s turn to gulp as he pulled his hand back and beheld the greatly depraved sight of an incredibly turned-on night goddess staring up at him, expression lewd, dextrous tongue extended. The thick fluid still dripped from her mouth and chin. Licking what was on his hand, John tasted sweetened lavender and the cold, crisp air of a chill night. It was a variety of pussy juice, produced instead of saliva.


    In absolute awe at the beauty of monster girls, John watched Nightingale pull her tongue back in. The phlegmy tone of her voice instantly lost what problem he had with it, now that he knew its origins. “To be successful, civilized harpies were required to be charming and content as part of harems. Most successful were those who could entice with attributes beyond beauty. My ancestors were incredibly successful.” She leaned towards his twitching cock. The constant erection he had for the past twenty minutes was starting to be uncomfortable. “We struck an accord, my suitor. One of my virginities. Would my mouth satisfy?”


    “The spirit of the agreement was- you know what, never mind,” the Gamer interrupted himself. “If you think you can work with my size.”


    “Do not worry,” she said and leaned in. In a breathy tone, whose every syllable brushed over the underside of his cock, she added, “I have experience with your size.”


    ‘I’ll sit Scarlett down on a Sybian and fuck her ass until she passes out when I next get the chance,’ John thought.


    Had he not known it was a fact, he would have found the assertion that Nightingale had never done as much as lick a cock before preposterous. With a confident eagerness that could only be born of a mixture of animal instinct, practice, and extreme motivation, she wrapped her tongue around the base of his cock. As the coil sat around the shaft, the middle of the dextrous, slimy muscle pushed against the underside, and gradually she slipped upwards. A stream of precum was pushed out, staining her face as she made her way to the tip. Something like a grin appeared on her parted, black lips.


    John had to hold on for dear life not to cum immediately. Even her wings lent themselves to being a premiere cocksucker. Folded, they made her body naturally assume the same posture regular humanoids took when folding their hands behind their back. Her chest was already covered in drops of her mouth juices. With every fibre of his being, John believed that men would have taken women like this if they were a 3 out of 10. He was boundlessly blessed by this modern and divine harpy being an absolute 10. One that moaned intensely when she had slid up enough that his precum was dripping on her tongue.


    A last time, John hit the back of her throat. Like a jolt of electricity hitting her, the contact made her jump and set off a series of shaking spasms. Screaming, her first and laudable instinct was to push herself all the way down. Around the head of his cock, he felt the constrictions of her throat, enticing him to let her.


    Other plans had been made and John kept his dominant status in the situation, pushing her up until only the head of his cock was still inside her. The moment he was there, he finally let go, and immediately unloaded. Spurt after spurt, a massive batch of baby batter was released on Nightingale’s tongue.


    Although it flooded her with fresh pleasure, the enhanced taste of the orgasm-inducing seed made her eyes snap back into focus. Surprise overtook her, set free adrenaline, let her realize what was happening, and bask in the moment. When her cheeks started to bulge from the heaviness of the load, she gulped it down. No issue, the secretion of her mouth had given her ample practice already. A second time she gulped, when she had to. Down below, the pillow was getting soaked with gushes of pussy juice.


    John let out a long breath when the tightening of his balls weakened. “Good girl,” he sighed and slowly pushed her off his cock. There was no pop, she had needed to loosen her lips to keep as much of his cum inside her mouth as possible. Against the purple of the inside of her mouth, the white stood out especially strong. “Very good girl. Swallow.”


    Obediently, Nightingale closed her mouth and gulped a third time. When she opened her mouth again, it was accompanied by a scream. Following the order renewed an orgasm that was far from truly over.


    Spontaneously, John threw himself at Nightingale and hugged her tightly. Showering her neck in lovebites, grabbing her ass, feeling her breasts against his chest, smelling her aroma, he absorbed all of the sensations he could while the moment lasted. For the first time, she responded to his embrace in kind. Soft feathers whispered over his skin. Like a warm blanket, they surrounded him. Beyond the confines of their material presence, they expanded, until all of him was enveloped.


    A calm came over him as the wings of the night goddess became the only thing he could feel beyond her slender hourglass curves. Quivers of bliss came to an end. He inched up to her face. Side by side they laid. It didn’t matter that her features were messy. When she smiled, his heart skipped a beat. One of her thighs brushed over his.


    “A more prolonged engagement than I anticipated,” she whispered, her voice clear now.


    “Yeah... we still have three hours though.” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “We can keep going within the lines already crossed. We can talk. We can go downstairs. It is your call.”


    “I wish to clean myself,” she responded, “and I wish for you to accompany me into the bath. What else I desire, you will see inside.”


    That was among the greatest offers John had ever gotten.