20 years ago

Xenia Betterblood was the most common owl harpy. However, harpies with completely natural purple feathers, red eyes and imprudent forms can charm any man. Even her small beak was extremely neat and refined, which only emphasized her elegance. Her feathered tail was even more luxurious than most of those pompous wives and daughters of aristocrats.

Everyone knows that many such beautiful women in Hell earn their bread by giving their bodies to men for money. And the more pretty it is, the more expensive they take. So Xenia, out of hopelessness, began to do such low work. And once she was very lucky – together with the same beauties like her, thanks to Asmodeus, the king of lust himself, who kindly invited them, Xenia got to one major meeting of higher demons held in the palace of the formidable Baal – the king of Goetia, which so successfully grew into a mass meeting by midnight endless booze.

The bird was dressed only in tight short denim shorts and a black thin top. In addition, she was not even wearing any underwear, because of which two nipples shamelessly protruded through the top with tubercles.

At first, she, sitting in the main dining room on a comfortable and expensive chair at a table with a variety of delicious dishes, waited for a long time for someone interested in her services. Looking around at the chaos surrounding her, before her eyes appeared views of a couple of overturned tables, several marquises sleeping under a tablecloth, the prince of Sitri, showing off some cat-woman right in the middle of the hall, bottles and plates scattered here and there, on Count Raum, who insolently robbed the drunken Astaroth, who did not understand anything ... Xenia was like an island of calm in the midst of this quintessence of the costs of life in high society. However, the bird felt someone take its long, thin, clawed fingers on its left shoulder, forcing it to pay attention to it. Looking at the stranger, she saw a facial disc of white feathers, on which was a beaky mouth spread in a drunken smile and two scarlet eyes burning with lust. Then the bird looked at the rest of the body, covered with feathers of a color close to sapphire, but in general they could be characterized as midnight blue. He was a whole meter taller than Xenia thanks to his long legs. It was Prince Stolas himself, son of King Paimon.

— ~Hi pretty girl~. — the prince began kindly. — How are you? — what Xenia did not expect was that this owl would approach her. He is married and he and his wife plan to conceive a child soon. He smelled of booze, and apparently that's why he so successfully forgot about his marital debt, and also walked in a uniform on which a couple of buttons were irretrievably lost, a huge stain of red wine flaunted and his left shoulder was torn.

— Hello. How can I help? — Xenia herself did not understand why she said just that, because the aristocrat turned to her with definitely only one possible request – to fuck her in all the cracks, and then forget about her.

The prince handed Xenia a thick bundle of banknotes. Her eyes shone from such a huge amount. She had never seen so much money in her life.

— Will you come with me? — he suggested.

— Yes, sure. — attracted by the thirst for easy money, the owl followed its master for that night.

Xenia obediently followed him into the remote empty bedroom she had found in the palace. Stolas sat elegantly on a bed in a darkened room, lit only by the light of a couple of candles, looking at Xenia undressing, who did it slowly, only warming up the prince's interest. As soon as she took off her top and showed her elastic chest, which was even larger than that of the prince's wife, he immediately perked up and focused all his attention on her. Pulling off her shorts and exposing her crotch, she approached the prince and sat down on her knees in front of him with her hands clasped in anticipation of his orders, thus showing his superiority both as an aristocrat and as the one who paid her. He began to think about what to do with her.

— Come here. — the owl asked, in response to which she obediently got up from the floor and approached the prince tightly.

He took her by the hips and sat the naked girl on his knees. Stolas, embracing the owl by the waist, began to stroke her vagina, which had not yet had time to get wet, sometimes penetrating her fingers to the inner labia.

— I want you to call me "my lord" tonight. — demanded the prince sternly. - You understood?

— Y-yes, my lord. — her vagina was already starting to get wet from Stolas' gentle actions. His hands had sharp claws, so he needs to be extremely careful and careful not to harm his partner.

He opened her labia and began to stroke the inside, it turned out that the girl's clitoris was between the middle and ring fingers. So he began to stimulate her pussy. The pace was slow but sure. Feeling the start, she relaxed and rested her hands on the prince's shoulders.

— Yes ... Do it, my lord ... ah ... — the girl begged, exhausted from estrus.

— Shut up and don't bother me, bitch! — the prince shouted menacingly, feeling his full power.

Yes, the drunken Stolas was not as pleasant as she had seen him at the beginning of the evening. But now she didn't care. She just needs to allow herself to be fucked so that there are no unpleasant consequences for her in the form of pregnancy, syphilis or death from the customer himself, and in order to receive such money that she does not earn even in a month, or maybe even in six months. She already imagines how after this night she will immediately go on a long-awaited vacation to the Circle of Laziness, and these pleasant thoughts only added fuel to the flame of pleasure.

— From what Asmodeus told me, you don't have any illnesses. — thought the owl. — This makes me happy. — the prince began to feel already painfully strong pressure in his pants and decided to get down to work. — Are you ready?

— Yes… — the whore answered languidly.

Stolas, snapping his fingers, magically moved all his clothes to the cabinet, freeing a large organ, reaching almost thirty centimeters in size, which frightened Xenia a little, since she had never worked with such dimensions. Owl, of course, heard that the higher ones usually have larger organs than the average of ordinary demons, but did not know that it was that much. Swapping places with her so that the owl lay on the bed with her legs spread, and the owl stood hanging over her, the prince entered her, simultaneously grasping her feathered chest with both hands. Ksenia sighed, feeling how such a large organ rested tightly against her uterus.

Then the prince at once recoiled from the girl and left her. Perplexed by such a turn, Xenia took a reclining position in order to more conveniently watch the nervous prince walking around the room. Having walked around the expanses of this bedroom in dismay, the prince sat on the bed, turning away from the bird.

The same, a little while later, moved closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder, forcing the prince to pay attention to her. For Stolas, her face was one of hundreds of the same nameless faces that he sees for the first and last time in his life ... That will appear for a moment and just as instantly disappear. He doesn't even know her name!

But the way that owl closed its eyes and began to gently caress his shoulder reminded him why they were both there.

The prince dragged the girl under the covers and, pressing her to him, practically lay down on her, but still leaned on her legs, so that Xenia was not hard at all. And once again entering her pussy, Stolas began to move slowly, enjoying every moment spent with her. Due to the proportions of the body, the prince could not simultaneously plant her and kiss her in the beak, so Xenia had to rest her head against the fluff of the owl's chest and only moan softly. Their feathers and bodies rubbed against each other. On the face of the prostitute there was an expression of peace, comfort and, to some extent, happiness, while the face of the aristocrat expressed anger and even some bitterness.

Xenia thought it would be nice to go with him. He seemed quite attractive to her. So what if he already has a wife? Xenia could live in some remote room of the palace with all the amenities. And when Stolas would get bored, lonely or sad, he would come to her and could drown his longing in lust. Such thoughts came to her, until she was attacked by a strange feeling that she had forgotten about something important. And suddenly it dawned on her — they do not use condoms.

— Ah…Eh…Um…Excuse me, my lord? — Xenia wanted to start. —W-we forgot about…

— Shut up. — the prince ordered sternly.

— B-but Prince...

— I said shut up! — the owl shouted and hit the poor girl on the cheek with a flourish, continuing to do what now in form already looked like rape.

The girl screamed out from a strong blow and put her hand to her burning cheek and involuntarily began to cry, either from fright or from pain. In any case, she decided to just lie quietly and not protest, maybe everything will work out, but money is needed. Trying to hold back her tears, she hugged the prince by the waist and buried her face in his fluff.

— Uh… You know… — the drunken prince began his monologue. — …Once I had a dream… I really wanted to find my love… True love… Just like Lucifer's, so that even though five thousand years pass, love grows stronger and stronger… — the prince simultaneously began to move faster and harder. — ... Then Stella seemed quite attractive to me. — Xenia didn't know who Stella was at all, but she assumed that this was the same wife of the prince. — ... I was fascinated by her beautiful body and such bright eyes ... On the wedding night, she was like ... Like a real goddess. It was as if Artemis herself came to me and, incarnated in the form of a demon, gave me the best night of my life ... I even began to think that I fell in love with her ... But ... After that, I realized what her… Uh… — the prince began to get tired of such a pace, although it was not soon before the final. — … What kind of character does she have… It is required of me that I conceive a child with her and create an heir for myself… Damn him… — the prince was indignant. Now he himself did not understand what he was carrying, since the amount of alcohol he had drunk had a great effect on his consciousness.

Then everything happened in silence. Soon Xenia felt that she was about to finish. The bird began to feel heat in the lower abdomen, and the girl's body began to tremble involuntarily. And then – once, and her vagina slightly contracted in a spasm, which the prince also felt, and Xenia, closing her eyes and squeezing her beak, groaned and hugged the prince tightly.

To her surprise, the prince stroked her head a little.

Half an hour later, the prince felt tension at the base of his organ and finally decided to speed up even more, now he just mercilessly pecked the girl, because of which she no longer held back and sometimes even turned to screaming. Another minute and the prince made the last push, filling the girl's uterus with his warm semen.

The exhausted prince lay down on the bed next to the owl and gently hugged her, covering both himself and Xenia with a blanket up to the neck. His face was still the same sullen, but now not so angry.

Nobody should find them here. There was still a couple of days before the end of this celebration, so he still had time before the servants began to clean up the palace. Xenia, looking kindly at the prince, pulled his head closer. Their beaks merged in a kiss, and tongues caressed each other. And now the prince was absolutely indifferent to everything that had happened to him and would happen after that night ...

And at that time, one confident spermatozoon, in the bowels of this purple-feathered girlfriend of Stolas, confidently moved straight to her egg ...

To be continued...