“And,” The porter said, breaking the sentence into little bits and pieces so they were easily digestible. “He is nude, because…”

The porter was a tall woman, taller than me, but wore a full coat to cover her extremities. I wondered how dense her muscle mass was as I glanced her over. Something told me that she could break me over her knee.

“Because he was stripped by thieves.” Serene explained, curling her wings in as she technically didn’t present false witness.

“You know we’re not supposed to let non-shians in until dawn, Adequate Climates upon the Arrival of Serene Seasons.” The porter put her head on one side.

“If I may-“ I began.

“You may not.” The porter said, crucifying my request and putting it on display before turning back Serene.

“Sheesh.” Jill mumbled.

“Fellow Sister.” Serene said, calmly, before continuing, “Pleeeaaase?”

The porter put a hand to her mask and rubbed the material as though pinching the bridge of her nose. It looked pointless to me. “Fine.” She added, “But please, endeavor not to startle any other sisters and especially no DAUGHTERS with this… man. You’ll find clothing for him in the donations, I’m sure. And he can stay in our shelter.” She looked to my fiancee and our tagalong, “And what of them.”

“I am a witch.” Mittens said, “And this goblin is my associate.”

“Right.” The Porter said, as though she were momentarily confused, “Of course, Auntie. I didn’t recognize you.”

I turned a sudden stare at Mittens, who didn’t react.

Serene took us into the temple and by byways through its halls beyond the main area of worship. I stumbled a bit, trying to cover myself the whole way. I could have sworn that, after passing some doorway or another, I heard giggles. But I tried to pretend it was the stress getting to me.

“You know fuckin’ everyone, dontcha?” Jill said to Mittens.

“Yes?” Mittens said it like a question, as though this wasn’t the most obvious fact about Burrowsmouth.

“I really wanna get out of this city…” I mumbled.

“Mmm…” Serene muttered, not entirely in disagreement.

Eventually we stood in an anteroom.

It was decorated with wall scrolls depicting the saints. Women of renown doing some miracle or another. I didn’t investigate further. My attention was drawn to the opposite wall from which we’d entered, which had a door to the right, and a large altar in the middle. The altar featured low burning candles with a statue of a beautiful woman wearing a featureless mask. Aude, for sure. I remembered that much, at least.

“I offer sacrament.” Serene said, motioning with a wing to the statue, “You may want to take it.” She added after.

I approached the statue and squinted at it. “Uh… been a while since Auday school…” I muttered. Then I dropped to my knees, in silent prayer.

“I’m certain whatever prayer you say will be adequate for her divine light.”

I heard Jill snickering a little, then getting hit over the head with a wing, then growling, then being yanked back by a paw. I tried to mute all this around me as I thought.

I did hear a voice, somewhere. It sure as hell wasn’t Aude’s. I still wasn’t sure what it was saying, though. I think if I focused hard enough, I could get over the fact that it sounded like a wolf choking on bones while fucking a chicken to hear a word or two. I didn’t focus because I really didn’t want to get over that. But I could if I wanted to!

I clasped my hands, and felt the burning sensation trickle from my chest up to my fingers. A hot fiery pain that attempted to force my palms apart. But for some reason, I felt like doing so would not be a very good idea at this juncture. I held on for dear life as I vaguely tried to recall a prayer.

In my mind, I said, “Uh. Dear Lady of Light… please… guide me? Through the darkness? And uh… if I die before I wake- no, wait. Uh. Health and wealth to my friends…? Uh… blessings upon you. Thanks.”

I let my hands fall as the limp prayer sputtered onto the statue. I didn’t feel any better about it.

“Good job!” Serene said, papping her wings together before placing one of them over my shoulder, “I’m sure it was a very nice prayer. I will take care of you now, my son.” Her business voice was… well, serene. It was a nice change of pace. “You both shall remain here.” She said to Mittens and Jill.

“Ah. Got it. We’ll stay right here.” Jill said.

When Serene turned her back, I saw Jill smile and start making a jerking off motion. I sneered at that and followed Serene into the next room.

I found myself laying on a cool tablet in the ritual room. The smell of incense was intense, and tapestries hung up created a definite air of… ritualness.

It was a small room, with a few drawers featured as furniture to contain the devices of holy rite. The slab was comfortable, surprisingly, and I had at least been given the courtesy of a towel to cover my crotch. This was already better than the torture chamber!

Serene was moving about, taking out tinctures and things. She had apparently already prepared everything she’d need, and was going through them with me like a mom double checking her grocery list.

“These oils are traditional, and will ease the skin around the artifact, allowing for less painful removal.”

“Right.”

“And of course I have an idol of Oltara, who will be the saint watching over this ritual.”

“Okay?”

“And these candles are perfunctory, but I think they smell very nice.”

“Sure.”

This continued for a bit.

After a while more of her milling around, I filled the silence. “I am really sorry about that whole… kidnapping thing, Adequate Climates upon the Arrival of Serene Seasons.”

“I know, Callum.” She said, smiling, “I forgive you, as does the Goddess.”

“Well that’s nice.” There was another pause. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“I wouldn’t mind it.” She responded.

“How’d you end up getting almost-sacrificed? That porter doesn’t look like a pushover…”

“Ah…” Serene said. She was filling some kind of vial with something. The activities she was doing was mildly hampered by a lack of arms, requiring her to use one talon to maneuver objects while using the other to stand, and her wings to keep balance. “It’s… It’s incredibly embarrassing, actually.”

I adjusted my seating, then stood. I walked to the door and said aloud, “Mittens, get her away from the door.”

“If you insist.” Came a muffled voice, then the growling and angry muttering of Jill as she was pulled away from eavesdropping.

I walked back to the tablet and sat down, “I’m all ears. If you don’t mind telling me.”

Serene looked at the door, then at me. She ruffled her feathers a bit, “Well. It’s uhm… I was. Lured in. I left of my own will, that night, and was going to a restaurant. I met… Everwrought there.”

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“Wait.” I put the pieces together, “You… were on a date?” I asked, “With goatee?” I motioned to my face to emphasize my disbelief and that shitty facial hair.

“It was a blind date…” Serene muttered, turning fully to face me, “And then I got tipsy and he offered a ride home and I said- I said yes.”

“A blind date.”

“I-“ Serene cleared her throat, “He was a gentleman… up until tying me to a slab and putting a demonic artifact on me.”

“You went on a blind date.”

“Yes! Shians are not extensively social outside of the temple and I-“ She stopped herself, tapping her wings against her sides, “And-… well. I’m not very… familiar, with that sort of thing. Dates and romance and…”

“Wait, but you said-“

“I was lying.” Serene muttered. “I wanted to… You know. Look tough. Or something…”

“Well I mean-“ I started, “You didn’t… seem like a virgin. Earlier, I mean.”

“Beginners luck…” She sighed, “Harpies don’t really have gag reflexes, Callum, and- And I- It was my first time, and I was just…” She motioned with her feathers, “It felt so good… I didn’t expect THAT to be so enjoyable but it was!” She let out a long sigh of want. Even I was feeling some heat in my cheeks at this point.

“Well…” I said, pacing myself, “I thought it was really good too. If… I know this isn’t the time.” I started, “But if you wanted to… you know… do more. You know-“

“Are you propositioning me? Now?”

“I mean like, next time I’m in town or something!” I sputtered, “I’d hate to leave a friend hanging...”

Serene stared at me, then smiled, “I’m glad you think of us as friends, Callum. I… think of you in the same way.”

She picked up the idol of Oltara and put it away. I watched as she put another idol out, “This is an idol of Lehsda.” She explained, returning to the checklist voice, “Saint of Love, Lust, Sexwork-“

“You have a saint for that?” I asked.

“I told you all this earlier. Honestly. And you say you’ve been to Auday School…”

“Hey, it’s been a while!… So why are you pulling that one out?”

“Well.” She whispered, turning to face me, “I was thinking perhaps if… you were interested… we could do a slightly… different ritual. To remove the necklace…”

There was a blush on what was visible of her cheeks, barely distinct in the candle light.

“… Ah.”

Serene approached me, extending her wings and putting the warm feathers on my fore arms, “To quote the Sainte, Sistah 12:23… We are here and it is now.”

I was laid back down, and using her mouth, Serene uncorked a bottle of oil and poured the cool fluid onto my stomach. It seeped among my meagerly toned musculature. My eyes were fixed on her, as she drew in her wings and adjusted her top. Soon, she had that and her hood sliding up and off. It landed in a heap, leaving her nude aside from her mask.

“This is somewhat fortuitous, I suppose. I would have had to rub the oil in with my talons otherwise.”

“Uh. Yeah.” I nodded.

She planted one of said talons on the edge of the slab, and used it as leverage to lift her whole lightweight body onto it. Her breasts swayed until she pressed them together with a squeeze of her wings. She had a seductive smile as she focused my attention towards them.

Then she pressed them down, allowing her whole body to lower onto mine. Her plump pillow tits dragged across my oiled stomach, pushing the fluid smoothly across my chest. I felt it seep with a slight hiss into the facets of the necklace.

“I can feel the resistance of the fiend…” She muttered, her breasts squished against my pectorals. “The goddess and her saints shall cleanse your body as you take my virginity, my… friend.” Her soft feathers brushed the side of my face.

I felt her thighs clamp around my throbbing cock, which had stood to full attention. It didn’t feel like it had felt earlier that night, though. I was hoping it wasn’t glowing… if it wasn’t, then this was all me.

Bending my neck, I looked over the nude girl, seeing her soft plumage rich thighs and my dick between them. It wasn’t glowing, and it seemed to be at a pretty normal size. Maybe this bastard demon wasn’t too interested in being exorcised by fucking a hot shian. Well, too bad.

I reached up and grabbed her ass as she began dragging her breasts up and down across my stomach. She lurched forward, pushing my face between the oil-slicked tits. They glistened in the candle light, and smelled of… cinnamon, for some reason. The oil warmed my face, and I risked a mouth full of it as I dragged my tongue across her nipple.

“Ah!” She gasped but rested there, pushing her cheeks back and forth across my cock as I licked and flicked. I took her breast into my mouth and gently suckled on it. My hands ran up and down her hot body, my throbbing prick aching for more.

She pulled back, and I begrudgingly let go of her as she slid back down my body. The frontal massage flowed down my chest, back across the burning necklace and to my cock.

She dragged all the way across it, then shoved forward when it flicked up across her face. She narrowly avoided it knocking her mask off, letting her tongue drag the side as it went past. Then she shoved her plump tits forward, engulfing my cock. She pressed her wings to the sides of them, pushing the oiled mounds together as she pushed up to the tip, then pulled back.

I let my head fall, trying to resist the utterly heavenly sight before me. My shaft shoved between the two most perfect breasts I’d ever been blessed to see. I was about to start singing Aude’s praises myself when my eyes landed on the door.

It was ajar, with a smiling goblin peeping. What annoyed me more though was the cat’s eye also peering in. Witches were notoriously nosy, but this was ridiculous.

I gave up anger once I looked back to Serene, working her breasts up and down nice and slow. My foreskin was forced up over the tip and pulled back, her tongue tracing around the head when she was near it, and kissing the length as she worked her way back.

Between these oral fixations, she was muttering prayers. I assumed they were part of this ritual, but they were in some foreign language that I couldn’t understand a word of. Each syllable sent a pulse of heat through my body.

She came to a slow stop, kissing the head a few times before licking up my pooled precum. “Ahem. I… believe we should move on. Uhm…”

I smiled and patted the stone slab, “Go ahead and lay down, just focus on the prayer.”

When she was laid down, her legs spread, I was given a perfect view of her glorious body. Those round fat tits against her thin frame, and the plumage of perfectly white feathers that spread out from her limbs and flourished from her hips to her talons.

Her… crotch was completely covered by them.

“Uh…” I mumbled. I dragged my hand smoothly down her leg from her ankle towards her thigh, then passed my fingers delicately between her legs. She whimpered slightly as I felt something soft. It felt… kind of like a pussy? But that was the only thing there. A cloaca. She was a bird, after all.

I got onto my knees, pressing my legs under her own. I gripped my dick, aiming it down. The fiendish entity within me was, at once, being exorcised and also taking the virginity of a woman of the cloth. It must’ve been very confusing. But for me? I didn’t feel a lick of conflict as I slid my head between her lips.

I felt the tight grip of fresh cunt on my cock, each inch being hugged by walls that had never felt the touch of another. My throbbing shaft spread her as she sighed and let loose a long groan of ecstasy.

I leaned down and pressed my oiled body up against hers. Our lips met as I hilted inside. I felt my balls rest against her warm feathers, my cock entirely engulfed by her body heat, hugging onto me with slickened walls.

I began to thrust.

My calves flexed as I pushed and pulled myself against her. Her wings wrapping around my back as her thighs hugged around my waist. I’m certain it took a lot of self control for her to not dig her claws into my back. In the state I was in, though, it might’ve been a welcome addition.

Heat pulsed through me as I made love to Serene, pushing my self against her slick hot body, her plush boobs softening my impacts against her, my tongue deep in her mouth. The slight keratin around her lips didn’t make for the perfect kiss, but it was barely present when it came to the overload of pleasure my senses received.

She tapped my shoulder with a flutter of her wings and I finally broke the kiss, pumping my hips without a halt.

That’s when she swallowed my spit and and gasped out before starting another belt of prayers.

And when the heat struck me, the sudden radiant vigor that emanated from my chest as she denounced the demon within me and called upon Saint Lehsda to free me from its grasp, I wasn’t able to hold back.

I lifted her ass, firmly gripping it as I sat back on my knees, and rammed forward. She was pushed and pulled against the smoothed stone, her slick cloaca lubricant drooling down between our legs as my cock pumped to hilt in her now-not-so-virginal birdpussy again and again and again. My balls swung, smacking lightly against her fluffy ass.

Each prayer was stilted, disjointed, as though she had hiccups or something. But I couldn’t resist pounding her harder and harder. Whether this was me and my own intense need to fuck a harpy as hard as possible or some infernal drive to get her to shut up, I wasn’t entirely certain of. It might’ve been a mix. But props to her, she didn’t stop.

I felt the warmth in the room intensify, the candles flicker as holy rites were espoused. Her talon lashed out, clawing against my hip and drawing a scream from my throat. This absolutely did not stop my enjoyment, even if I can still feel where the scratch is. The waving talon eventually grabbed what it was reaching for. A little bottle.

The fluid in it burned on my flesh, sizzling. She worked her leg hard even as it was shook back and forth by my pumping to splatter the oil across me. “The pow-power of Llllehsda cum-compels you! The poweeeerrrr of Lehsda compels youuuu~!” She squawked.

My coitus was on the edge, and I felt her clamping down across my cock as she squealed aloud. I grabbed her hips and thrust in to a full hilt once more before I unloaded.

There was a sudden bright warmth that overcame me, I felt in the afterglow of a full body sunburn. The fire surged through me and burst out of my mouth in a gout of sudden flame. No dry tapestry or wooden fixture even reacted to the infernal flame.

My cum gushed forward, each throb sending a spurt into the squealing and moaning harpy beneath me, each thrust pushing my orgasm into lasting longer and longer. She planted a talon on the edge of the table so she could move her hips and milk me further into her.

I grabbed at my neck, and held the necklace. It felt like I was grabbing full palmed onto a damn griddle. But I yanked.

I felt the flesh rip, as though I were pulling open a freshly stitched wound, but the pain only pushed me to further strength. My cock was still fully engulfed in warmth, the afterglow of a holy rite overcoming me.

And then there was a clatter, as I chucked the necklace straight at the goddamn wall.

I collapsed across Serene, holding her as she ran her feathered wings up and down my back. She coo’d gently… it was strange. She reminded me of a dove, but this was the first time I’d ever heard her make that sound.

I passed out.