[stoichornet]

The pressure against the entrance to the just-grown, tender womb was painful enough to make lights burst behind his eyes and make him cry out, but the harpy kept thrusting into him. The movement of the human's hips was more fluid now, in rhythm with the repeated invasions, and his back arched as he stroked the feathery wings embracing him. Kaga had stopped trying to distract his mind, and was too overwhelmed by the sensations flowing through his body to be able to think much at all.