Played like a Harp.

She was knocked out from behind with a flying crash-tackle. The blonde milk-maid fell onto the damp grass with the bucket of milk flung into the air. It spilt its contents everywhere and she felt the warm thick liquid splash haphazardly on her.

Groggily, she tried to stand. There was a figure in front of her. Before she could react, there was a glint of light and then a sweet liquid was poured into her mouth from a glass bottle. Then a hot pair of lips touched hers. She couldn't resist and swallowed the drink. Then a sudden spasm surged in her insides from her stomach to her crotch. 


The world started to focus in the her view. Standing in front of her was a woman. She had her raven-black hair done up into an elegant shape with ornamental hair-pins maintaining that pleasing state. It framed her face nicely. An even fringed covered her forehead and ended before her large, oval eyes. Her eyelashes were plucked and there was a hint of eyeshadow accentuating her eyes further. A mole was under her glossy lips. The milkmaid gasped. Had a noblewoman kissed her?!? 

It was then that she saw the noblewoman was naked showing off her curvy body, healthy physique, with large dark wings on her muscular back and talons for feet. A Tzeentchian harpy!

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I was up several hundred metres in the cloudy pre-dawn sky with my blonde, lithe, peasant-girl. Just my type. I beat my wings once strong and rode the winds. I had already stripped her and adminstered a special potion before the flight.

I gripped her closer for another kiss while my hand reached further down her body to grip her meat-tube freshly added to her crotch. It was ready. I held her tighter as my opening swallowed her new appendage. 

Her face contorted as her maleness was captured. A dozen emotions flashed across her face as our mouths lock lips. She was completely overwhelmed. Exquisite. I grip her torso tighter while my talons on her thighs pulled her in. In that embrace, we flew.

Faster & harder I went. The higher and tighter until she was ready to burst. It started to drizzle. In a carnal huge, we both screamed in pleasure at the apex of my flight. Lightning flashed in the background before a thunderous applause that matched our screams in intensity.

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The blonde mikmaid lurched upwards. She was on the ground with her upturned bucket next to her. Water was drizzling down from the sky. Her clothes she was wearing were in disarray and soaked. Cautiously, she reached between her legs and felt it while reflexively closing her eyes. Relief washed over her like the rain. She was normal. It was simply a weird dream. Knocking her head on the ground must have caused all that strangeness.

Years later on a pre-dawn morning, she went to milk the cows as usual. Her eyes strayed upwards to the roof of the barn. Perched there was a winged humanoid figure with talons for feet. She stared at it and it stared back at her with a younger version of her own face with a mole under its lips. Then it said one word in a voice that sounded like her own.

"Father."