Wings of Lily (Futa on female, monster girl, dick growth)

When she was a little girl and had a break from her chores, the peasant girl would run toward the grazing pasture and scramble up to the top of the hill in the center. From the top of the hill, she could see about half of the village from the blacksmith to the river where her mother washed clothes. Off in the distance, the high mountain peaks, capped with white snow, formed the walls of her little world.

But high in the sky, the teenage girl could see the entire valley that had been her world, and for a whole different perspective as well. For the first time, she saw her small house from hundreds of feet above it, the thatched roof a small patch of yellow below her. As soon as she saw it though, it passed underneath her as a gust of icy mountain wind blew into her. She had no ability to cover her face with her arms from the wind.

The harpy's talons tug into her arms, holding them in place.

She had been sitting on her favorite hill in the pasture, enjoying the summer afternoon under the shade of the large tree. She had, miraculously, finished her chores earlier than expected and felt like a nap. As her eyes were blinking in and out of consciousness, something had grabbed her by her shoulders, and lifted her of the ground with a beating of large, tan wings.

Her feet dangled in the wind, higher than even the highest treetops, but Amina did not feel any fear. The talons gripped her tightly, but more like a secure, motherly embrace than a painful squeeze. Within the embrace of the harpy's feet, she felt only the wonder of flight. The wind blowing past her ears was a chaotic chorus of curious tales told by the wind spirits. The land below her was a painting of blue, brown and green that kept on going forever.

The peasant girl, formerly as simple as her blonde hair in a ponytail, was exposed to the horizons far beyond what she had seen as she looked out at lands beyond the mountain peaks and the curvature of the earth.

The valley below started to turn from grassland and forest to rock and snow as the harpy glided in the air toward the nests high up the mountain. With effortless ease, the harpy shifted course and changed her heading toward one of the smaller peaks. The land rapidly approached as the harpy prepared to land. The harsh mountain winds batter Amina as she hung from the harpy's claws, but the harpy was unaffected, every push and shove of the wind was met with a graceful adjustment of her wings. A practiced and necessary ability for any harpy.

The rapid descent was stopped just shy of a cave in a mountain cliff side. The sheerness of the cliff would have made climbing down a difficult endeavor, and the harpy had no intention of letting Amina walk away as she started to flap her wings, slowly moving into the cave.

With her feet finally hitting the ground once again, Amina immediately fell to her knees. While the experience of flying was incredibly amazing, the wind, cold and newness to the experience left her legs wobbly and stomach a-fluttering. She could only breath in gasps, the frozen air filling her lungs. Amina's clothing was thin, and she was definitely not prepared for the mountain cold.

Amina. The soft, tan feathers were like a warm embrace and blanket. They smelled faintly of fresh snow and lily flowers.

Reminded of her mother's embrace when she was younger, Amina sunk into the feathery embrace, relaxing and even snuggling against the feathered limbs.

When she was sitting under the tree in the middle of the pasture's hill, Amina always had a fantasy that made her feel guilty. Whether she was sleeping or just closing her eyes to enjoy the silence and sunlight, Amina always wished that she would be taken away from this peasant's life. Tales of princesses filled her childhood, and she wished for the prince charming that would come and sweep her off her feet, promising and giving her the one wish she always wanting.

The harpy nuzzled her face against nape of the peasant girl, pushing aside the long ponytail and brushing her soft lips against her neck. They opened and closed sightly, tickling Amina.

Awakened from her brief recollection, Amina shifted slightly under the harpy's touch, sinking into a sitting position, her legs underneath her butt. Monsters rarely presented a threat to humans, only attacking when humans entered their territory without a proper offering or tacit underst

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