Finding decent harpy art is hard
>help harpy wife's flock ambush a human caravan
>witness them swoop in and start snatching up the men and women you've just betrayed
>some devouring their share right away, while others carry captives back to the nest for later
>wife lands and gobbles you up like a worm for safekeeping, before any of the others has a chance to eat you by mistake or cold opportunity
>she purposely focuses on keeping her stomach calm, preventing her hunger from taking over and flooding the fleshy sac with acids, before lifting off with the last of her flock
>once in the air, you can hear her get teased again by other harpies for keeping you around
>how she already has fertilized eggs from you waiting in her nest and she could easily spend the next hunt watching over them instead with the nutrients you'd provide
>or how the other harpies' prey was pleasantly struggling inside them - slowly turning to mush, while their bulges gradually rounded out from the acids filling up the stomach
>you feel her pulse quicken, struggling to keep a cool head, her own wild instincts agreeing with them
>a small pool of digestive juices starts forming under you, deceptively pleasant against your skin and inviting you to rub yourself against her stomach walls...