To me, harpies always seemed like an aggressive pack species that would tease and bully their men into bedding.
>be anon
>take a walk outside, to have a fresh breather
>ahh the spring breeze, warm and comfy
>you buy yourself a cone of almond flavored ice cream at the vendor truck
>you don't make ten steps when you're surrounded by the harpies
<"Look who's there, Kriva."
>oh, shit
>those are the much feared black harpies terrorizing this neighborhood
>and you're in their territory right now
<"You aren't from here~... what are you doing out there on Kraag Skulls' turf, boy?"
>that doesn't sound good, you should probably distract them and make a getaway
>wait, harpies like shiny things
>pull out a few marbles and scatter them around
>the harpies laugh at you
<"Nah, that won't work~ Now what to do about you..."
>they surround you, getting intimately close
>"intimately" means their boobs squish you from all sides
>you can feel their hands feeling you up (yes they have hands, retractable and hidden within wings)
>one of them snags the ice cream cone from your hands
<"You don't mind sharing this with us, would you?.."
>she licks all over the ice cream, then headlocks you and kisses you
>you can taste the creamy almond goodness from her tongue
>man, you really hope she won't do that after blowing you
>by this point you're practically claimed, the question is not "if" but "how" and "where"
<"Well cutie-boy, your choices are this. Either you follow us to Saale's place, or we take you on the nearest tree. Or, if you're feeling really kinky, right on this bench over here~"
>well, chances are that "Saale" at least has a bed at her place
>you just hope there won't be more single black harpies over there