"I am sorry for your troubles and your losses," she said. She respected what the Strays were and what they stood for.

"We would have joined you in battle had you but asked."

"We . . . didn't know," he said, almost falling off the log.

"Not until it was too late. How bad it was going to be, I mean. We went from fighting just plain old ordinary Hellspawn to fighting the servant of an Elder God. Now, we may have to fight an Elder God, and... well, there IS no fighting one of those."

"That is what makes this quest so important," she started, getting excited.

"The weight of the world . .. no, the universe . . . no, our entire reality . . . it all hangs in the balance! This is the opportunity that my people wait their entire lives waiting for!"

Robbie grinned.

"Sure. All we have to do is find this jewel, defeat a powerful shaman and whatever magics and underlings he may have, then get this jewel back to California to try and stave off the end of existence as we now it."

"Yes! Is it not exciting?"

"Yeah," Robbie said, his blood beginning to pump faster.

“Actually, it is."

"That is the spirit," Besla said. Then, her face took on a new demeanor.

“You know, my people have a saying. If you might die tomorrow," she started, swinging her legs over and straddling his lap, “then live tonight." Her small but firm breasts were heaving under her leather vest, and her denim clad crotch was pressing against his hardening member. Even alcohol wasn't going to keep his soldier from saluting.

“Uhm, what are you ..."

"It is our custom to enjoy the flesh before we battle," she whispered huskily, dragging her long tongue up the side of his face and then sucking on his ear.

"You would not refuse me this simple request?" she added, reaching between his thighs and grabbing his cock through his pants.

Refusing her anything was rapidly becoming a non-issue. Robbie had thought the girls of the Strays (particularly Anya) were a Little forward. Besla had decided that she wanted to fuck him and she had started without him. Robbie was going to have to play catch up.

He reached around and slid his hand up the back of her leg until it encountered the firm buttock underneath her leather shorts and beneath that tentacled tail. He squeezed gently. ‘God, that's tight,’ he thought.

Besla was in no mood for “taking it easy." She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulled him to her and stuck her tongue almost literally down his throat. Harpies, like other winged humanoids, had long tongues. She felt his grip on her ass tighten considerably.

‘Much better,’ she thought.

Robbie was still on the defensive, and wasn't sure what to do about it. Besla was madly fumbling with his trousers, trying to get to the hidden surprise like an angry child trying to find the prize at the bottom of a box of cereal. He also remembered that she had some pretty sharp claws, and wasn't looking forward to those overly anxious hands nicking something important. He hurriedly undid his own pants.

"This what you were looking for?" he said, his sizable rod waving in the cool desert air.

"Perfect," she replied, following it with her eyes like a cobra staring at a snake-charmer's flute. She shoved Robbie backwards onto the ground, his cock still waving. She removed her own clothes faster than Robbie could blink, then pounced on him. She spun around until her very human-looking pussy was over his face, smooth and moist.

Robbie knew what he was supposed to do. Oral sex was nothing new to him . . . or so he thought. Besla took his cock into her mouth, and he was treated to something beyond his wildest fantasies.