You roughly toss the harpy queen to the floor and, grinning, tell her that since you’re wrecking her plans to breed phoenixes, you’ll just give her a brood of champion-spawn instead. She gapes at you, wide-eyed in confusion and fear. Hel keeps her pinned down for you as you toss your semi-transparent bodysuit aside, revealing your equine dong.
Hel swings her leg around, planting herself firmly over the Harpy Queen’s face. She crouches down, planting her cunt just an inch above the queen’s nose, her long fiery tail swishing just above her cunt. “You should feel honored, whore,” Hel growls, grabbing the queen by the hair. “One egg fathered by my friend’s seed is worth a thousand of your weakling sluts. Go on, thank him!”
The harpy struggles against Hel’s firm grasp, until she gets a good slap from the salamander. “Gah! Thank you! Thank you for the honor of bearing your eggs!” she pleads, still squirming. You laugh and grab her massive thighs, pulling them apart to reveal your prize. Her cunt is a voluminous gash between her legs, gaping and drooling lubricant, stretched beyond human possibility by the dozens - hundreds, even - of eggs she’s birthed over her long life.
You kneel down between her legs and experimentally stick your flared stallion-cock into her; she seems to simply suck it up, swallowing your entire shaft in a heartbeat. Gods, she’s immense! You feel like you’re sticking your shaft into a black hole, a cavern that has no ending. She groans slightly at the penetration, but has easily taken your entire length with room to spare. You shift around a bit, pushing her legs together to contract her gaping cunt.
Finally, you feel her slick walls around your equine prick. The queen shudders, but now seeing that you mean to pump her full of your seed, visibly relaxes. Still, she’s just too loose to give you the pleasure you’re seeking...