Rayne could feel the harpy's rapid pulse under the skin,<em>thump-thump-thump</em>, when she placed her hand on the birdwoman's chest. The harpy's body was taut as a drawn bowstring, her muscles quivering in place as her hoped-for partner's fingers traced their way down to her needy sex.<br/><br/>A muted gasp escaped the harpy's scarred throat when Rayne finally touched her petals directly. Her limbs might have been a bird's wings and legs just below the shoulders and pelvis, respectively, but the flower nestled between her soft thighs was doubtlessly human. The harpy subconsciously took a deep breath as the middle finger glided between her parted, moist lips. She rocked her hips, forgetting to breathe, pushing back against Rayne's hand for more friction, more stimulation, until her lungs burned and she exhaled all at once in a long sigh.<br/><br/>Wings slipped between the bars, holding the half-elf close as their bodies pressed together, warming up the metal squeezed between the two of them. Shamelessly humping her partner's hand with its oh-so-wonderful digits, the harpy nodded back to the unspoken question, granting permission for even more to be done to her. She tilted her head with a slightly confused look on her face when Rayne leaned forward, perhaps expecting her to go down instead, but was all too happy to return the kisses received with a little tongue of her own. Soon enough though, Rayne's head was surrounded by ticklish feathers that guided her head down, a tad more insistently and aggressively than before when the harpy had been content to passively receive Rayne's attention.<br/><br/>The long-awaited penetration of Rayne's digits into her passage made the birdwoman arch her back in obvious pleasure. She couldn't grip her lover's hair properly, not without fingers, but not for lack of trying. Her engorged pearl was just begging to be played with, teased, flicked, sucked, licked, and the moment Rayne's lips trapped the nub, she could feel the harpy tense up and all the pent-up energy and frustration of however long she had been trapped here was building up to breaking point with each passing second.<br/><br/>The harpy didn't last a minute after that; there were volcanic eruptions gentler than her explosion. Her juices gushed out coating Rayne's face and her body quivered under the strain of powerful muscle spasms. She fell back and away from the bars, her limbs still twitching occasionally as she continued to be wracked by her orgasm.<br/><br/>It took a few minutes for the harpy to regain some sense of coherence. She looked up at Rayne with a newfound sense of awe and a silly grin on her face. Getting back up onto her knees, she waddled back to the bars and  knelt with her face at a convenient height and licked her lips suggestively...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Clang! Interrupting the moment, the outer door to the prison door opened. Dwarven guards led Sylvia back into her cell. At least she wasn't naked anymore, dressed in rags like Rayne's.<br/><br/>"You look like you two had fun," the elf smirked, gathering from a glance at Rayne and the harpy what had happened between the two of them while she was gone. She brandished her own slice of victory cake, "Tada! Piece of cake-"<br/><br/>The sharp knock of a club on the bars cut her off. "Ahem." It was the grizzled dwarf with the scar and tattoo who had led Rayne and Sylvia to the arena. "I've watched both of ye fight now. Ye got potential to be gladiators, unlike the rest of this lot. Ye'll get better rooms, better food, and if ye last long enough, a chance to fight for yer freedom. But that's only if ye win tomorrow's match. I won't lie, the audience loves to see upstarts like ye put in yer place, and the odds are stacked against ye. But ye'll be fighting together at least, and I can at least send ye up there with a full belly."<br/><br/>He stepped aside to let a slave girl push a pair of trays through the food slots in the cells. A welcome change from bread and water, the trays were stacked with stout dwarven rations (with a strong Germanic influence, being essentially a plate of sausages, pretzels and pickles, along with a mug of beer). "I'll see ye tomorrow." With that, they left.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was nearing what passed for nighttime, when the other prisoners were going to sleep, that a commotion was raised. Patrols were stepped up with the sound of dwarven boots marching down the hallway outside every few minutes. Authoritative voices called out indistinctly from far off, giving orders.<br/><br/>"What's going on?" Sylvia whispered. "Think they found your dwarf? Are we taking a stroll or staying put for tonight?"