The rotten, worm-eaten door of the Shaded Ruins creaks open, back-lit by the fading torchlight and moldering corpses, your eyes fall upon a curious sight. A harpy-like creature sits in the dark cavern, its head cocking quickly side to side to measure you with its black, glassy crow eyes. You return its stare, trying to determine if it will strike. The thin, sinewy body of this creature is equal parts woman and crow, with long black wings and a pair of crow's feet at the end of her legs. Where there are no feathers, her skin is purple-colored, with a small patch of inky feathers covering her womanhood. Her talons bemusedly tap the ground as she clicks her beak before speaking in a voice more birdsong than speech.
"Thank you for helping me," she coos. "I am Ornifex. I owe you some form of thanks, but have nothing for you at the moment. If it would not trouble you, could you visit my abode just down the way?"
Her voice is dripping with desire and lust, but it's not until you arrive at her shack in the depths of Brightstone Cove that you understand.
You name is ${name}, a bearer of the undead curse, but as you walk into the weaponsmith's house, the sight you're treated to hearkens back to a time before before you were cursed—when you had family, warmth, comfort; a beloved.
A vortex of feelings churn your heart when you see she has crafted a nest in her workshop. You feel confused, but comforted.
"Do you find me strange? Skee hee," she cackles. "You humans are always this way. The way you glare at any unfamiliar creature. That mix of curiosity, fear, and revulsion."
She perches invitingly, waiting patiently as you undress and climb into the nest with her. Gently, she wraps her large, black wings around you and pulls you in close. You can feel her heartbeat as she nuzzles you with the side of her beak. Her slick, oily feathers tickle at your back as her legs wrap tightly around your waist, locking your hips together. You feel a wet heat emanating from her cloaca.
"Now,"