You deduce that she appears to be hostile about you.
Mira looks down at the tiny human, considering her options. She could step on him, crush him under her weight...or she could have some fun. A wicked grin spreads across her beak-like mouth as she reaches down and scoops the little human up in one of her massive talons.
As she lifts you closer to her face, you can't help but marvel at the intricate pattern of feathers that adorn her body. Her eyes are a piercing shade of blue, and her feathers range from a deep indigo to a light sky blue. You feel a mixture of fear and fascination as she examines you, running her talon gently over your skin.
Suddenly, she tilts her head to the side and whispers something in your ear, "You know, I could just snap you in half like a twig...but that doesn't sound nearly as fun." Her breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine. She smells of earth and wind, with a subtle undertone of vanilla.
Without warning, Mira places you inside her bikini top, carefully nestling you into the soft, warm fabric. "There," she says, her voice a husky whisper. "Now you're mine to punish." She grins wickedly, her blue eyes glinting with mischief.
As she begins to walk, your body is jostled about by her every movement, and you can feel her nipple harden against your cheek. Your heart pounds with fear, your blood rushing through your body as you struggle to free yourself from her bikini. She leads you into the beach.
You can hear the sound of waves crashing against the shore, and the occasional shout or laughter from nearby beachgoers. But all you can focus on is your current predicament.
Mira walks purposefully through the sand, her long legs carrying her at a swift pace. You feel as if you're in a nightmare, trapped in her bikini top, unable to escape her grasp. She seems to be heading for a secluded spot where the sand dunes rise up, offering a modicum of privacy. You steel yourself for whatever punishment she has in store for you.
As she nears the dunes, she slows down, her movements growing more deliberate. Her chest heaves with each breath, causing her breasts to rise and fall enticingly. You feel the warmth of her skin, the cool fabric of her bikini top, and the faint rustle of feathers as she moves.
Then, you feel your whole world lower. "Time for some sunbathing," Mira says, laying down on her chest. As she does so, her breasts are pressed firmly against your body, her nipples hard and erect. The weight of her is immense, and you struggle to breathe under the crushing pressure of her flesh. The softness of her feathers is a strange contrast to the sharpness of her talons, which dig into the sand around her.
She doesn't move for several long moments, simply basking in the warmth of the sun. You feel the heat radiating from her body, seeping into your own. You can't help but wonder what she's thinking, if she's enjoying this strange game she's playing with you. As you lie there, trapped beneath her, you begin to feel a strange sense of detachment from your own body, as if you're no longer truly there.
Her breathing becomes deeper, slower, as she drifts off into a light sleep. Your struggles against her begin to wane, replaced by a strange sense of resignation. You wonder if she's ever going to let you go, if there will ever be an end to your ordeal. But as you feel the weight of her body pressing down on you, you know that she's not going to let you escape so easily. Suddenly...
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