Astin watches the nest with growing discomfort as the many little unnErving things about it come into sight. "Who's... what's that?" She finally manages, pointing at the manacled form. "You know what? Maybe we ought to... to get fucking, wouldn't want to keep you three waiting."
Stacy has a good vantage point of the crash site from up there, able to see the inconsistent furrow their descent had left and the lingering trails of fog. The rocky desert stretches on to the horizon where some odd rock formations can be seen. Here and there is an odd patch of plant life. Far to the east can be seen a bit more green and what might be some shimmering water. Through her com she would hear the clicking of talons on stone and the communication between Astin and her hosts provided Astin did indeed turn on her mic. - One of the winged creatures glances briefly at the captive figure. "Wife." She explains, even if the silhouette doesn't look quite like one of their species. All three are starting to sport eager erections in various stages of arousal and they nudge Astin into the next, clawed hands pulling curiously and insistently at her clothing and gear as they utter cooing, throaty growls.
Astin does her best to squrm through their groping as they close in around her. Her come mic was definitely on by now. Soon she was wiggling out of hee bodysuit and belt of gear, knocking on nakedness' door with her own growing erection.
Stacy was quickly left alone, the dino-girl not offering a word in response before going to join her two compatriots. With nothing but time, she fiddled with her gear, doing checks to make sure everything was operating as intended while scanning the horizon, particularly looking north of the ship to see if she could spot the same movements she saw earlier. All of this while keeping the broadcast on, turning the volume down low enough so she could just barely hear those avian moans...
[When you two say come do you mean com? Or did I misspell that somewhere?] The trio of winged girls surround Astin, tossing her gear haphazardly around and out of the way. They have very similar body builds, lean and toned around the legs and wings, otherwise lithe. Tendons flex under the skin around their middles. Only one has something resembling defined abs. Their stiff nipples and the cockheads peeking from inside their foreskins are black-grey in colour. One stands up in the nest to press her tip to Astin's cheek. It has a very earthy smell with a hint of dirty musk. Another sits across from her and curls a taloned foot around Astin's length, giving it a testing squeeze followed by an appreciative chirp.
(Yes, don' know why autocorrect keeps hitting that one.) Astin grunts as she feels her stuff tossed around... she'll have to dig for it later. But at the moment, she's being confronted with dino-cock. She takes a breath of that earthy musk and opens wide to give the cock access, moaning herself as the bird's foot finds her member.
The next while Stacy spends on her equipment, doing little more than cleaning and testing. She has the time and attention to listen in enough to warrant another spirit roll later on~
(Eh, let's say that she's too busy fussing with her stuff and doesn't wanna leave Astin behind, at least for now.) Stacy fiddles with her mag gun, loading and unloading all of her ammo mags. It's honestly just busywork, but it helps to distract from the moans in her earpiece. Her toes twitch, and she curses under her breath.
( 2, 5, 6, 6 ) Astin has to be careful with these dino-broads; as exciting as the situation might be, she could only guess that the person chained against the wall wasn't so much a 'wife' as she was likely for breeding. If she just gave in and did as these girls wanted, she might end up no better. So while she's sucking on that earthy, musky cock, and the taloned feet grip her own cock, she reaches a hand around to the butt of the harpy fucking her in the mouth and starts to drag her finger around that pucker.