On The Battlefield
"nuh-uh, not with those teeth," he softly growled back as he scooted up, guiding that swollen meat between her rounded sharktits. "if you want a taste, this snack goes best with milk."
Camp Consumed
By the time dusk squished those fine sharktits into his throat, she was outright throbbing. some part of her loved the turnabout, even if she was far too exhausted to show it beyond that.