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Not thirty seconds after he'd responded to her cheery text, an invitation to take a walk with her that came packed full of hearts and shark emojis, and Tristan felt her presence. It wasn't subtle. The room was getting hotter, to the point he found himself tugging at his shirt, starting to sweat a little. Before he could manage to comment or greet her, wherever she was hiding, his words were cut off by a sudden lash of leather around his neck, the strap manifesting out of nowhere and binding itself tightly to his throat until it could lock in place. He reached up to tug at it, but it wasn't budging, comfortably nestled there, jingling slightly. From that angle, he couldn't read what was on it, but he had a suspicion. When he got to his feet and looked at himself in the mirror, he just confirmed that. Right there in the reflection, written in big letters that were pretty much impossible to miss was the word SHARKSLUT. And so was the shark herself.

He hadn't sensed her behind him until that very moment. It was like Mazzy had simply appeared there, and she had even more fun with him when he whirled around to find she had vanished.. A glance back at the mirror, and there she was again, that delightful leopard-spotted shark beaming broadly over his shoulder, opening her jaws wide as she loomed just above his shoulder, looking like she was about to bite. He turned around quicker this time, spinning on the spot, but she still wasn't there. He heard a giggle, and then her teeth found his skin, locking around his upper arm before working her way up, enunciating her nibbling with a little 'omnomnom' as she gently gnawed upon him, introducing him to all those deadly points but doing him no real harm, even when she was precariously chewing on one of his ears. No sooner was she scooshed up behind him, hugging around his chest with one arm, and she was tugging on a leash attached to that sudden collar, throwing him right off balance, almost falling back into her bust as she generously squished her tits to his back.

"Oof. Hi Mazzy! You're looking toothy today, as ever!"

"Hi!"

"I have to admit," he started, rubbing at his neck a little while she so eagerly tugged the leash. She was careful enough not to hurt him, but her excitement took some getting used to. "This wasn't exactly what I was expecting when invited me out for a walk. I was actually picturing something pretty calm and ordinary. What a fool I was!"

"You're not a fool! But also: come on! You didn't expect a normal night out with me, did you?" She gave him a deep squeeze on the butt that was so firm his leg started twitching, as if he might just collapse on the spot. As soft and curvy as she might have been, she had strength beyond anything even a big dog like him could muster. "I'm horny as fuuuuck and I wanna get seeeeeen..."

Her words dropped to a low moan as she spoke, her teeth pressed right up against his ear to project that low, sultry sound. And then she startled him with a clack of her jaws, just a little too loud, making him flinch. He had to know by then that she wouldn't really hurt him. Not in ways he didn't like, anyway. But there was still that little hint of intimidation, that blazing heat emanating from within her like a furnace that kept him from forgetting he was dealing with a real, actual demon. A nice one, maybe. But still one of those creatures so deeply intertwined with mythology, long thought merely a suggestion, maybe a metaphor, only to find no, they were actual living, biting beasts who loved to fuck mortal dogs like him. So he made sure to always do what she said. But that was mostly because he found it hot to follow the whims of her turbulent, indulgent imagination.

"I suppose it probably doesn't matter to you that I'm not wearing pants." He glanced down at his boxers, and the bulge that they barely confined. Such an outline certainly wasn't going to get any smaller in her presence.

"Nope!"

She tugged him along, and he followed. He was slightly taller than her, and bulkier too, but that just made him blush all the more to be led along on a leash by the eager shark. He couldn't help but look her over from behind. Her leather skirt was hardly adequate covering for her thick tail, a glimpse of her thong-clad booty making it all the more challenging to conceal his excitement. She looked good in fishnets, and she knew it, adding them to her legs and arms alike. They just seemed to enhance those leopard rosettes on her hide, and she was bouncing along, assets jiggling a little in her top, showing plenty of sharky cleavage as they stepped out into the street together. He was bare-pawed, and trying his best not to get a boner too quickly. His sheath was already stirring, bobbing along beneath the thin concealment of his boxers. He was pretty sure he was teetering close to committing a crime right then, as she pulled him onto the street, and his cheeks were blushing hot as she trotted in front of him, giving the occasional girly giggle, or much more frightening demonic cackle, her eyes illuminated with glowing excitement whenever she looked back at him.

People were looking. Of course they were. People probably stared at the wild shark wherever she went, just for how much she stood out in a crowd, but hauling along a muscular, half-naked doberman on a leash was cause for plenty of lingering looks. Some of them were glaring with what looked like condemnation, but plenty of people were admiring the two of them from afar. Maybe even a little jealous, or so he liked to think. He wasn't sure where she was taking him, but they were rushing down city streets at a pace that was almost winding him after a few blocks, the shark moving in great long strides, dead-set on her goal, whatever it was. That included thrusting herself directly into traffic without so much as a cursory glance to see if vehicles were coming, ignoring the horns and screeches that sometimes followed. A demon like her probably could have shrugged off getting struck, but he definitely couldn't have, and she soundly ignored all the tugging at his leash, trying to slow her down as she carelessly weaved in and out of traffic with him in tow.

"Mazzy - ah! Look out! It's not safe to... maybe we should slow down just a little!"

Of course it was all useless. It wasn't until she was standing outside of the public park in the middle of the city that she stopped for a moment. He was left panting, looking out at the crowds there. There were people playing football in the fields, people going on brisk strolls in the heat, and plenty more just gathered around, working or reading or feeding birds. People sped by on bikes, or jogged by on foot. It was about as public as places got, without crowding onto a stage or something. She turned back and gave him her biggest of grins, something that gave him brief pause even for how familiar he was with her. Then she was taking off in something near a sprint, leaving him stumbling along, struggling to match her unnatural speed and keep from falling behind lest she turn him into a flailing canine kite behind her.

In the middle of the park, right at the epicentre of activity, with people strolling by or seated at one of the many benches, was a beautiful fountain. It looked like something that had been carved in ancient times, with its elaborate crackled statues of fish spitting water into the air, coming crashing down with a pleasant sound. Really, it was just a modern thing intentionally made to look weathered, but either way, it drew Mazzy's eye. She stopped just in front of it, keeping the tension on that leash tight, leaving Tristan stumbling right into her back. He bounced off of her as surely as if he'd hit a wall, the impact doing nothing to move her. She stared into the flowing water, seeming briefly calmed, transfixed even as it flowed steadily down in front of her, her eyes losing that glimmer of chaos and mischief. Then it was back, stronger than ever as she snapped around to glare right into her pet's eyes, her own reflecting a fiery inner fury that looked as if it might erupt at any moment.

"Get in," she said.

Tristan blinked. "Uh. What?"

"Get. In." She wasn't backing down from it, but her serious tone was betrayed by her manic grin. She was quivering with the laughter brewing up inside of her, but managed to hold it down just long enough to lean in close and playfully threaten him. "Or I'll throw you in."

Maybe it was madness, but he couldn't help but think she'd approve of his audacity when he folded his arms and teasingly put on a tough face for her.

"I'd like to see you-"

That was as far as he got. He hardly even saw her move. She had him in a bearhug in a moment, lifting him right off his feet, and then he was airborne. For a few moments, time seemed to freeze. He was flailing through the air, in the middle of a public park, several feet above a large fountain, and he still wasn't wearing any pants. Then it all came crashing down, though the landing was cushioned by all the water. He went straight under, kicking up a massive splash, paralyzed by the shocking cold. Before he could thrash his way to the shallow surface, he had a shark pouncing him from behind, weighing him down, just for a second. She didn't let him up until she'd bitten him a few times, as if just to remind him that he was trapped in the water with a shark. Even if it was only knee deep at most.

He came gasping to the surface once she let him, finding himself pressed against her rough, wet skin as she hugged him from behind. He didn't have to glance back to know she was naked, somehow managing to discard her entire outfit in the time he was airborne. Her dick pressed against the small of his back told him that much. He felt her teeth on the back of his neck, holding but not digging in for the moment, and it was enough to keep him from turning his head to see who was looking at them. Everyone, he presumed. He half expected them both to be arrested at any moment, or at least bombarded with some sort of public outcry for their public indecency. He had to wonder if it was even possible to arrest a demon. She wasn't really the violent sort, but he doubted she'd just give in to someone like that. But as some people shuffled away, and others gathered around to observe what the hell those two soaked maniacs were up to, he was finding nobody seemed to mind at all. There was a whole multitude of faces wandering near, some of them murmuring in confusion and fascination, others wearing knowing smirks.

"Is she ... crazy?"

"Oh just wait, you're in for a show ..."

"This is just like last week at the mall..."

Tristan barely heard the voices. Coming up from beneath the surface had him still sputtering, and she wasn't taking things slow. She was blindly humping at him before he even got a chance to catch his breath, rubbing her cock all over his back while the water poured down on both of them, the gentle trickle sounding almost deafening from up close like that. He felt her teeth now and then, and he could feel how hard she was throbbing already. The way she gnawed him told him how excited she really was, but there was still that measure of restraint that kept her simply poking at him rather than chomping right into his flesh. As wild as she got, he knew she was still in control of herself, for the moment.

Her skill with her hands reminded him pleasantly of one of her parents, of that talented masseuse cat he knew well. Even while she was vibrating with horny energy, she still managed to rub him down like an expert, digging firmly into his muscles until he felt like he could simply melt against her while they soaked together in the water. It wasn't as freezing cold by then. Either he was adjusting to it, or the demon's presence was warming it up. In that case, he probably should have been thankful it wasn't boiling by then. She worked from his shoulders, down to his pecs and then his belly. Of course, he shouldn't have been surprised when she went straight for his dick once she was in range, taking a big grope of his bulge before she just ripped his underwear right off. He knew she was good for replacing whatever she ruined, so he didn't lament the lost garment. Away it went, shreds tossed over her shoulder, ending up in the hands of a rather kindly older goose, who gingerly caught what remained of his boxers, folded them, and tucked them into her purse. Mazzy had to giggle at that, before she set to gripping the base of Tristan's sheath and drawing it back as if to force more of him out before he'd even firmed up fully. Basking in her presence, feeling her grinding and groping on him, playing with his sheath and bouncing his balls in her cupped palms, it didn't take him long to display that solid, knotted doggy dick for her.

She was stroking him off hard enough she was making waves with those motions, the water spilling out over the edge of the fountain, splashing down to the concrete below. The amorous observers who had wandered too close were getting splashed, but that wasn't enough to make them back away. Neither was standing in what was definitely biting range. He turned his head to look over a few of them, seeing their admiring, jealous gazes, and he couldn't help but get a little pride out of that. Those who were scandalized or just not interested in seeing two maniacs fuck in a fountain had already wandered off, leaving them with an audience of lusty eyes, a couple of them already visibly salivating. He had to show off a little. Whipping his shirt up over his head while the shark stroked and squeeze at his knot, letting them all get a good look at his muscular top half before tossing the sodden garment into the crowd. The lucky recipient was a wide-eyed possum girl, left so caught up in the sight that she ended up struck in the face by it, her features totally concealed for a while as she let it linger. Only after a few seconds did she remove it, giving it a little sniff, and tucking it under her arm. Presumably to keep, for whatever purpose that might be.

He knew she wasn't going to be content just playing with his dick forever, as good as she was with her fingers. She'd already worked him up to a pulsing state, spurting pre that quickly mixed with the water all around them. Soon, he found himself shoved up against the edge of the fountain, surprised that he was allowed to face her rather than getting bent over in front of everyone. She was pretty much always grinning, but he loved the current iteration of her sharky smile the best. It wasn't just a horny look on her face, but a deviously horny one. He could only imagine what she had in mind, though he got a pretty obvious hint in the form of her squeezing deeply into her breasts, kneading that lovely bust of hers and squishing it together, handling herself so roughly it looked like it must have hurt. But those were no ordinary tits. Those were shark tits.

Her skin was just the right sort of rough that it was extra stimulating to have those plump, wet breasts wrapping around his cock. She all but pounced into position, throwing herself against his body, mashing her snout into his abs while she wrapped her cleavage snugly around his dock, pressing breast flesh firm against his knot. In such a position, she was partly submerged, but she didn't seem to mind. It didn't even slow her down, her big tail serving well for propulsion, her body starting to move up and down as if she were imitating a wave, curling and bending to rub him off until he was spurting pre all over those fine shiny sharktits. The mess was washed away by the water, but he kept on replacing it, pumping out such a thick coating of fluids that they were rolling down the sleek curves of her bust, spurting out while she ferociously thumped up and down, thudding her bosom down atop his thighs with the vigour of that sloppy sharkskin titfuck.

Having her teeth pressed right up against his belly, and thus his vitals, was always a little intimidating but she made him forget about his worries with that tongue of hers. It was no ordinary organ. Aside from the obvious glowing eyes, her tongue was the most demonic part of her. She lashed it out whipping it around until she could curl it over every inch of his cock, squishing and squeezing tightly, constricting like a snake. She was drooling all over his dick while she worked on him, getting him puffing, gasping, even letting slip a little whimper at how good it all felt. He blushed to hear such a vulnerable sound coming out of his mouth while everyone was watching him, but the audience wasn't teasing him. They leaned in close, until he could have easily reached out and touched a few of them. All he could do was lay back against the edge of the fountain, putting one hand behind his head, and affectionately rubbing his fingers through the shark's hair while she bounced her breasts up and down his dick, getting his balls clenching up tight while she ravaged his body with what was usually a favour. Judging by the moans coming from her open jaws, he wasn't the only one enjoying herself.

She worked the forked tip of her tongue around until he was convinced she was just going to stuff it inside his dick. She came close, flicking it back and forth along the tip, tickling at the slit as it oozed pre as thick as a cumshot. He watched, partly obscured by the water, splashing up and down as she glazed his shaft between her bouncing breasts, her fingers dug deep into them as she worked. It wasn't the first titjob he'd ever received, but it was definitely the most aggressive. He worried for the integrity of the fountain beneath them while she dove up and down, her whole body humping with the motion of plunging her slick cleavage over every inch of his cock, her tongue squeezing tighter, enough to make him flinch slightly at first from the force. But she wasn't hurting him, just firmly stroking him with that impossibly sloppy slurper, drooling on his knot while she spanked it against the underside of her bust, getting his balls jiggling, his leg twitch, his toes curling as he dug his teeth into his lower lip and half-closed his eyes. He kept them open just enough to what those sharky boobs wobbling up and down, jiggling with the ferocious impact of her lunging over his cock until he couldn't possibly endure the sight anymore.

Despite how busy her tongue was, lavishing him with slippery strokes and squeezes, she could speak just fine.

"Cum for me, doggy. Show everyone how good you can jizz on my tits."

Every word was quivering, the shark's entire body shaking all over with anticipation. She pressed her palms hard against her breasts, squishing them around Tristan's cock, moving slower, more deliberately. The sandpapery texture of her skin, all lubed up by the mess he'd made of her, a scritchy schlick punctuating every lunge and grind, that was all too much. She was still moaning too, giving him those seductive gasps and groans of pleasure, just to feel his dick between her tits, and it was that thought that finally sent him over the edge. He jerked about, splashing like a fish, and she just held him down the entire time, milking him with those soaking motions, gnashing her teeth mere millimetres away from his skin, letting him hear her clacking her jaws with delight as the anticipation and pleasure grew to a breaking point, spurred on by the rising murmur from the crowd.

People were panting, approvingly humming, some even giving a few sharp gasps or moans. He couldn't exactly turn and look with his cock trapped in the squishy embrace of shark cleavage, but he was pretty sure some people were already pleasuring themselves, whether in secret or blatantly. Their sex was spreading over the crowd, wafting through their senses, sharing that little taste of demonic corruption and depravity until the ordinary day had turned into something more indulgent. He even could swear it was clouding over above, but he was as hot as ever. Even soaking in the water wasn't cooling him down, and he moved with the pulse of those onlookers, his whole body throbbing, swelling, tensing up as the ecstasy rushed through him, lighting his veins up with delight as if she'd injected it into him. And when he looked down at her sinister grin and glare, just above the tip of his pre-spitting cock. A good look at the way her tits wobbled as she stroked him with them, and he really had no other choice but to toss his head back and give in to climax as it possessed him like a wicked spirit, leaving him twitching and convulsing all over, splashing about in the fountain, no longer in control of his own body.

It started as a blazing hot sensation, and then all his muscles were clenching. He was frankly embarrassed at how much noise he made, yelping out some blissful barks while he kept up his most involuntary thrashing. Some of the motion was his own, such as the rolling of his hips, moving just enough to keep grinding up and down a little more than she was giving already. His cumshot had him recoiling, slipping almost fully beneath the water as he sank down the side of the fountain. Her grinning face, her blazing eyes, and of course her bouncing, black-nipped breasts, that was all enough to set him off of course. But being acutely aware of how many people were jealously watching him, admiring him for his size, for his virility, that all got him making a great big mess all over her teeth, her face, her hair, drenching down all over her tits to cream them thoroughly, at least until it all washed away in the fountain.

Tristan had to admit he was lightly disappointed to see such a thorough paint job vanishing as she wriggled around in water, but he couldn't complain too much. There were huffing breaths all around him, and he heard someone awkwardly clap a few times before stopping abruptly when nobody joined them. He panted plenty, his tongue flopped down, watching her rising with a sudden uncoiling of her tongue from around his cock. It whipped right back into her mouth as if on a pulley, slopping shark spit in all directions, and then she was playing with herself for all to see. There was still enough dobie cum on her that she could clutch at her breasts, squishing hard as if trying to crush them before pulling them up closer to her mouth so she could lick them clean in a spectacular display of curling, lashing, dripping black demon tongue.

Then she was the one applauding, rapidly smacking her palms together while she bounced and jiggled with glee. She couldn't help but look over her audience, giving them each a gleaming glare in turn, delighting in their admiring gazes as she put on a show for them all at once. Soon she was stroking her entire form, squeezing hard, even scratching at herself here and there, in that furious need to show off. Though she wasn't going to neglect her pet, either. She gave his leash a tug, and brought him close, mashing her breasts to his chest while she met his muzzle in a kiss. Or at least that was probably the intent, something which wasn't immediately obvious when she ended up just enveloping much of his face in her jaws. He froze up, holding very still while her teeth prodded along his cheeks and chin, very lightly gnawing on him as she fed her tongue between his lips. That, he knew what to do with, sucking on it while she bobbed it back and forth, all but facefucking him while she rubbed her dick against his belly, tasting the inside of his throat for a while before drawing back.

"Hey," she said, surprisingly softly, though the way she was quivering told him just how much restraint she was showing not to shout her thoughts at him right then. "I want you to do something for me."

He perked up, giving her the puppy eyes just to show how eager he was to obey.

"Why don't you show everyone here what a good dog you are, and eat my ass in front of all these people?"

It was phrased as a question, but it wasn't one. She was already tugging him along towards the centre of the fountain, dragging him on her leash as she stood up tall, water pouring off her form. He crawled on all fours after her, his nub wiggling until he was down on his knees before her fine, spotty rump. Another tug, and he was losing his balance to her strength, faceplanting against one cheek as she raised that thick tail of hers straight up. Which looked like no small feat, given how heavy it was. That gave him full access to be tugged forth and smothered in shark booty, getting his muzzle stuffed right between her cheeks, kissing up against her smooth hole while he rested his chin on her balls. Then he got right to work.

Giving that wild shark a good rimjob was the easiest thing in the world. All he had to do was follow his natural instincts, letting desires fuel him. It wasn't some careful lick, no flick of his tongue. He was digging right in, dragging back and forth, soon penetrating her so he could sloppily tonguefuck her until she moaned for him. That didn't take long, the shark literally chewing the scenery to keep from just screaming out, leaving deep divots in the stone as she bite right through a chunk of fish statue. It didn't taste as good as it looked, but that didn't matter to her, and she didn't even bother spitting it out, instead munching and swallowing while the eager dobie slathered her asshole with spit, inside and out, eating her ass like it was a feast for a king. And knowing how many people were watching him do it just made it better.

He wanted them to know how good he was at eating her out. And at what a luxury it was to get to do it for her, to smear his tongue from her sack, up along her taint, over her rim and to the base of her tail. When he pressed forth, he was all but shoving his whole muzzle inside her, lips indenting that flexing ring, tongue plunged into her, pumping back and forth with the same intensity as he might have fucked her. A few thin streams of doggy drool were rolling down her cheeks, down the back of her thighs as he worked, and he didn't care if he was getting sloppy. The schluck schluck of his eager attentions were truly excessive, but he kept going, faster, harder, until his jaw was sore, but that wasn't enough to slow him down either. The only thing that could throw him off his rhythm was that tail of hers. He didn't even see it coming.

A shark tail was thick and strong, plenty flexible, and it ended with broad, flat fins that were absolutely perfect for spanking someone with. This, he swiftly discovered when Mazzy brought it down mid rimjob and smacked him on the ass with it, making him yelp right up into her butt, though it wasn't like he was any less aroused for it. He just went ahead and wiggled his rear for all to see, making sure they were paying attention to his stub-tailed rump. He even turned away just a moment to glimpse at some reactions, catching the eye of that same cute possum again, giving her a lingering wink and lick of his lips before turning back to servicing Mazzy. She whapped him a few more times, until she was just playfully patting him on the rear, keeping her tail lowered so it pressed atop and behind his head. At first it was just resting on him, but she surmised the potential for smothering soon after, pressing a little harder, a little deeper, pushing him between her shapely cheeks until he was completely trapped, utterly pinned and immersed in her booty while he ate her out. If he wasn't able to pull his muzzle back, he was just going to shove his tongue deeper, fully extending , completely buried in her rear, bringing out those moans she couldn't suppress, no matter how much she chomped whatever inanimate objects were in range of her teeth.

It was soon a battle of pleasure versus endurance, the shark tightening up, clenching on him, her balls twitching. If he could make her blow her load just from his skill with his tongue alone, he would have been highly satisfied, but she let him free before that could happen. Whipping her tail back up, she gave a hard tug on his leash that schlurped him right back again, left staggering and swinging his arms for balance, coming near to pitching over into the water. Instead, he wobbled back to his knees, crouching obediently before her as she turned her tail around and loomed near, letting him take a few sniffs of her balls while she stood over him. There was always something about her scent, something indescribably sweet, tempting, sinful, that always had him worked up to something beyond just horny from a few mere whiffs. The sweat rolling down her sleek skin only made it more enticing, his huffing getting his mind flooded with her demon musk, with those unnaturally tempting pheromones that his him putting out enough pre to stuff a condom, spurting upwards from where he knelt in the clear water.

A little shiver ran down his spine as she leaned right down to speak directly into one of his lifted ears.

"Tristannnnn." She said his name in a satisfying moan before continuing.. "I know they're all really impressed. But they wanna see more. I know it. They wanna see what we can really do. How good we fuck."

She emphasized that with a nip of her teeth, just enough to hurt a tiny bit, only feeling his worked up state further.

"Yeah?" his eyes gleamed brightly as she spoke to him. She was half-crazy at that point, but there was still such affection in her voice that he loved.

"Yeah. You're a good doggy. Everyone watching can tell. I bet they'd love to own you too. But you're mine. And I know you can be even, uh, gooder."

He couldn't help it. Just hearing the compliment, he flattened his ears, and gave a happy little wag beneath the water, wiggling his hips back and forth while she sat in his lap. Also, it made him horny again. He hadn't exactly softened, his knot still formed, the occasional spurt still escaping him, but that was enough to send him over the edge, throbbing again. He was ready for more. She just had to tell him what that more was. When she pulled her teeth off of him and just grinned right in front of his face, he nodded, flapping his tongue up and down with the motion, eagerly awaiting her desires.

"I thought so! I mean, I had all this evidence you were. So, I'm gonna do something different. I want that knot. And I wanna show all these nice people how good it feels to take it."

Somehow, her smile was even bigger after she said that. He wasn't looking at anything but her teeth for a while, but eventually his gaze drifted downwards over the rest of her. For once, her cock was still pressed right up against his abs, painting an oozing mark in the divots of his muscles, soaking and smearing all over with her every lusty grind. He reached to stroke at it a few times, getting an immediate huffy sound in response. She was giggling too. It was hardly an ordinary laugh, but one of excitement, pleasure, madness, everything at once really, cackling along like a hyena as she humped and bounced on him, her cushy butt thudding on his thighs a little harder as she grew more and more animated.

He waited for her to guide him, and he didn't have to wait long. She seized him by the wrists, yanked his arms up, and then just planted his hands right on her spotty butt as she nudged closer and closer to him, her knees squeezing on his hips. The message was clear enough, and he set to kneading deeply, massaging her thick ass with all the strength he had, knowing there was nothing he could do that would be too rough with her. His attention was enough to seemingly calm her for a brief time, leaving her arching her back like a cat, giving a little rumbly moan that almost sounded like purring before she snapped out of it. Literally speaking, biting the air as a throb passed through her body as if she'd been bolted, suddenly reminded of how horny she was. So she sat on his dick, cushioning it up between two spotted cheeks, grinding back and forth to roll her balls along its length before she got herself more properly lined up.

Tristan couldn't stop rubbing her butt. She wasn't forcing him to or anything, he was just so astounded by how satisfying it was. The perfect mix of soft and squishy, padded and thick, yet firm and supple, he felt like he could have squeezed and admired that shapely booty all day. But he was distracted by other things. Namely, the feeling of her pressing her rim down atop his cock, tightly flexing on the very tip as she got a good rub and grind going, smearing his pre all over her black flesh. Maybe she was just that sexy, or she was having some sort of supernatural influence over him, but he was putting out more pre than he ever had in his life, he thought. It was shooting out of him, spraying between those cheeks, and he was pinned beneath her weight while she teased him with the prospect of fucking her. All he could do was grip her ass tighter, really pressing his digits into the squishy curves of her cheeks, and get her grunting, gritting her teeth in approval before she slipped down and let him sink sweetly into her tight depths, clamping and massaging him from all sides as if already climaxing.

Neither of them were quiet about it, leaning into each other's mouths and directing hot gasps and moans down each other's throats. Mazzy even appeared to swallow, as if she could eat sounds themselves. He didn't think about it too hard. Not when that perfectly rounded shark rump was sliding down his dick, slipping snugly along until she was sitting on his knot. And she did not go gentle on it, putting plenty of weight on that bulb, letting it stretch her just a little, but not popping it in just yet. Instead, she was taking him by the throat, letting his leash drop off to the side, and curling her fingers into his collar itself. That was going to be a devastating handle once she got going, finding momentum in moments, lifting her tail right up and bringing it smacking down to the surface of the water as she started to bounce on him. One slow thud led to a firmer second one, and by the fifth she was going rapid fire, her body moving in such ways that hardly seemed possible with all that water impeding her movement, sending splashes over the sides that still did nothing to make their audience back off.

He massaged her ass while she rode him, grinding and fucking his way in and out of that tight butt. As much as he moved his hips, she was in control. She had him by the throat, pinned, mostly helpless to do anything but sit back and soak in the pleasure. The water was so much warmer by then. It was like they were sitting in a hot tub together, sweat rolling down their bodies, bringing a wet scent to the scene that had plenty of noses twitching. It felt a little like she was strangling him as she rode him senseless, thudding hard, spanking herself against this knot, making his balls bounce with the motion of her vigorous, rambunctious, and soon brutal pounding. It wasn't like it was hurting him, but it was rattling him, leaving him slumped back, gasping out silently, his face a frozen gape of ecstasy, as if constantly caught up in climax. There was no other face to make when he was getting powerbottomed by such a cutely fearsome shark, watching her lashing her forked tongue out between her teeth as she rammed herself down atop his knot over and over.

Getting it inside usually meant it was over, that his partner was stuck in place and there was nothing else that could be done about it. But not this time. She gripped him just a little tighter, lightly choking him, and lunged herself downwards as if she were trying to drive him through the bottom of the fountain to spill out into the crowd. Instead, she just rammed his knot against her ring so hard it had to slip inside, wetly popping upwards with a satisfying schlurp and sealing tight within her contracting depths. That was enough to get her drooling, her head tilting back as she left her jaws hanging open in a silent moan. Then she lunged for him, bringing a yelp out of him for how fast she moved, clamping her teeth down on his shoulder as she set to fucking that knot back and forth inside her he couldn't even tell where one spank of her ass against his hips ended and the next began. It was just a constant slam, getting her balls drumming on his, testing his pelvis as she rutted herself silly, spurting pre hard enough it breached the surface and sprayed up under his chin, rolling down his pecs as he writhed and panted through the assault.

She wasn't content to just let him knot her and be done though. One yank, and she was testing how well his tie was really holding, bouncing upwards with a jolt of her body, only to come crashing back down hard enough that he whimpered out. She tried it again, and again, until finally she was loose enough to pop right off his knot, splashing upwards like a breaching whale then coming back down. All in one motion, she pulled off, and then on it again, sitting her weight down and schlupping it right inside. Then she yanked it out, and shoved it in, every single thrust, every single motion of her hips knotting and un-knotting her over and over again, leaving Tristan just slowly slumping down until he was barely above the surface of the water. His muzzle poked up, and he was taking enough splashes in the face that he ended up swallowing plenty of water, but he was hardly thinking about the danger of the situation. Mazzy would surely keep him from drowning. He was still thinking that, even when his position gave her a devious idea.

"Take a deep breath," she told him, and he did as he was told without asking why.

Then she was shoving him under, holding his head beneath the water's surface, leaving the sound of them fucking filtered and dull. He could still feel it, as she picked up speed, rutting that knot back and forth, slamming it in and out. Underwater like that, he heard the crackle, and he really hoped it was the fountain. Not because he embraced vandalism, but because the alternative was his spine, or his hips. Mazzy always had a way of doing things just hard enough that it should have hurt, should have broken people, but fell just short of that, like she knew exactly where the line was. But she loved to push it, and as his chest started to go tight from the lack of air, bubbles escaping towards the surface, he had to just be a little worried. So too was the audience, with some concerned murmurs passing through the crowd as the shark rode the dobie's dick while actively preparing to be drowning him. Not that any of them were moving to interfere.

She had one thing right, Tristan soon realized. The lack of air was concerning at first, but when she was pleasuring him like that, driving his dick so deep inside her his balls were spanking her ass hard enough to leave a mark, it made up for it. His head was spinning, then pounding, but the pleasure was so much more intense for the drowning. He gurgled and gasped under the water, but she wasn't letting him up. He couldn't overpower her, but he could certainly cum for her. Looking up, her saw that savage, approving grin through the water, then closed his eyes and focused on all the positive sensations, a mind blowing-orgasm rocking through his oxygen-deprived brain until he felt like he was simply going to pass out on the spot from the pleasure pumping through his veins like liquid ecstasy.

Immediately forgetting that he was underwater, he gave a muffled cry that even managed to reach the surface, albeit quietly. That went along with his knot bulging inside her, his balls churning up a fat load that burst forth seemingly all at once. Or that was how it felt anyway, with the sheer excess shooting out of him, but there came another, and another. His body was giving her everything he had, every drop, every pint of cum until he was pumping her belly full, fuller, making her slosh just a touch while she rutted it all out of him. Those powerful squeezes meant she was milking him completely dry, taking everything he could give until he was fading, limply floating in the fountain while his dick erupted inside of her. The pleasure sustained him, kept his wavering consciousness sustained, but his hands felt loose, swaying on the turbulent surface of the violated water while he kept his cum sealed inside the shark's leopard-spotted ass with his hard-locked knot.

Just when he teetered on the edge of fainting, or maybe drowning, she wrenched him upwards, squeezing the water out of his lungs with that forceful hug. He coughed a few times, gasping and wheezing, drooling, but he only had moments to recover. He could feel the way she was squeezing that knot, giving rapid-fire contractions that kept on milking him, kept on making him spurt for even well past his initial climax. She kept that peak going while he struggled to refill his lungs, hardly making it any easier when she lurched back, grabbed her cock and pointed it upwards. Her cum shot hard enough that it arced up out of the water, splattering his chest, hosing down his face, hitting his every single detail while it got into his mouth, his nose, imbuing his senses with musky shark flavour. A collective gasp came from the onlookers as some of that fresh jizz jetted right past his head, streaking along his cheeks and raining over everyone in the splash zone, so to speak, painting patterns across enraptured faces, soaking through their already-wet outfits to mark them one by one.

It took her a while to finally calm down. It wasn't until she'd gushed a gallon or so of hot demon cum that she finally trickled off, letting the last few ropes roll down Tristan's chest and belly while he kept on gasping his way to recovery. Letting go of his collar, she instead rubbed his shoulders for a while, as if comforting him for what she'd just put him through. He squirmed a little, but eventually he caught his breath, and relaxed. The water had cooled down a little. There was plenty of cum floating in it, before vanishing in the drains to be recirculated, leaving Mazzy's mark upon the piece of public property. People were leering as if they expected her to focus on them next, and she gave a few of them a looking over, but her attention was back on Tristan soon after. She licked him, she gnawed him, she squeezed him, and she made sure he was okay, checking him over for any bitemarks she might have inadvertently given him. There was no blood in the water, only their collective cream, and she was content to sit on his knot and let it throb inside her a little longer, for as long as it took to finally soften.

That might have been a while, with her still squeezing on him now and then, if not for the sudden awareness snapped back into him by the commanding voice shouted from just nearby. He turned his head and saw a uniform, and a fanged cat with her arms held out wide in a disbelieving pose while the crowd started to disperse at the sight of an authority figure.

"Mazzy! Really? Again?"