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So, he had two questions. Or maybe it was more one question in two parts. First off, why was there a naked, giggling shark with glowing red eyes hiding in his closet? And second, just how long had she been waiting in there for the sole purpose of bursting out and tackling him to his own bed, overpowering him in under a second with a flash of teeth and claws alike. She wasn't even as big as him, but she was impossibly stronger, holding him down with her hands firmly grasping his wrists, sitting on his middle, keeping him in place while she loomed above, her many teeth locked in a positively demonic grin mere inches from his face. By all means, he should have been afraid, but the leopard-spotted pattern she had to her bare skin made him realize what he was dealing with.

"Oh! You must be Mazzy!" Tristan exclaimed once he recovered his senses.

"Yuh!"

"And you seem to have pounced me."

She gave a wild nod. "Yes!"

"This is totally what Mahiri was hinting at, wasn't he? I tell him all about my silly little fantasy of getting surprised by someone I only kind of know, and he's winking and saying maybe it'll come true soon. He's not much for keeping secrets."

"Aww, you were expecting it?" Her expression fell somewhat, though the grin never left her face.

"Sort of! This is still, um, a pretty big surprise!"

"Good! Hi! I'm shark. And you're mine!" There was a flare of fire behind her eyes, one bright enough to reflect upon the walls of the doberman's bedroom, her body shuddering with violent, silent laughter. Then she relented, and her eyes almost looked like a normal pair again, but for the colour. "If you're okay with that. Otherwise it's illegal."

He just shot her a grin, though even flashing all his teeth at once could hardly compare to a shark's gloriously jagged visage.

"Do demons even care about laws?"

"Uh huh!" She nodded again. "If we want to. And I do! It's important!"

"Well, consent granted!"

There was that fire again, gleaming in her eyes as she whipped out a forked tongue to slowly draw over her many teeth, one at a time. It was a gesture that took a while, producing the slick sound of spreading her saliva along those jagged edges. Somehow, she kept from hurting herself in the process. Only when she was done with that elaborate show did she speak again, still wearing that maniacal look despite how gentle her words came.

"If you end up needing me to stop or anything just say so," she whispered, leaning in to his ear, flicking her tongue at it like a snake, acting like they were the most seductive words ever spoken.

He nodded, and that was all the warning he got before she was lunging for him again. Her teeth came for his face so quickly that he flinched hard, sinking down into the bed as if to disappear right into the mattress. It couldn't save him from her jaws, and he fully expected to lose a part of himself with how aggressively she came at him. He even whimpered when she clamped down on one of his pointy ears, his arms tensing in her grasp as if ready to try to shove her off of him, just by instinct. Somehow, that ended up being a gentle chomp, coming down on his ear with terrible speed up until the last moment where she stopped just short, carefully nibbling. He could feel the sharp points of her teeth pressing against his skin, but none of them gave him so much as a pinch despite how much potential damage they could do to him without even hardly trying.

The relief that came over him like a cool wave, looking up at the spotty shark as she sat there pinning him down, her weight feeling like it was a dozen times what it actually was. He hadn't really had a chance to look her over yet, in all her leopard-coloured glory, curvy and ample, almost unreal, to be honest. A set of sharktits like that shouldn't have been that buoyant, seemingly almost weightless with how perky they were on her chest. The rest of her body, soft and shapely, certainly supported her extra curves. Plus, he couldn't miss just how comfortably her balls were resting on his belly, the smooth white set snugly planted there above her pitch black cock. She wasn't quite sitting right on his dick, but her pillowy booty was close enough he was already twitching and firming up, his sheath bulging in his pants. He wished she'd let his hands free so he could at least unbuckle his belt, but though that apparently wasn't in the cards when she started summoning something.

It still took some getting used to, that sort of thing. Sure, demons being real people who you could hang out with one thing, but it was easy to forget what they actually were until they did something like that. The shackles glowed an eerie crimson, looking for a moment like they might have been red hot, though they were simply cozy. They simply manifested at Mazzy's will, and he heard a solid clack as they locked in place, pulling taut despite not being visibly attached to anything. Up went his arms, splayed out in a Y, and another set snapped around his ankles to complete the X. They were surprisingly comfortable, adjusted just right to avoid cutting off the circulation despite being manifested from the void, or however it worked.

Then there came the flames. They really weren't necessary, but there they were, swirling all around his bedroom, surrounding their two bodies in crackling hellfire. He wasn't sure whether she'd simply summoned up the flames, or transported him and his bed into hell itself, but either way, it was hot. Sweat was forming on his body, and hers too, making his clothes feel like more and more of a burden as they stuck to his sweltering form. She took care of that soon enough, his clothing slowly running off his body, spontaneously liquefied before simply floating away as mist. He was steaming his own clothes off with the body heat he was putting out, and she was only matching his sweltering state, her sharkskin glistening brightly with the reflection of their fiery surroundings, her sultry spots coated in sweat. The shine only made her look curvier.

"I'll get them back for you. Your clothes, I mean," she assured as she slowly started rubbing herself on his now-bare midsection.

Thanks to all the lubricating sweat they'd worked up between them, she could slip and slide all over him with ease. There was something truly delicious about her scent, the more he basked in her overheated presence. Sweet, sultry, savoury - it was everything he could want in a good musk and then some. He was about to get a whole lot better acquainted with it as she made her way slowly up along his body, sitting on his chest, planting her knees on either side of his head, letting her dick eclipse his vision. The thick, turgid throbs running through it were enough to make her whole body shiver a little, the bed beneath them squeaking. She was just out of tonguing range, so he had to settle for licking his chops while he breathed in her shark-flavoured heat.

Then she was on top of him, putting her weight right down on his face, her balls snugly smacking right around his muddle as she buried his nose between them. He didn't hesitate to take a good, long sniff, filling his mind and his senses alike with that delicious warmth. She wasn't subtle about grinding on him, giving his face a solid humping, pressing hard, thrusting. Her balls were slapping against his lips over and over, then up and down, making sure she got her sack shoved up against the majority of his face, and he soon got his tongue involved in turn. It was difficult to keep up with her enthusiasm, but he did his best, putting his sloppiest slurps to solid work as he licked her from dick to taint, slathering every single detail of her sack with his hot spit, sucking down her flavour until he was moaning from the taste alone.

His tongue was wet at the best of times, and it was absolutely dripping once he got her taste in his mouth. She was giggling to herself the whole time, sounding almost like a hyena as her body-rattling chuckles shuddered down her spine, shaking the bed beneath them. The steady thud of her balls to his face felt like it should have hurt one or both of them, but she went on unflinchingly, rising and falling as she playfully teabagged him like she were trying to rouse him from a coma. He could have slipped into one, with how deeply he was enjoying her musk, though instead he settled for opening his mouth right up for her, giving her a target for dipping her nuts directly onto the back of his tongue. He was nearly swallowing them as he sucked them stuffing his cheeks like a squirrel as he schlurped down hard on those delicious balls, squinting his eyes and then just shutting them as her pre dripping right down onto his forehead with a steady plip, plip, plip.

The act of sucking her balls meant he was drinking her sweat in thick drops, and that was all the reward he needed to keep him motivated. He felt her fingers working over his scalp, a set of long claws digging in to give him the most tingly of headscratches while she rode his face. She wasn't relenting, shoving deeper and deeper, until he was just an inch away from deepthroating her sack. The force of it all had him nearly upside down, his feet leaving the bed as she thumped his face. It was getting harder to breathe properly, but he kept his eyes shut and simply savoured the moment, in no rush for it to end, almost disappointed when she relented and raised herself back up, popping her nuts free of his muzzle with a sloppy splat. When he opened his eyes back up, he didn't see much. She'd changed her position, and was coming right back down, this time with her thick tail lifted high, and her ample butt aimed right for his face.

She wasn't gentle, either. It was a good thing her ass was so soft, because she pretty much just threw herself on top of him. The impact stunned him slightly, his muzzle shoved right up between her sweaty cheeks, getting him immersed in that all-encompassing smother while she bounced that booty on his face. She got herself twisting her hips back and forth, grinding right down, kissing her rim right to his lips, all but forcing him to make out with her backside. Not that she had to convince him, soon getting what she wanted in the form of his tongue firmly caressing her hole, slathering and slicking it up with the generous amount of drool he was producing. She certainly wasn't letting him breathe, but he wasn't too worried about that when he had a plump, round shark rump to eat out until he got her to give him a sharp, delightful moan.

The way she huffed and groaned in pleasure atop his face like that was outright musical, a pleasing song of bliss that was almost too gentle for someone as wild-looking as her. She made up for it by adding a thunderous growl to it all. Tristan had heard that noise before, though it wasn't nearly so fearsome the other times. This one sounded oddly unnatural, echoing and droning in ways that were fittingly demonic, leaving with the sense that there was another voice, just below her own, speaking forbidden words just below a perceptible volume. He couldn't bring himself to actually be afraid of her, though. Something about her presence simply radiated peace and calm, as if getting his face smothered by a thick, sweaty butt was the more relaxing thing in the world.

"Unngh!" came her sudden grunt, sounding either exasperated or angry. "Too horny. Can't even ... wait."

Her arousal was still pulsing away, and he could feel her spurting some juices onto his belly, or even as far as his own cock. He'd firmed right up in the process of getting teabagged by her, of course, and his knot was thickly bulging at the base already. It usually took longer than that, but these were special circumstances. Just when she felt his chest starting to burn, she pounced her way off of him, crawling along the bed, circling his prone form with her tail swishing. She couldn't have looked more feline in that moment, though her shockingly sharp grin added that splash of sharkish spice to her appearance as she looked ready to lunge at him at any moment. Instead, she just ran her claws along his belly.

"I just wanna fuck you stupid right now. But that seems like rushing things."

She ever so slowly stroked and scratched her way down his middle, making her way to his hips. There was such strength to her, even if she was gentle, squeezing into his thigh muscles hard enough he could feel it in his feet. Those toothy jaws of hers were mere inches from his cock as she slid her way down along his body, admiring and groping, and he couldn't help but flinch when she gnashed her teeth right in front of his thumping arousal. She wasn't going to hurt him, he was still pretty sure, but wow could she ever if she wanted. Instead, she was parting those chompers, letting her forked tongue slip out, flicking it like a snake before she started stroking and licking. And coiling.

There was an alarming demonic flexibility to her tongue, allowing her to curl it around and around his cock, starting at the top and working towards the base. It could squeeze too, putting some pressure on his knot, digging in and giving him a squishy constriction while she drooled on his inches. She worked it like that a while, stroking his entire length, tip to balls, before snapping her tongue back off with a fling of spit that reached all the way to his face. He could feel orgasm welling up in his body, tensing his legs, making his head all fluttery, but he stopped short when she moved on to toying with other parts of him. Instead, he was just a dripping mess, constantly spurting, biting his lower lip, his eyes narrowed and barely taking in his fiery surroundings. Somehow his bedroom still seemed intact, if that was even where they were anymore.

Down she went, flashing her teeth again. This time she did use them, and he couldn't help it, he let out a scared whimper when she saw her clamping down on his leg. She's already proven she could control herself and keep from shredding him, but the apparent force she put into that bite looked like he was about to lose a limb. Instead, she dug deep into his thigh, squeezing and nibbling, but not doing him any harm. Well, maybe a little. It was going to leave a mark, but she wasn't drawing blood, most importantly. Working her jaws down his leg, she chomped her way to his foot, slipping her teeth around his ankle and om-nomming a few times. She even made the sound, despite her tongue being busy flicking over his pawpads, teasing and tickling him while she got those urges out of her system.

She made her way back up with her tongue, as if kissing all his bitemarks better, briefly licking at his balls and shaft before moving on to his midsection. There was such dexterity to her slurps, working into his muscles, swirling complex patterns through the crevices of his abdominals. Then she was up onto his chest, crawling over top of him, laying her cock snugly against his own to faintly grind while she approached his throat. He found himself gritting his own teeth once he felt hers on his neck, his breath coming short as she bit and squeezed a moment. He never choked, but she did restrict his breathing, leaving his heart throbbing just that much harder. She was dangerous, but nothing she was doing hurt exactly. Maybe she was in control of herself, for now.

Her speed was just as startling as everything else she did. He couldn't even track her movements. One moment she was down on top of him, rubbing her cock against his, biting and licking his neck, and the next she leapt right up to sit atop his dick, pinning it down beneath her taint and balls. Sliding back and forth a few times, she looked him over, tipping her head this way and that, vibrating on the spot. It sounded like she might have been purring, or it might have just been those shuddering giggles passing through her. Either way, she was bouncing, unable to hold still, rubbing her hands up and down her own curves in her excitement. She finished that self grope with a hard squeeze of her own tits, digging her fingers into her cushy tits so deeply she looked like she was trying to crush them. That brought a sharp 'nnh!" from her, and then she was glaring at him, lashing her tongue over her teeth, convulsing with ambition and desire.

"Rrrrrr," she purred, or growled. "Look at you. Such a good doggy, behaving himself for me! A proper dog needs a collar! Let me think!"

She did exactly that, pressing two fingers to her temples as if she were channelling some sort of psychic powers, humming to herself. Nothing happened for several seconds, and then there was some sort of metallic clank as something fell to the ground. Mazzy looked over her shoulder and snickered loudly.

"Still getting the hang of this," she said as she leaned over to grab whatever had fallen.

When she came back up, she was holding a thick, leather collar, equipped with some nasty-looking spikes and a jingling nametag that read "SHARKSLUT" in big, elaborately engraved letters. A long leash was attached to it. She winked at him and crawled towards his face once more.

"You're going to look so cute wearing this. Though, I mean. I'm mostly going to be looking at your ass."

Rather than carefully apply it to his neck, she instead pretty much just threw it at him. Her aim was true, and it was wrapping around his throat on impact. He heard a solid click as it locked together, though from what he could tell there was no buckle, or other fastening mechanism. It was simply a solid strap, unbreakable and sealed in place, fitting him comfortable but offering very little give when he angled his head this way and that to test it. He was just going to have to get used to wearing it, at least for a while. It jingled brightly with his slightest movement, and if he tilted his head too far to the side the spikes dug into his cheeks. They were truly impressive, great sharp chunks of metal. He was certain he must have looked suitably badass.

He was surprised to find his range of motion extended when she released those chains from his wrists. It was less unshackling him and more shooing them away, a dismissive motion with her hand causing them to retreat back into the void from whence they came. Or whatever. He sat up briefly, rubbing at his wrists, stretching out his legs, but he didn't get far before she was upon him. It wasn't fair, she didn't even wind up, or crouch and calibrate to inform him that such a powerful, catlike pounce was coming at him. She simply knocked him flat in an instant, hitting him hard enough that his legs kicked right up in the air, his head slamming into the soft mattress hard enough to make it sink down to the floor. The frame was creaking, maybe even crunching from the force they were inflicting upon it, and he could only stare up at her with a grin as she seized hold of the leash attached to his inescapable collar. And tugged.

It was hard to tell what she was doing to him, in that tangle of limbs that resulted. She was wrestling with him, locking him in an assortment of holds before just overpowering him and shoving him to the bed again. This time, he was on his face, his muzzle planting directly into the mattress, her tits soon pressed up against his shoulderblades, smooshing down hard on him. She yanked him into position, grabbing him here and there to adjust him just right. His hands were planted, his head tilted upwards, tugged by the tension of that leash, and most importantly, his ass was bare and exposed to her, offering the perfect spot to plap her cock as she thumped it between his cheeks, smearing a great big mess all over his taint and his balls, getting him soaked and marked before she even fucked him.

The way her rumbly growls revved up, she sounded more like some sort of demonic machine, the sounds coming from behind her clenched teeth almost metallic in quality. She was biting him hard all over, gnashing at his shoulders, his ears, his collared neck, but she never drew any blood. Slightly too much pressure and she could have easily pierced his skin, but she maintained such self-control and precision that it could only be called supernatural. Her cock was a great slick mess of juices, completely coated from tip to base, and it was perfectly slippery to shove up against his tight hole. It wasn't the first time he'd ever been fucked, but it was definitely his first time with a cackling shark demon, her laughter ringing in his ears as she chomped all over him, sinking her shaft deeply inside of him in a long, smooth motion, not stopping until she heard her balls soundly thump against his own.

She held that for a time, fitting her teeth around the back of his skull, giving a harmless gnaw. It even felt good in a way to have her chewing on him like that. He might have called it a massage, if a strange and dangerous one. There wasn't much that was elegant about how she fucked him, but he couldn't complain. She seized control of him and rutted him like a beast, accelerating from a slow internal grinding against his prostate to a full-bodied, rolling pound. She slathered him with her own drool as tongue and teeth worked in tandem across his body, her sweat pouring upon his back while she viciously fucked him under his short little stub of a tail, throwing in a truly spine-chilling snarl now and then. It was partly feline, partly something else, the horrible growls of something dark and depraved spilling from the mouth of the fun-loving shark, filling the room with a fearsome sound to go along with the juicy slap of balls to balls, hips to butt, each stroke of sharkdick between his cheeks sounding slicker than the last.

He tried to keep himself up, to stay on his knees and let her take him doggy-style, but she was just too much for him. His strength failed, his arms buckled, and he found himself falling right on his face as her collapsed to the bed beneath her onslaught. Closing his eyes, he let his fingers slowly curl into his palms, clenching his fists, his mouth hanging open to allow his tongue to flop out and soak the sheets with his drool. Little whimpery sounds were the best he could do, far from manly but for the occasional moan. It wasn't just how hard she was fucking him, working her hips impossibly quick, drumming a steady blastbeat upon his muscled backside. She knew just how to grind, how to put as much pressure on his prostate as possible until he thought it might burst from the blissful assault. He was shooting pre harder than he usually climaxed, his body overtaken by a pleasure that wasn't even meant for a mere mortal like him. The best he could do was pant and punch the bed, trying not to lose his mind or his head as she recklessly, ruthlessly, toothily unleashed her inner lunacy upon him.

It was getting hard to think. His eyes were threatening to simply roll back in his head as if he were about to slip into mindless dreams, fucked stupid by the horny shark. By then she was slamming in so hard, so wetly, that she was flinging juices out in all directions, each thrust a messy slap that squirted halfway across the room. The scents were overwhelming as the fiery heat only grew more intense, closing in on them but never quite igniting the sheets. It wasn't normal fire, and she wasn't a normal shark, which explained how she could keep herself at such a brutal pace without ever tiring, nor ever actually hurting him. He was simply along for the ride, and when he let his head dip down, teasing his way towards the tempting call of unconsciousness, she gave his leash a hard tug, or even spanked his ass with an open palm, jolting him right back into the sloppy, steaming moment, until his entire body tensed up at once, every muscle from his temples to his toes flexing taut to properly express how incredible the sudden climax rushing through him felt.

He sounded more startled than anything. It was far from a masculine grunt of pleasure, more like something had just jumped out at him and sent him yelping in surprise. There was a shock to it. Even after all that buildup, the actual peak he reached was somewhere far beyond sanity. He didn't just blow a load, he blew several, all at once, his cum soaking him from belly to chest, trickling right up towards his muzzle as he gushed hard enough to jerk his hips back with every sheet-soaking shot. That just had her slamming him right back down again, finally collapsing the bed beneath them as it thudded to the floor, the legs snapping. At first he thought that was his own bones breaking, the pain numbed by the ascendancy of orgasm, his eyes shut tight and his lower lip quivering as he whimpered her way through that massive cumshot, laying in a pool of his own cream, his balls still clenching and trying to churn up more even when he ran dry and couldn't possibly shoot anymore. And that mess was all before she filled him.

It was hot. Of course it was, but this was unusually so. It was demonic cum, after all. He could already feel it working in him, corrupting him from within. Or maybe that was just an illusion, brought on by his barely-conscious mind as he swirled its way through mesmerizing realms of once-unknown pleasure. Either way, he whimpered and he barked, a delighted, willing vessel for the endless torrent of shark seed, packing his belly full and making it loudly slosh with his every twitch, until it was taut. He was even drooling it as it overfilled him and reached the back of his throat. It trickled from his open mouth, further soaking into the musk-marked mattress while she turned him into a living condom. Despite the sloshing expansion, he remained blissed-out in his enduring climax, his body tensing and squeezing on her dick, helping to milk out every drop of precious cream as seconds turned to minutes, and her snarling, tooth-gnashing peak remained constant, feeling like it would never cease. He'd just stay there, drenched and defeated, held at her command by the leash attached to his collar, the accessory eternally asserting what a good boy he was.

It was only after several minutes that he was starting to question the integrity of his own body. She sensed this, pulling out before he became truly overstuffed, hosing him down from butt to ears in what remained of her oozing orgasm. He couldn't see, but it felt like she was painting intricate patterns over his back with all that cum, perhaps drawing him his own set of pretty leopard spots, but she was probably just splattering him indiscriminately. She spurted right on that stretched and overflowing hole of his, cumming between his cheeks before working her way up and back down again, ensuring she was thorough in the musky markdown. He remained sprawled even as she relaxed the tension on his leash, kneeling there above him, keeping hold with one hand while she rooted around for something with the other. He wasn't sure where she had found such a thing, given how nakedly she entered the scene, but even through the haze of lusty afterglow that kept him near to paralyzed, he distinctly caught the sound of a phone's camera clicking, capturing the image of his rutted and destroyed body, covered in her cum and various bitemarks.

He would have been more embarrassed if it wasn't for her playful giggle. She was neither breathless nor subdued, just as energetic as ever despite cumming enough to fill a bathtub, or so it felt. She got a picture from every angle, leaning and scooting around on the bed behind him, and he didn't do a thing about it. He was far too wrecked to pose for her, but she didn't seem to mind. A little clicking and blipping around on her phone, and she was giving him that silly, musically-unhinged laugh again, squeezing his cum-streaked butt as she teased him.

"There we go! All uploaded. And it's already got a dozen ... no, two dozen likes!" She grinned so hard he could hear her teeth clacking together, though then her tone fell to disappointment. "Aww. And now I'm banned again. Isn't showing off the whole point of social media?"

She paused as if she were waiting for a response, but the best he could give was a little huffing groan, as if awoken from a deep sleep.

"Don't worry. I've got them all backed up. And I hope to take lots more! I like you. We should do stuff like this more often! Catdad was totally right about you."

He finally found some semblance of his voice, in the form of a trembling falsetto mockery of his usual speaking tone.

"And just what did he say about me?"

"Lots of things! "All good!" She tossed her head, flinging her red-streaked locks into the air as she triumphantly cackled above him. "But the stuff I mainly remember is that you've got a tight ass. And you make cute noises when you get fucked. Both of these things were totally accurate."

He felt his cheeks going even hotter than the rest of his body already was. But he couldn't argue with that. When his vision started to return, he got a better look at his own bedroom. He half expected it to be a scene of fiery destruction, but aside from the ruined bed beneath them, all was as it should have been. The flames had receded, and there were no scorch marks in their wake. Even his outfit, seemingly turned to ash or whatever, were laid out over his dresser, perfectly intact. She hopped up, leapfrogging over his head but falling short, tapping her balls on the nape of his neck a few times before dragging them upwards for one last tease. He didn't get a chance to ask what she was doing before he gasped as his bed lifted back up, the legs sealing back into one piece where they had collapsed while she worked to fix them without a word. Everything was as it should have been once more, aside from himself.

His ability to move remained limited as she strolled around in front of him, beckoning to his collar as if it were itself a pet. It leapt from his throat and into her hand, jingling along as she bent right down to grin in his face.

"You're fun. I should let you do your stuff, but I definitely wanna visit again! Maybe next time I'll even ask first! Unless, you know. You don't want me to."

The way she winked made his heart leap, but he could only offer a smile in return. His voice had regained some of its former strength, though it still quavered here and there.

"You're always invited, Mazzy. Just one request." He kept her in suspense a moment just so he could gasp down some more air. "Bring the collar next time, too."

"Well, yeah! Of course I will! You need your proper outfit, sharkslut!"

It was hard to tell, but the way she pressed her bare teeth against his cheek, lightly nibbling, might have been her version of a kiss. He felt the work of her tongue caressing him, swiping off a little of his and her cum alike, but that was the best he was going to get for a cleaning. Her scent had soaked deeply into him, marking his fur, and his skin beneath. Maybe it was even on his soul. He didn't know a lot about how demons worked. But aside from the daze and the numbness, he had survived his first encounter with one hardly any worse for wear. He watched her swishing that thick tail of hers, swinging her spotty booty towards his bedroom door, collar in hand, disappearing into the night faintly singing to herself, and the only thing he wondered was when she was going to tackle him again. If their first encounter was anything to go by, it could have been any moment at all, days, weeks, or maybe just mere minutes in the future. There really was no predicting someone like her, and he was perfectly content to see what sinful pleasures the chompy ball of chaos could show him next.