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Well, Tristan wasn't going anywhere for a while. The springtime meltdown meant a whole lot of former snow was flowing through the streets. That, combined with a truly impressive downpour meant the dog was pretty much trapped in his apartment, waiting for it to all blow over. The power was still on for the moment, at least. He could have entertained himself for a while, but he wanted to see his friends. Listening to the rain pounding on his windows was enough to make him nervous that the flooding was going to get worse. At least there were some friendly texts waiting for him.

Just checking on ya! :)

It was followed by a shark emoji and red, black, and yellow hearts. He didn't even have to check the name to know who it was from. It always made him feel better to hear from his favourite chompy friend, and he quickly tapped back a reply while he stretched himself out on his bed, watching the drops rolling down his window.

It's fine so far!

She was almost instant with her reply.

Good! Cuz I'll come rescue you if it gets scary you know!

He smiled at his screen. Her voice was in her head the whole time while he read her words.

Can you rescue me from boredom? :c

I can do that! Be right there!

With a blink at his screen, he started quickly tapping out a reply before it was too late.

Wait what no you're serious aren't you don't go out there

He saw the 'read' checkmark pop up, but she didn't answer. She was probably already out there doing something foolish. If she was more mortal, he might even have been worried about her, but she wasn't exactly normal. Even if she forgot sometimes. She hadn't even told him where she lived, but from what he knew of her, distance didn't really matter. He anxiously awaited for several minutes, glancing out his window but not seeing much. After a few minutes of wondering, his phone buzzed, and he saw another message that was clearly from her.

Come out to your balcony. :D

Part of him didn't want to comply, for fear of it somehow enabling her mischief. Another part of him knew well she was just going to keep waiting for him until he got there. He wasn't wearing anything more than a pair of boxers, but it wasn't like anyone was going to see him through the mist. The moment he cracked the sliding door even slightly, rain started pouring into his apartment. He shielded his face against the blowing droplets and squinted through the haze to try to get a glimpse of the crazy shark. His first instinct was to look down, searching the water rushing by on the flooded street. Of course a shark like her would have swam there.

When he didn't see anything, he almost feared the worst. Not that she was in any danger - but what if? She was a sweetie and he didn't want anything to happen to her in that raging river. His worries got cut short by the sudden rocket of a shark lunging up from the muddy depths, springing right up to his level in a truly impressive leap. She trailed dirty water as she sprang towards him, leaving him no choice but to catch her. Even then, snatching that wet shark in his strong arms, she collided with his chest firmly enough to send him staggering back into his home once more, trailing water everywhere.

"Mazzy! Gah! Hi!"

"Hi! I heard you were bored so I jumped out the window to see you!"

"That's crazy! You're crazy! You -" He stopped, realizing she was dripping all over the living room. "You're soaked! And you smell like flood water! That stuff's dangerous, you know! Well, to non-demons anyway. Let's get you to the shower!"

"But I don't wannnnna," she fussed.

"I'll come with you!"

"Ohhh, in that case, yes."

Despite her agreeing, she still squirmed in his grasp while he hauled her bikini-clad self across his apartment and to the bathroom, dripping all the way. Really, he was surprised she even bothered to put on some swim-wear. It wouldn't at all have been unlike her to just nakedly flop out her bedroom window to come visit him. Her phone fell out from between her breasts while he carried her. She playfully kicked him while he hauled her wriggly form off, just to make it all as difficult as possible. Tristan knew exactly which of Mazzy's parents she got that mischievous side from, and it was the same one that ensured the shark's eyes glowed unnaturally red, even in the low light. Or it probably was anyway.

When he finally managed to wrangle her into the bathroom, he put her down and reached around her soaked form to turn on the water. The hot steam was already a relief on that wet, chilly day. Her fussy demeanour changed quickly when there was warm water to be enjoyed. She stripped out of her two-piece swimsuit with an impossibly smooth single motion, leaving the garments falling from her leopard-spotted body as she hopped over the side of the tub to start getting splashed. The stream ran dark at first as the dirty water washed from her skin, but she was quickly clean enough. Not that she was remotely satisfied with a quick rinse. He knew he would have been waiting for her for a while if he didn't just strip down and casually join her.

"Hey, lemme do your back! You seem all tense! Why's that?" she asked him, wearing that usual sharky grin. As toothy as she was, that smile nonetheless brought him a sense of relief just seeing how happy she was to be with him.

"Well, I was kind of worried about being washed away in a storm. That seems less likely now that you're here though."

"I don't control the weather!" she insisted, as if she'd been accused of that before. "Though if the worst happens, you can always use me as a flotation device."

In case it wasn't obvious what she was joking about, she took a double handful of her own impressively ample bust, hefting those black-nipped shark tits up for him to get a better look at them. As if he wasn't already looking. He would have taken a squeeze right that very moment, but she was insistent about getting behind him. Whether it was for innocent reasons or not remained to be seen, but was happy to comply either way. She was unusually strong for someone of her size and shape, pressing deeply into his taut shoulder muscles with her soaped up hands once he'd assumed the position. The relief and pleasure alike was enough that he had to lean against the wall while she started kneading him.

"Therrrre you go. Lemme get all that stress out of you! I'll suck it out with my fingers!" she joked, probably. Hopefully.

Her work was immediately effective. He found himself slumping, sighing, soothing his way into relaxation. Nothing else mattered when he had a friendly shark rubbing his back. Except maybe feeling a bit embarrassed he was already filling out at the sheath. He couldn't even see her, and yet he was still getting turned on having her breathing on the back of his neck, digging her fingers deeply into his back muscles and working along those fine grooves and divots to snipe the tension lurking beneath. As she did, she gave a little tsk of her lips and click of her teeth.

"Are you overdoing it again? You gotta make sure to stretch and cool down after working out, doggy!"

"Unnf .. " he moaned when she attacked a particularly tight muscle group. "It's not that. Guess I've just been worked up lately. Not in the good way."

"Well! We're going to fix that."

By her tone, he was entirely convinced they were. Also turned on. He couldn't help it. Just being around her, enjoying her company was enough to get him horny for the playful shark. He certainly wasn't the only one feeling it. She worked her hands all the way down past his waistline and took a greedy grip of his muscled butt. He flattened his ears at first, but only because he realized that part of him had tension of its own. She was ostensibly still massaging him while she kneaded those cheeks nearly numb, though when she got close enough to let her bust touch his back, he felt a careless little prod of her cock. That might not have been an accident.

He turned himself around to get a better look at her, as much as he was enjoying the massage. Her grin had somehow grown even wider, as if she'd found more teeth to display, though he noticed a blush on her cheeks. She wasn't just a little turned on, she was fully, solidly hard. That sleek black cock was unusually smooth, shining as it got soaked in the water cascading down her shoulders. Her hair was stuck to her back, her spots were shining brightly, and she was casually throbbing after just a short time spent being naked with him. He was flattered, really. Just to make it clear he didn't mind rushing things in the slightest, he reached out to squeeze her shoulder.

"Worked up, huh? Well, lemme get my hands on that, if you don't mind ..."

"Of course I don't mind!" She stuck her tongue out at him.

This time, it was her turn to lean against the wall. He pushed himself a little closer to her just to overtake her in his bulk. They were about the same height, but he was heavier, easily capable of pinning her a little while he rubbed his body against hers. The water poured over the both of them, splashing off to the side, leaking over the edge, but he couldn't bring himself to care in that moment. Not when he had such a lovely pair of breasts to play with. He brought a moan from the cute shark once he got to groping, in case it wasn't already abundantly clear how much she wanted him to touch. From there, he worked down along her sides, delighting in the feeling of her slightly scratchy skin against his fingers. It was never abrasive or unpleasant, just enjoyably stimulating while he stroked her naked form.

Soon he got down to her dick, and he didn't hesitate to wrap his fingers around the solid spire of pitch black flesh. It stood out from the rest of her brightly coloured form, glossy and smooth, ever so pleasant to stroke. Her grin wavered into more of a pressured, huffing expression from just a few rubs. A smear of pre across his palm just encouraged him to keep rubbing. He pleasured her while pressed close to her, lightly rubbing his own firming shaft against her thigh. Meanwhile, he moved closer and closer to her face, mentally navigating the conundrum of how to kiss a shark. They made the best of what they had.

A tilt of her head to the side, and she laid his lips on his, letting him kiss her teeth while she smooched right back as well as she could. All the while she ran her fingers down his spine until she could take a greedy handful of his ass once more. Before she could get too indulgent, he slowly pulled back from her lips and gave her a little wave of his finger.

"Now now. We're supposed to be washing. Besides, there's barely any room in here."

"But I'm horny now," she teasingly fussed, but she was just as happy to share in the cleaning duties with the big dog.

Soap and shampoo got them plenty sudsy for mutual rubbing. Of course, they didn't hesitate to steal a few more horny gropes in the process, but mostly they were focused on scrubbing each other perfectly clean. Tristan hardly needed a shower, but he was happy to get worked over by his favourite shark and smelling nice. They rinsed off together and finished with a squeezy hug. There was plenty of water on the floor, but he didn't concern himself with that too much. He handed her a towel and they got relatively dry, if not exactly dressed, casually horny for each other but still waiting for the moment. It was time to scoop her up again, or at least he thought so. Instead, he found himself hoisted off his feet in an instant, easily swept into the demon-shark's arms so she could haul him off with ease.

The sight was a silly one, given how much stronger he appeared than her, but she didn't even slow down. Off she went, excitedly giggling while she charged down the hall with a dog laid across her arms as if he were a mere pup. He faintly wiggled his paws and went along for the ride until she crashed her shoulder into his bedroom door. Which thankfully was already open a little, preventing her from knocking it right off the hinges. He had no doubts that she could have. Nor did he find himself unprepared when she refrained from setting him down gently, but instead threw him right across the room to send him crashing onto his own bed. The pillows sprang up into the air from the impact, spilling off the side, and he didn't have time to orient himself from his crash landing before she pounced.

Sailing through the air at him, she seemed to briefly defy gravity before she came thudding down atop his prone form. Soon she squirmed all over him, rubbing her dick against his abs in the process. Sometimes she humped him a little, sometimes she just pressed close for some warm shark snuggles. He couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. Eventually he got a chance to wriggle his hands free from her pin and get them around her. At first he just squeezed her in as firm a hug as he could manage. He was sure she could handle it. After that though, he was all about that spotty butt, clutching it a little possessively while she licked and nibbled on his neck ever so gently.

"You should let me spoil ya," she said out of the blue.

"I doubt I could change your mind! That sounds pretty good anyway ..."

She pecked him on the cheek and then started her slurping while she dipped down along his body. His knotted dick fully pushed from its sheath right around the time she slurped along his pecs, and she kept travelling down his freshly cleaned form until she was smooching his crotch just above his dick. He might have been nervous to have any other shark go down on him, but he knew well that Mazzy was an expert. She was always careful. First she just warmed him up with a few strokes of her tongue along his dick, but she could hardly contain herself. He found himself quite swiftly engulfed in her maw all at once, tantalizing by the ever so slight stroke of her many teeth along the sensitive flesh of his shaft. That tiny hint of danger while she sucked him off got him that much harder between her soft black lips.

"Ahhhh, Mazzy ... you're always so good at this."

"Ethpert," she simply said with her mouth full.

He couldn't argue with that. Not when she was demonstrating her extensive skills with some deep, throat-bulging plunges down on his dick. She didn't choke or even seem to need to stop for breath. It was just one of those reminders that she wasn't exactly mortal, even if she acted like it much of the time. Her eyes glowed upon his increasingly sloppy crotch fur while she drooled her way up and down his cock, wetly sucking him off while he struggled to keep from squirming too much. Eventually it was just too much, and he had to reach down to clutch her lightly by the two-toned hair. Not to get rough with her, but simply to brace himself while he ensured the intensely fine sensations of smooth shark lips and tongue sliding up and down his shaft along with the every so slight stroke of a great many ultra-sharp teeth.

The little extra stimulation ensured he was spurting thickly for her while she bounced and bobbed without a single pause. Her pace was bordering on relentless as he laid the back of a hand on his forehead, moaning towards the ceiling. She bounced and squeaked the bed with the vigorousness of her sucking, tapping her snout against his belly again and again while she loudly schlipped down on his shaft, only to schlurp back up again, even more loudly. Drool mixed with his excess juices while she pleasured him to a peak without a moment's reprieve. She wouldn't let him edge, wouldn't let him savour the feeling of getting so deliciously sucked by a shark.

A little movement of his hips was hardly necessary, but it did plunge him into her throat just slightly deeper. He could already feel her gulping down his pre while she sucked him, knot and all. She positioned his cock just right on her tongue to glide smoothly into the grip of her swallows, draining him of every single drop he could possibly give before he blew his load. It wasn't going to be much longer. He was only mortal. Getting demon-sucked was enough to bring him to a toe-curling, nub-wiggling peak in under a minute. There was no showing off his stamina while he endured her supreme talents. Whimpering for her, he tried to speak her name in praise but didn't get farther than the first syllable.

"Maz -!"

The rest just fell to a yelping, doggish whine while he raised his hips up from the bed, pushing deep into the shark's gullet while he blasted a rich load of canine cum right down her throat. She loudly swallowed it without hesitation, the heavy ullps outright echoing through his cozy bedroom. He emptied his clenching nuts straight into her belly, barely spilling a drop until she rather shockingly slid from him just so she could catch some spunk across her cleavage. She quickly took to rubbing it into her skin as if it were lotion, greedily kneading away, drooling the rest that she hadn't quite swallowed. Ropes of his jizz stretched and snapped between her teeth while she smacked her lips. A little mmmmm, a little giggle, and she was content with a job well done while the dog panted and drooled his way back to reality, coming down from a slight out-of-body experience that was cumming in the sweet shark's mouth.

".... zy," he finished, once he caught his breath. It felt important.

"That's me!" she happily chirped, before licking across her lips exaggeratedly. "You taste so gooooood. I love making you cum. I wanna do it agaaaain."

"I think I ... need a minute," he answered, and saw her playfully pout in his blurred vision. Eventually he recovered enough to prop himself up on his elbows. "And hey! Don't think I'm letting you just pleasure me the whole time. I wanna make the best shark cum too!"

"Well, if you see them, you'd better get 'em off!"

"C'mere you."

He sat up and reached for her, not sure where exactly he was going with things. Soon he found himself gripping her butt again. That was just his natural instinct whenever he was around such a bottom-heavy shark. Well, bottom and top heavy. She had the kind of soft yet supple figure that was just a little too impressive to be believed. Her not-so-natural heritage was cheating, really, but he couldn't complain when it made her so utterly gropable. Eventually, he pulled her a little closer, and she was happy to scoot up on top of him, sitting snugly on his belly. Then on his chest. Her cock looked urgently aroused, pounding, pulsing, dripping as it was, but she gave no sign of that utter need until she had her dick right in front of his face. Only then did she squirm a little, jabbing her hips forward, flinging a strand of her ultra-hot precum across his face. He blinked but happily accepted that little gift of a splash.

His plan was to make her relax for a few minutes while he sucked her off, but there he was, pinned beneath the eager shark while she lipsticked him with her pre-soaked tip. Letting her get on top of him and take control was probably a bad idea. He knew that and he truly didn't care, opening his mouth so she could smoothly mount his muzzle and sink down towards the back of his throat in one firm motion. He did have to tap her butt for a moment to tell her to slow down while he adjusted to the size and girth of her thick shark dick, faintly choking on it a moment before he steadied himself. Talented or not, he didn't quite share her skills, nor her total lack of a gag reflex, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from making his friend feel good.

Slurping wetly down her glossy shaft, he engulfed as much as he could take before pushing her back a little. He knew how much she wanted to just thrust and pound his face. The slight trembles of lust in her thigh muscles told him that. Her restraint was admirable as he sucked his way up and down her inches a few times, swallowing just a little of her while she knelt on either side of his face to keep him firmly in position. Not that he needed the encouragement. Just slicking the taste of that smooth shark cock was enough to satisfy him, to help him ignore his own mortal limits to sloppily suck Mazzy off as best he possibly could.

Soon, he found himself clutching her around the rump again. As much as he knew he was going to pay for it, he absolutely had to give those spotty cheeks another little whap, just for fun. That made her thrust forward and nearly gag him right that very moment, and she didn't relent after that either. It was like the permission she needed to start rutting his muzzle like any other hole. He was just going to have to hold on tight while she started slowly, firmly facefucking him. At least she kept the pace modest to start, getting a feel for his lips, his tongue, his throat while she plunged straight down to leave him glurking and desperately swallowing the sheer excess of juices soon pouring from her flexing shaft. He really had asked for it, and so he was happy to endure, even if it made his head spin.

She smacked him down against the pillows while she rode him, bucking down with little feminine moans of pleasure. Despite stuffing her dick down his throat, she still sounded ever so sweet and cute, all but singing him a little song while she gave him a messy facefuck that sent juices trickling down his chest and chin. Eventually there came the growls as well. Those were some deep, throaty, heavy metal snarls escaping through her teeth while she tossed her head back in rising bliss. He felt her cock bulging with bliss between her lips, plunging straight down to fill him up with her constantly spurting pre. All he could do was guzzle it down, knowing it was only going to get thicker. She was delicious.

As she got lustier and greedier, she scooped her hands behind his head and held on tight while she madly humped, leaving him to simply purse his lips and swallow while she pleasured herself with him. Aside from the occasional squeeze of her butt, at least. He made sure to get those in there, for his own pleasure as much as to indicate that he wanted her to keep going. Ulp ulp ulp went his throat while he swallowed her dick and pre alike, drowning out the occasional muffled whimper that came from him as he became more aware of his own lack of air. Yet something about being with her seemed to push him past his usual limits, to help him achieve fears of sexual stamina he never would have managed with anyone else. Maybe it was something supernatural, or maybe she was just that good.

She bottomed out with her hands wrapped around his skull and his palms planted firmly on her butt, as if to shove her in even deeper. With her plump balls resting on his lower lip, jumping and twitching away with her rising pleasure. The head of her cock bulged as the pressure built. That shark was set to blow. She chomped and gnashed her teeth in the air, drooling slightly while she thudded down the good dog's throat until finally hitting that tremendous peak that kept her nuts taut as they bounced and slapped against him. She tossed her head and let her hair splay down over her face while she erupted in his throat, sending warmth straight down into his belly while he wildly guzzled to keep from going under.

After a few shots straight inside of him, she'd already managed to make a fountain of his muzzle. She had enough mercy and self-control to pull back before she drowned the poor dog, focusing instead on hosing down his entire face while he sputtered and vanished beneath the blanket of fresh shark cream. Panting hot steam with every gasp, he slumped down, releasing her booty at last while she jerked out the last few shots across his chest and gave a satisfied sigh. Not that it made her any softer. She was just as horny as she started, her cock still solid, her balls still giving those constant, urgent flexes that told him she was still ready to fuck anything else he'd give her. He didn't even have the breath to tell her he needed a minute, too busy loudly panting while she loomed, looking utterly pleased. At least she was patient enough to keep from pouncing right away.

"Aww, you look so cute with my cum all over you!" she teased, reaching down to swipe her palm across his face to vaguely assist with the cleanup. "I hope I didn't go too hard on you. Sometimes I kinda forget the whole ... you know. Spooky stuff."

She trailed off at the end, as if she was a bit hesitant to talk about the whole demon thing. That was unusual for her - usually she was proud about it, but maybe she was just having a moment. Tristan didn't mind in the slightest, of course. She'd already proven herself a kind and trustworthy friend. Her true nature hardly meant much to him. Aside from dealing with her exceptional sexual appetites and stamina. That suited him just fine. He weakly reached for her once he found himself recovered a little, and she got a great big squeezy hug that was partly motivated by wanting to eliminate any other doubts and partly by wanting to feel her tits all squished tight to his slowly heaving chest.

"You're still so horny," he gently teased her.

"You're one to talk!"

They had their cocks pressed against each other the whole time, casually throbbing away. The lingering taste of her cumshot on his tongue fuelling him to full, knotty need all over again. He gave her a thrust and he got one back, bringing playful laughs out of them both. A little chomp at the air just made him grin, and he quickly leaned in to smooch her on the snout.

"So. You wanna fuck me or what? You couldn't keep your hands off my butt in the shower, and now here you are, hesitating!" He reached around and gave her a wobble-inducing spank just to spur her on.

"I do! Can I?"

"That's why I asked!"

She was always so sweet about making absolutely sure he wanted something before she went for it. Even when he was obviously pounding away, utterly aching with how horny he was for her. He quite liked the position he was already in, and was happy to lean back and wrap his legs snugly around her waist while she mounted up on him again. She pushed him around with her weight and fussed with his legs until she'd arched him into something like a mating press. The big dog might have looked stronger than her, but he was easily overpowered and pinned, his legs stretched right up, his paws beside his head, and a horny shark plapping down atop his exposed rump to grind her dick on his nub-tail.

"Ahhh, Mazzy. I really need a good pounding. Just go wild, okay? Don't fuss! You know how I like it!"

"Okay! One wild sharkfuck coming up!"

He was caught in such a position that he couldn't do much but take everything she gave him. It wasn't a strain, but it wasn't exactly good for contributing. He squirmed a little, just to have fun with her while she rubbed on him and humped him a few times. It was her idea of foreplay, and it didn't last long. She simply had to go for her target, for that tight hole nestled between two taut, muscled cheeks. He huffed, he groaned, he gave her those little subby dog whimpers he knew she liked, but most of all he simply relaxed and enjoyed himself while she took charge of his body and his pleasure alike.

A few slick grinds along his ring and she started sinking inside, lubed nicely by their previous indulgences and by the natural spurting of her precum that never quite seemed to slow down. The satisfying schlick of wet shark dick pushing into dobie butt came with a collective groan that harmonized between the two of them, leaving them wriggling and clinging to each other. He reached up for her and she took his hands, which was as cute as it was useful in locking him into that position even more tightly. With her spotty ass in the air and her thick tail swinging haphazardly through the room. He was too focused on her to worry about her breaking anything. Including himself.

For as kind as she was, she was still a demon in bed. His face had already endured some of it, but she got herself a little too worked up within seconds of being inside him. A lunging arch of her back and she came slamming down inside of him with a spank of nuts to his nub while she launched into a slightly fearsome, pounding pace. She drove every inch inside of him and rutted him down into the bed while he remained all stretched out and bent in half, kept that way by her forceful pin.

He showed her his teeth in a submissive yelp and half-closed his eyes, but kept them open just enough to watch her twisting expressions as the rapture of fucking a nice tight butt overtook her. From eager, to frightful, to truly demonic, she showed him her every tooth, flicked a forked black tongue, and flashed a red-eyed glare of what looked like fury while she bounced atop his body. That just told him she was enjoying herself. He knew she'd never hurt him, even in the most uncontrolled throes of passion.

The position kept him safely out of chomping range, though she still gnashed at the air as if devouring invisible snacks while she fucked his ass hard. The thud of her body colliding with his rump sent a shudder through his whole body. He watched his shaft bobbing the whole time, balls bouncing with the force of her lusty impacts, milking more and more out of him to pour all over his abs while she stimulated his pleasure button. For all her fury, all her manic, driving, slamming speed, she still made sure every single thrust found its mark perfectly. Grinding on his prostate with each stroke in and out alike, she made sure he was swiftly elevated to a state of toe-curling, ear-flattening, eye-rolling pleasure that left him dumbly drooling for her after just a short time of getting reamed by her delightfully thick cock. It filled him up just right.

When she was so relentless about pleasuring him, his body responded accordingly. He would have loved to have her there, bending him in half while she reamed him all night long, waiting for the storm to wash away. His mortal limits brought that to a swift end. There simply was no holding onto his cumshot when she was so insistently grinding on his pleasure button. He gave a sudden jolt beneath her, bucking up against her pounding pace, and tightened all around her cock.

His doggish whimpers were hardly befitting of a big dobie like him, but he couldn't make any more impressive sounds when he was busy contracting his way through a powerful anal orgasm. She didn't need to so much as brush her fingers along his cock to make him blow his load. The stuffing shove of her cock into his rump was more than enough to drive him all the way to eruption.

There was nowhere to go, no amount of squirming that could keep her from pressing directly down on his most sensitive inner spot while he shuddered his way to a yelping peak that suddenly spurted hard from his cock without much warning at all. His body simply ejected all the cum he had left inside him while she launched into a ruthless final rut to finish off right with him. It wasn't easy to keep ramming him when he was clenching so tight, but Mazzy always found a way. He could hardly even keep track of each individual thrust anymore. It felt like one endless downstroke somehow, thumping him numb while he jizzed himself in the face.

Finally there came her gnashing release while she drooled on him a little, much like a dog herself. He watched those teeth wetly click in pleasure while she shot him full of shark spunk. She wasn't any less productive for having already gushed a load down his throat. If anything, she was even more potent than before. Blasting his belly full and sloshing in seconds, she treated him to an unholy symphony of harmonizing voices all crying out in bliss at once. Some of them seemed more to wail like forlorn souls, while others simply screamed. The result was a very stuffed dobie left sweating there beneath the lovely shark as she came back down to his world, descending from her cumshot high to smile for him once more.

"Hee," she simply spoke, wiggling her hips, still buried deep inside of him. She stayed there a while to let the feeling come back to his extremities. She still wasn't soft.

"Gawd," he told her, and that was that for a while. After that it was just panting, and the occasional pawing at his belly in awe at the volume of shark spunk contained there in so little time. "You're so fun when you're horny. And every other time."

"And I'm still horny!" she fussed, slowly pulling back. She made sure to take it easy on him, only popping free of his ass once she'd dragged her sex-soaked cock out of his rear. Then she gave his butt a little whap for good measure.

"Mm. What's that spotty body craving?"

"It's not about what I want!" she fussed at first, only to lean in close to him so he could feel her words on his face. "Though I kind of need a really good, hard fuck. Like, the hardest you've got. Maybe even harder than that ..."

"What do you mean? Not strong enough for ya?" he playfully pouted.

"That's not what I mean!" She was so adamant about that she flailed her arms around in denial. "I mean just, um, well ... you wanna try something cool?"

The sudden mysterious intrigue on her face meant he absolutely had to know what she meant by that. He didn't even ask for clarification. Instead, he nodded.

"Let's do it. Show me the cool thing."

She slowly slipped from atop him and just stared him deep in the eyes. He found himself unable to blink. When she laid her hands on his chest, it wasn't to grope his pecs, but to transfer a strange sensation of warmth from her body to his. She never moved her lips as a strange chant came from within her jaws, as if spoken from an inner voice not her own. He couldn't make out a single arcane word. Then she closed her eyes and seemingly focused deeply for several seconds, until she couldn't stop vibrating. Eventually, he realized those shudders passing through her body was nothing more than her own suppressed laughter when he gleeful giggles burst free.

"I'm just messing with you. I already did it! That was just a little show."

He blinked. "Oh! Well. It looked pretty cool."

"I thought so!"

"So what's going to hap-hrrrrrgh ..."

It was at the same time a groan of pleasure as it was an outright snarl. He immediately sensed what she'd done to him as his body began to grow. That already impressive physique got even more bulky, and he got taller to balance out his extra girth. His fangs got longer, sharper, his back grew hunched as he sat up sharply from the bed, almost throwing her across the room in the process. She slid away for just a moment to delightedly watch him transform, to watch him go from handsome, athletic canine to drooly, growly weredog. One with an even thicker knot and plumped up knot resting upon two taut, flexing nuts, ready to unload.

He might have been little more than a beast by appearance, but he still had his mind. She hadn't actually made him a monster, only given him the appearance of one. And he loved how it felt. He rose up and hunched his way around the room for a few moments, just getting used to how he felt as his more monstrous self. Then he offered her a grin, which she reflected right back at him. She was excitedly bouncing up and down on her toes, swaying her finned tail, hands clasped behind her back as she awaited his action. In beastly, heaving, thickly knotted shape, his oversized shaft thumped up to his abs while he approached her, loping and dragging his paws, constantly rumbling from within with those properly werewolf-like sounds. If she wanted a rutting, she was going to get one.

Soon he was circling, acting like a shark himself while she watched him stalking her. She wore a mask of delight the whole time, a toothy expression so cute he almost couldn't bring himself to get rough with her. Almost. When he found the right position behind her, he simply pounced, tackling into her at full force, knowing well he couldn't possibly hurt her no matter how much bigger than her he was. She probably could have still easily overpowered him even while he wrestled her to the bed, pinning her facedown across the sex-scented sheets. All those squirms were just for show. If she wanted to turn the tables even on his altered form, she would have been as capable as she was welcome. But he was determined to let her live out the illusion of being overtaken by something stronger.

He made sure to grasp her arms and keep her down while he mounted her thick butt from behind. With his hands busy, he was just going to have to spank her with his cock. A few club-like whuds of his magically fattened dick and knot alike was enough to get the wobble from her spots he desired. She was lean in places, and ever so juicy in others, perfectly cushioned for a feral pounding. He could already hear her moaning before he even started fucking her. Leaning down close to her face, he licked her on the cheek and growled some deeply resonant words directly into one of her pierced ears.

"Miiiiine ..."

"Hee!' came her excited little shriek of a laugh. She wasn't making fun of him, she was just excited.

Not that he wasn't going to get her back for giggling at him when she should have been crying out in bliss. He was just going to have to rut her even harder. Knowing there was no possible way he could break her, no matter how soft and gentle she might have seemed, meant he could shove his dick between her cheeks and just start humping. Wetly spreading her out in seconds, he sank deep into her black-ringed hole, getting snug in that cute shark's booty, pressing her down firmly to the bed to claim her in a forceful, pinning pose. Eventually he got his hands on her hips to pull that ass up higher, and then a palm on the back of her head pushed that sharky face right down into the sheets. It wasn't quite doggy style, but he could still;piston just in proper canine fashion, rapidly humping deeper and deeper into her leopard-spotted butt until he bottomed out with his fat knot pressed hard against her hole.

There he remained for a while, grinding that bulb against her tightly flexing ring, huffing, snorting, and of course drooling plenty. He let his tongue flop right down onto the back of her head, brushing through her hair, giving her a good tasting while he slowly pulled back to ram her with his knot once more. He worked like he was trying to break her down, but she simply bounced back and bucked into him, moaning for him every time. It didn't matter how rough he was with her body. She would always want more, more, more, the insatiable well of lusty greed that she was. And he loved that about her. Clutching tight, gripping her hair, wrapping around to squeeze a tit, he fell into something like a rhythm. Though really it was just him pounding her cheeks as hard as he could, as fast as he could. The alterations she'd gifted him came with an incredible amount of stamina and strength alike.

Sometimes he even gave her a chomp on the neck or shoulders as if just to get her back for all the nibbling she loved to give him. Not that he didn't love it. Mostly though, he was focused on driving his dick into her again and again, bulging her trim belly with the shape of his canine cock, mashing his knot against her and stretching her a little more each time. Anyone else would have been broken by then, but she was busy singing him a song of sharkish pleasure, mixing musical notes with sheer moans and groans, and occasional snorty grunting when she was feeling a little less elegant. Her own shaft slipped back and forth along the sheets, sliding in a stream of her own pre while it utterly gushed from her. He smacked her with that knot harder and harder, determined to get it inside of her tight butt, no matter how hard she squeezed down on him. It wasn't long before he got his wish.

The slurping, schlicking, slide of his wet knot came with the grand conclusion of a great big POP as he finally wedged it in her butt. He let it bulge inside her for a few moments, only to start yanking back out just as roughly. Oh no, he wasn't done rutting her yet. Not when her soft butt felt so good wrapped around his weredog dick. He yanked it free of her with an equally slurp, splashing his own precum down her thighs in the process, and then shoved it in again just as hard. She was positively wailing for him, sharply crying out when she wasn't simply gasping.

That he could make someone as secretly powerful as her make so much noise for him brought him a certain swell of pride that kept him knotfucking her just as relentlessly as she'd taken him, smashing his body down into hers, bouncing the bed up and down, shaking the whole room until his poor framed photos rattled right off the walls. He could worry about those later when he wasn't knot-deep in tight shark rump.

Lunging with destructive intent, he slammed that knot all the way inside her and wrenched it back just as harshly. The whole shape of his oversized cock pushed out beneath her smooth belly when he buried himself inside her. It would have been too much for anyone but her. Even knowing he could never hurt her, he still tried to push her past her limits, to truly blow her mind with the power of his impassioned thrusts. Or if nothing else, he could impress her with how much he loved that butt. Either outcome was good.

He gnawed, he slurped, he panted in her ears while he drooled right into her soft raven and red hair. When he felt the veins bulging on his cock, his balls and taint alike flexing taut with the pent up pressure inside him, the ecstasy flowing like an endless tap through his every vein, his first instinct was to let loose with a haunting howl, flooding his apartment with the sound as if to beat back the storm with his mighty voice.

She joined in with him, outright growling her way through a grinding, knot-stuffed orgasm. He finally buried that bulb inside her butt and kept it there for her to clench on while she climaxed around his dick. A shudder, a twitch, and a deep, powerful series of cock-milking contractions ensured they were sweetly synced in shattering bliss while they soaked each other in the perspiration of their collective passion. Mazzy shrieked until she had no choice but to maul the hell out of one of his poor pillows. Stuffing flew through the air while Tristan bottomed out inside her, pouring a load of hot dog cum straight into her belly while she painted the sheets in all the excess jizz her clenching nuts helped produce.

They unloaded for each other until the shark was writhing in a puddle of her own cum, her bloated belly sliding back and forth through the hot, musky mess. The rest trickled down from her teeth when her middle proved too swollen and the seal of his knot kept any from gushing back out of her. She drooled his spunk by the time he was done cumming under that thick shark tail. He joined her in the salivating, tongue flopped out on the back of her neck, steamy pants escaping her jaws.

"Tristaaaaan," she simply whined at first, seemingly exhausted at least. For all of five seconds. Soon after, she perked back up with a chipper comment. "You're such a good werewolf!"

"Rrrowlf," he simply said, a growl of a statement.

"Just leave that in me a while. I'll keep it warm!" She gave a little wiggle to tease at his still-swollen knot, coaxing one more little spurt out of him that sent a jolt through his body.

He wasn't getting any softer. His knot remained wedged inside her butt, stuck good, and no amount of yanking would have pulled it free right then. Half of him wanted to just mount up and go for another round with her jizz-stuffed butt, but the rest of him was happy to contentedly collapse on her back for a while. That was supposed to pin her down, but she easily supported his weight for a few seconds before she realized what he was trying to do and properly flopped down beneath him to wear him like a blanket. A sigh escaped her and he just happily licked her everywhere he could reach while he remained tied with her lovely form.

"Thanks for coming over, Mazzy," he said at last when he remembered how to form words with his extra-drooly weredog tongue.

"Anytime! I really mean anytime! You can summon me!"

"With a text or a pentagram?"

"Either one!" She laughed and gave a little buck of her hips as if to tease him into another fuck, but he was truly drained, and too content to think of anything but squeezing her for a while.

"Well. I think I'm just gonna stay like this for a while. You're comfy. And you taste good." He slurped her neck again for emphasis. "So, um. Does this spell or whatever last a while or?"

"A little longer," she happily told him, sighing down into a nice, snuggly groove between his enhanced muscles. "Just a little longer."

It was still storming out there, but he could hardly be nervous with the sweetest shark friend around. If he wasn't knotted deep inside her from behind he would have been making out with her, but slurping was going to have to suffice. Her rough skin tickled his tongue and her little murmurs let him know she liked what he was doing. The raindrops on the window had made him nervous before she got there, but now they were nothing more than background noise to his contentment, snuggling the shark, expressing his admiration and affection with his body when he couldn't quite find the words. He knew she'd always be for him, for fearful, lonely, and horny moments alike.