Shark Madness

Matafao, a deserted island the locals of nearby Tutulia Island avoid; an island harboring a madness that none wish to speak of, a madness thought to be buried in the past.

Walking out of his self-constructed English-style house, Henry stared out at the ocean before him, the Pacific air filling his nostrils as he loosened up with a large stretch. His wife Claire hadn’t been in the bed when he’d woken up, heading out early once again to the dig site a stone’s throw north from their lavish dwellings on Matafao. He stood pleased with the tropical morning weather, his short shaggy brown hair fluttering in the wind as he put on his academic glasses.

“Well,” Henry said unenthusiastically, “I suppose I should get dressed and meetup with that restless wife of mine.” He rubbed his eyes and yawned. He wasn’t much of a morning person. “This calls for some beans!” He shuffled back inside to brew a batch of coffee.

After getting his fill of breakfast and freshening up Henry marched out towards the excavation site where he was certain he’d find Claire. Often when making the hike out to the site he’d think of just how far he and his wife had come from their first meeting at college so many years ago. Both were foolhardy youths and aspiring Archaeologists. Both were quite attractive too; Henry had a lean, grizzled look with well-trimmed facial hair, and Claire sported wavy jet-black shoulder-length hair and fair curves for how tall she was.

However, it was both of their choices in attire that first caught each other’s attention. Henry had his light button-up shirt and blue-black tie and charcoal dress pants, while Claire, the more eccentric of the two, looked like someone straight out of the 1920s mafia, with a dark vest worn over a white button-up shirt with rolled up sleeves and the collar flipped out over the top. She wore dark colored pants as well and a red-sometimes-purple tie.

Their laughter over each other’s outfits got them talking. Soon after, they both began studying together, staying together, graduating together, chasing the same impossible goal together. That goal was to prove a myth, a myth that originated from the island where they now lived.

The people on the nearby island of Tutulia pass around the tale of Matafao like a warning. After gaining citizenship and moving from their homeland to permanently live along the island chains that included Tutulia and Matafao and settling down on the Island of myth itself; that’s when warnings came loudest.

The locals had brushed off Henry and Claire’s periodic trips to Matafao, but when they had discovered something huge enough that it spurred the decision to move onto the island itself, they couldn’t stay quiet any longer, fearing for the couple’s safety as well as their own.

The myth spoke of a very large tribe that supposedly disappeared on island long ago. They did in fact exist, but that they hadn’t disappeared… but left. Not only left, but turned into beasts that roamed the seas nearby and terrorized the other islands.

Henry and Claire from their own studies were intrigued by a sort of Easter Island scenario that they could possibly solve. No other archeologists where interested in this island and its lost tribe, making it a fertile opportunity for themselves to make a monumental discovery they could claim their own. They brushed off the locals warnings as nothing and simply laughed at the claims they made next.

The tale the locals told was of a tribe, large in numbers and very resourceful, choosing to break free from the main island tribes. They felt their own deities to be of more importance than those the mainlanders worshiped. Theirs were gods of excess and primal principals, shark gods that they claimed would provide them with abundance of food and great hunting prowess. The mainlanders were glad to see the tribe leave and settle on the nearby Matafao, feeling they only worshiped violent gods and that it would only lead to disaster.

After the “incident” a member of the wayward tribe returned to the mainland with word of what had happened. The deserter said that the tribe had done fine for quite some time until they quickly realized food and resources where much scarcer on the island compared to Tutulia. They refused any notion of going back to the mainland tribes and were sure their gods would come to their aid. As a sacrifice to their gods they cast a woman over a large cliff into the sea. She did not die though and emerged from the water as a beast! She appeared in the form of the gods themselves, a shark raised from the waters given human form. It appeared as both man and woman and quickly feasted on several tribesmen.  

After it getting its fill and seeming done, the tribe desperately threw themselves before the beast pleading for their lives. The beast spoke words of assurance before defiling several members of the tribe. Those violated were slowly consumed by madness, their former selves giving way to insatiable hungry beasts. The madness spread like fire across the island. Some were eaten; most where turned into those monsters. The one who told this tale was given refuge, but he warned that they would come for them all.

It was said that for many years ungodly shark creatures terrorized the local fishing villages of many of the island chains near Tutulia. However they never once touched Tutulia as it’s said their deities kept them safe. Eventually the sharks of Matafao disappeared and faded into myth.

This warning meant little to Henry and Claire then and certainly meant little to them now. They had recently discovered a large series of relics and excavations of old straw and wood island dwellings on the north side of the island near a large seaside cliff. Henry had finally arrived, exhausted from the hike as always.

Hearing him huffing from afar Claire called out, “You come out here near every day and yet still the hike kills you.”

“Flat feet remember!” he replied from a distance. “You could show a little more concern.” He quickly made his way down a small slope and into the site and up to his wife and pecked her on the cheek.

Claire chuckled. She felt her man wrap his arms around her; intrigued by her find she was dusting the dirt from.

“So! What you got there?” Henry asked.

He noticed that both of them were wearing nearly the same clothes as they did the day they met in college.  It brought his mind back to those days, once again he thought of all the wonderful years they spent together, working to this point. Maybe it was a good omen.  Claire did mention yesterday she was on the verge of something huge.

“I’m glad you asked!” she said excitedly. She pulled away from Henry’s grip and turned to him holding a stone-carved relic. “I believe I’ve just found their major shrine!  Tons, tons of idols like this one are sprawled about the place.”

She tossed the stone sculpture at Henry who caught it and took some quick glances at it.  It fit comfortably in the size of his hand and had a stone circular base with tribal like sketchings along the border. On top of the base was a stone carving of what appeared to be a half-human half-shark being.  The shark elements were unmistakable. The tail wrapping around the legs of the creature had the distinct look of a shark’s tail and of course there was the dorsal fin along the upper back side of the figure. Its face still retained the human resemblance, though a clear muzzle with sharp triangular teeth was present, and the ears had stretched out to sharp, elven proportions.

“If you think that’s impressive, I found its big brother.” Smirking, Claire led her husband into a small den she had revealed behind some heavy dirt and rock. There she revealed to him a large scale version of the statue he was holding. It was huge, bigger than a person.

“This must have been the back of the main shrine where they worshiped their god.  Judging by these sculptures it appears theirs was an anthropomorphic shark god. Maybe a shapeshifter? I know that’s rather prominent for deities around the islands here.”

Henry was awestruck; it seemed almost as if the legend of the island had come to life.

“It’s magnificent…” He mumbled.  Slowly he walked up to the large statue and ran his hand along the coarse stomach of it.

Claire nudged him. “Kind of funny though right? Seems quite gifted,” she teased with a wink.

“Gifted?” Henry stared at the statue again before noticing what she’d hinted at. “Heh, yes it would appear so.”

Both of them stared at the gifts mentioned. The stone creature possessed, along with its towering and animalistic physique, a large pointed phallus as well as two large, full breasts.

Neither was really expecting that, but found it noteworthy in its oddity. After a long day of discovery darkness began to creep and they both set off for their home. Both couldn’t stop conversing about what they had found during the trek back. They were both brimming with excitement over what was one of their biggest finds yet. Once home both kicked off their boots and head straight for the bedroom.

It was a large room with, on one side, a bed and dresser and the bathroom door, and opposite a plain wooden desk and two large bookshelves near a window looking out to sea. The thrill of their latest find got the couple in the mood for some celebratory lovemaking so they went straight towards the bed. The Moon was reflected magnificently on the water this night so the mood was definitely set.

Claire had apparently brought one of the small artifacts back with them. Henry only just noticed now, as she seemed unable to keep herself from constantly looking it up and down for any more important details even when they were about to make out.

“Come on now Claire, put it down. Or am I not good enough?” Henry joked to her.

She almost busted out into laughter before turning to him to plant a kiss.

After pulling back, she frowned at him. “Augh, your breath smells awful! Did you forget again to brush this morning?”

Henry breathed into his hand and took a whiff, then shrugged. He was never good at picking up his own scent.

“Then go brush quick, you mood killer. No way am I kissing that Sarlaac Pit.”

With a chuckle, then a sneer Henry was off to the bathroom to freshen up. Claire continued to admire the stone carved shark statue, crassly eyeing the creature’s dick once again. “Certainly impressive. I can’t imagine what it would even feel like having something so huge hung off you like that.”

An edge on the idol’s dorsal fin that was sharper than it looked clipped her on the thumb; she flinched and dropped the statue on the bed. With only a minor cut, she simply gave the wound a lick before picking it up once more.

It seemed like some of the blood had stained it, much to her disappointment. Scowling at her clumsiness, she put the idol aside onto the dresser and patiently waited for Henry to finish up.

As Claire strolled around the bedroom she began to feel uneasy as a low humming noise started to whine in her ears. Behind her on the dresser the stone shark idol’s eyes were glowing blood red.

Groaning in discomfort, she held a hand to her forehead and felt her temperature spiking. Her mind swirled. She tried calling out Henry’s name, tried to call for help, but her words slurred into an incomprehensible mess. The humming noise was drowning out her thoughts as she went into a silent panic. She stumbled along the borders of her bed, leaning against it in order to keep herself steady until she reached her dresser. Planting both hands on top of it, she doubled over, squinting in distress.

As she slowly opened her eyes her gaze met the glowing pupils of the shark statue. They had a large ominous glow, the borders of light casting far off the statue itself and onto the glossy wooden top of the dresser. Her mind went blank as she was hypnotized by their splendor. Her mind was in more of a haze than before, her thoughts jumping about with random visions and spikes of odd thought.

Her eyes growing heavy, she felt a strange energy cascade throughout her body. It was a warm twinging feeling. Small pulses in body movement breached an otherwise motionless Claire who continued to stare deeply into the vibrating red eyes. Soon her pupils filled with the same predatory red gleam.

The images that began flashing in her mind were of terrifying creatures. They were human in some ways, but more beast than man. They were the shark like monsters from the island’s legend. Brilliant detailed flashes of their long snout faces and curling smiles showing blood soaked arrowhead teeth filled her mind.

“Ugh, nggh…no…what?” Claire moaned as she struggled in her slouched position to regain clarity of mind. The visions were growing stronger and more visceral, demanding her full attention. All she could think of were the shark people and their visceral demeanors, their powerful forms, the graceful contours of their fins, their…

…Sleek bodies…powerful…so powerful…throbbing…large…cocks!  is all she thought. A growing admiration for their bodies saturated her mind.

Her pupils rose into her head slightly as she began to tremble. Her muscles began to flex on their own and she gripped the dresser so tightly you could hear her fingers rubbing loudly on the surface of the wood.

Her mind was already going mad and now her body was going to join it.

She clenched her teeth as vigor surged through her body. Muscles pulsated and bloated with newfound strength, the tugging and pulling of the fibers as they reshaped making her twitch and stumble away from the dresser. She took heavy, lumbering steps about the room in a daze. The images of powerful shark beings continued to flash excessively inside Claire’s mind, her thoughts thinking only of their savage strength, their… their primal cocks and bloated, over-fertile testicles.

Claire’s mouth began to curl in delight as madness continued to take her. Her body felt snug against the embrace of her clothing. Her lower arms bulged past the borders of her rolled-up sleeves, looking like toothpaste squeezing out of the tube. Her biceps looked ready to burst from their cloth prison, upper arms stretching the material further and further to its limit.

Her spine gave a few audible pops as they underwent a growth spurt of their own, forcing her posture to straighten. She was gaining height fast, her shirt and vest hitching up her body, slowly revealing her exposed stomach. Another commanding barrage of strength hit Claire. Her body was being pounded like a drum, each strike tightening her physique more, the rhythm matching the pounding of her heart.

A long defined line down the middle of her stomach formed as the muscles on both sides pressed out at her skin. Her thickening core popped one button, than another, from her vest and dress shirt beneath. Her body was screaming for release.

The sound of tearing cloth filled Claire’s ears, which were now forming into more of a pointed tip at the top as each ear thinned out and grew longer. She heard the cartilage crackling as their growth seemed to happen in slow motion. All the ridges and hollows reformed into a larger cavernous space with the rims of her outer ears widening. Her ears flicked about like a canine picking up a distant sound.

She finally stopped growing after an extra 2 feet piled on to her stature. She wasn’t a short lady to begin with so at 8 feet tall she could only be described as a giant of a woman. Her clothes were barely hanging to her frame at this point and yet she continued to swell. Her pants were agitatedly crawling up her legs, the button and zippers already breaking due to her widening hips. Her pants stopped briefly at her thighs thanks to her wide stance not providing anymore movement. The seams along the sides of her pants legs ripped as her thighs brimmed with new power. Corded muscles appeared against the surface of the dress pants. More and more of her bursting frame broke free from the sides of her pants, the tears traveling like open faults down her legs. Eventually her pants came softly plunging to the floor and Claire’s new powerful calves and burgeoning thighs met her slit-open gaze.

Her whole body was soaked in sweat and as she looked over her changing form she had nothing but admiration for her strength. More was coming, for sure, and she couldn’t wait. Her mind was awakening to all new sensations and instincts!

She was being elevated beyond her pitiful human form. I can feel it, she delighted, the strength of the tribe, the beast is coming!

She shut her eyes and let out a lengthy moan as her madness reached its next stage. The shark within was ready to be unleashed.

Red gleaming eyes shot open once more and Claire doubled over as if she’d been punched in the gut. The muscles in her back rippled with further strength, her backside a rising mountain.

Her breasts too had started pushing out as brilliant peaks on her chest. Slowly and forcefully they grew against the straining vest and shirt. It didn’t take long before her bra shattered and her breasts bobbed up in their newfound freedom. She hadn’t been a well figured woman before, but she was certainly packing on the weight now in all the right places. Her mounds inflated like balloons before her eyes; she palmed one and gave it a grope, tugging it in circles and relishing their increasing sensitivity. Button after button popped upwards on her outfit until the last two miraculously held on. Her two massive breasts were jiggling with every movement, vibrating beneath the hold of the vest as they pushed out further and stretched the creasing of the clothes longer. They were ready to burst at any moment.

Suddenly, it felt like a surge of electricity traveled down her spine and arms. At the middle of her back and the outside of her forearms she felt a large lump pressing out against her skin. The lump grew as a great white mass until her skin could no longer contain it and ruptured with a spurt of blood, revealing dull-colored pointed fins, emerging from her flesh like a dorsal fin above water. The flippers on her arms were small and curved, while the one on her back grew to a daunting size; it looked about the size of an actual shark fin!

A look of bliss plastered itself on Claire’s face as her new animal instincts took full hold of her mind. They were now all that drove her. The madness of the island had taken her.

Another surge of electricity hit her tailbone and it began to lengthen with her. Muscle and skin formed a cocoon around it as it grew, thickening and widening into a new appendage above her ass. Her cheeks flexed with each foot of growth as if they were pushing the tail out themselves. Each push only made it more sensitive too, making Claire howl in ecstasy. It grew longer and longer, bigger and bigger...

She echoed the changes in her mind. Bigger, bigger, bigger!

It wasn’t just her tail getting bigger as her breasts suddenly burst to life once more. With a rumbling fit they shook larger in size, popping another button, causing them to sag and peak out from the grip of the vest. They hung like massive round fruits off her chest. Her entire body trembled once more as her upper body beefed up again and her tits shook violently. Claire had no idea her breasts could ever tense up so much. It was an odd sensation quickly followed by sweet release as her body let go and everything relaxed for a moment. The fleshy growths on her chest softly finished filling out with a few heavy breathes, perking up a bit as they reached the end.

Her clothes were now in tatters, both the vest and under shirt torn all about. All that remained of her clothing was remnants of her under shirt’s sleeves still clinging below her shoulders and her neck tie which was now choking Claire’s broad neck, though she didn’t seem to mind.

With a roar of excitement Claire said, “Ahn, I’m almost there! Yes! Ahhh!”

In the bathroom, Henry was just finishing up when he heard Claire’s deafening cry. He immediately dropped what he was doing and flung open the bathroom door in a panic. “Claire! Whats wro-“ he started to say, but he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw what had become of his wife.

A look of utter shock on his face, Henry was unsure on whether to run to his wife or away. He saw a lumbering tower of bestial feminine muscle in front of him with his wife’s unmistakable hair. He watched slack-jawed as the final changes took hold.

Claire’s tail was now reaching almost 10 feet out from her body, flailing about and knocking over the furniture, ornaments and books off the shelves. She felt a prickling sensation across her entire body as all the hair but that on her head began shedding from her body. Her skin gained a smooth and shiny texture, looking more like shark skin. Most of her skin changed to a dark charcoal tint, except for spots around her upper arms, thighs and mouth which took on a lighter grey coloration. Striking red lines painted themselves along the borders between the two skin tones, adding a stylish flair to Claire’s new look. Her rear appendage finished growing and split at the tip into a fully formed shark tail. Her hardened nipples changed as well, turning a deep royal purple.

Sensing that something was watching her, Claire turned about and saw Henry standing there in shock. His expression quickly changed to fright as she stumbled forward and grabbed hold of his arms in a vice-like grip. Even as she did, her nails grew into longer, sharp, round-tipped claws. They sliced into his shirt as the powerful hands of his wife dragged him over to the bedroom table.

Henry noticed the hungry look in his woman’s eyes, her glowing bloody red gaze; so far and away from their usual caring and excited expressions. This…this isn’t Claire! He tried to convince himself. Those are not my wife’s eyes!

“W-who are you!?” Henry cried out.

The still faintly familiar face of his wife began to stretch out around the mouth as it crept in closer to his face. Claire’s teeth began to crack and shove themselves further out from her gum line. They grew more pointed and triangular, only making her unsettling grin even more predatory. Her nose flattened and was left only as two flat slits against her face as the rest of it pushed out into a muzzle. Her jaw line widened and extended out with her mouth. The skin on her face stretched and stretched, more teeth forming in her mouth as her snout grew out.

“Sweetie,” Claire crooned, at odds with her monstrous look, “Don’t look so scared. It’s only me.”

Claire forced Henry out onto the table on his back, towering above him. He was too scared, too in denial to even shake free from her hold. Her eyes seemed like a magnet to his own, their gazes deadlocked.

As her muzzle finished growing a large smooth tongue appeared as the Shark Girl licked her chops. She desired her husband now more than ever before, and her desires began to bring with them a gift from her soaked lower lips. Just above her clit another small nub began to form. This one continued to grow, larger and longer than it could fit inside her folds.

Claire traced her hands down Henry’s trembling body and relished the scent of fear he was giving off. She could practically taste his terror. “Oh, Henry…” she soothed, “won’t you share in my discovery?”

Her head kicked up as she felt her sensitive new growth firing out from her pussy. It was like a long erect rod was rising out from her vagina, gaining more girth the longer it grew. It gradually changed color from the pink fleshiness of the folds it was breaching, to a purple tint similar to her nipples. It was apparent after a while that she was growing a large sheath, her appearance finally matching the Shark beings from the island myth and stone statues.

Her new cock powered its way outward in size, stretching the top of Claire’s slit wide before the slit itself seemed to shift to a place below it. A pair of large masses filled up the inside of her vagina seemingly from nowhere and quickly grew too large for her catacomb to contain. Just after, she gave birth to her new set of testicles, each as big as a tennis ball. The entire space between her legs pulsated uncomfortably as her slit repositioned a tad right behind her new man fruits.

Fuck yes! Perfection, Claire thought as she leaned down to plant a kiss on her cowering man.

Henry felt her lipless snout press against his face. Her flat tongue effortlessly forced itself past his lips and completely filled his mouth from its sheer size. The whole ordeal was unsettling, yet he couldn’t find the strength to fight back. His mind was drifting elsewhere, his eyes locked in on the passion-filled, animalistic stare of his Claire. He felt as if he was on the border of losing consciousness but hovered just before he could.

So he laid there, and took it.

Claire grunted in pleasure as her posture lifted a bit as her feet elongated into a more bestial form, her ankles snapping and rising up backwards at an angle.

Henry felt his wife’s rising member gliding up between his legs. It stopped growing at a staggering length, easily comparable to a fourth his body height at least. It was a fully grown, erect phallus gliding up and down between his legs. For some reason it sprung his own member to life. Both dicks brushed each other against the barrier of Henry’s pants.

A minute passed, full only of passionate kisses from Claire. Henry felt lost in his own mind. He slowly began to forget why he was here in this room with her on top of him. He hazily recalled finding a statue, him and his wife celebrating the find. His thoughts soon turned to other things, other…needs.

A growing need for his wife’s new form.

Before, he thought she was a monster, yet now he could only look at her as beautiful. They both stared longingly into each other’s eyes and just as Henry was beginning to regain focus he realized his body was already starting to change.

He had grown in height, though his wife remained the bigger of them. His shirt was hugging to his frame, his body bursting with new strength that he was just now beginning to feel. A large blue cock was now pressed against his Claire’s purple monstrosity, his pants off letting his erect member breathe. He felt his tail creeping out above his butt, his dorsal fins coming in, his face pushing out while snout locked with his wife.

As his emotions boiled in his new found carnal instincts he thought, This is unbelievable. Claire feels so strong. I feel so strong! He felt with a hand his wife’s new bulging arms, admiring the strength she was using to keep him pinned down. He rather enjoyed the commanding force she held over him. This hunger, this desire! I like it…

While both possessed stronger, shark like bodies now, Henry looked oddly more feminine even than his wife. His body was trimming down towards a slimmer, less “still” muscular physique. Two soft mounds began to rise against his straining dress shirt as a few buttons popped off. Claire clearly looked the more alpha of the two now, her cock much bigger than Henry’s as she slapped both together to compare. Pre-cum drizzled out the top of both members as Claire gripped them harshly, squeezing what she could out of them.

“Ready, my love?” Claire asked playfully. It was just to be polite – she already knew the answer her husband would give.

Henry weakly nodded, too wrapped up in the moment and in a daze to respond out loud. Claire placed both hands on Henry’s widening feminine hips and lifted him ass up before placing the massive head of her cock against his butt. It was clearly much too big for Henry, but Claire could care less.  She would fit her cock in him, no matter what.

Claire tugged at his hips while simultaneously thrusting forward with her cock. It was excruciating yet divine at the same time. It felt like a rebirth for the both of them.

After a few heaves, each one cramming Claire’s cock further into henry, it finally came crashing through his inner walls fully. Henry cried out in a new womanly voice as he felt his ass cavity filled to the absolute limit, splitting skin and shoving aside muscle and bone in its path.

With a growl to match her husband’s cry, she took the reins completely and began to thrust and lift, snapping his backside on and off the table, dictating his every movement. Large thuds from the wood table rung out in the bedroom as each powerful thrust hit the right mark, screams of pleasure from both parties following each. Henry’s blue cock flopped about, slapping against his stomach in time with their lovemaking.

As he bucked up and down his breasts began to fill out more. His shirt slowly tore, the buttons finally popping off completely from his shirt. Two large fleshy balloons inflated from the remnants of his clothing, swirling about through the motions of his sex. Henry’s sharp nailed fingers clamped down hard onto his sensitive, free tits and felt them swell in his hands as his wife fucked him in the most brutal manner. They grew rounder and firmer until the he could barely cover their entire front with his hands. They were now two fully bloated globes of flesh sagging from his chest.

Henry’s back curved into an exaggerated feminine arc as he felt his wife close to finishing, his ass clenching her gigantic cock with all its strength, surely suffocating it. He continued to grope his breasts as Claire smacked against his ass furiously, driving her cock towards a finish inside him. His own balls thwacked against Claire’s body as she rammed into him.

“Ahhn, huhn, Claire! Yes, yes!” Henry cried out, about ready to be snapped in half by his wife’s cock.

“Almost there, my little man!” Claire roared as she watched the final changes overcome him, his skin reaching its sleek new fishy form. Henry looked a tad different than Claire; his skin was mostly a light grey, with his front torso whiter than the rest. The borders around his colored areas were a light blue and dark grey tiger stripes formed along the expanse of his tail. His nipples were colored a nice, soft blue.

And as if to celebrate the completion of her husband’s transformation, Claire blasted a boatload of cum into Henry’s ass.

In turn, Henry felt his own cock erupt, launching ropes of cum up onto his body. Some fired into his cleavage while most of it landed in a trail on his toned stomach, forming a thick, sticky web hanging from his cock.

“Hyuhn!” Claire moaned, her thrust sliding him and the table hard against the wall. “Ahhnnn, ahhhhh! Ohhh…. yes, take it! Hoh…”

“Ahn, ohh fuck! Ah! Ah! Yes, ohh….” Her husband moaned as well.

Both continued to twitch for a bit as their bodies settled from their explosive awakening. Despite being absolutely full of his wife’s cock, copious amounts of cum leaked out from Henry’s ass, spilling out like a goopy waterfall onto the Shark Girl’s legs. Her dick looked like a cork fitted inside a wine bottle that was her husband’s ass; his wine leaking through.

Both sharks wore looks of euphoria, their teeth lined about in satisfied grins. Henry collapsed in a heap on the table as Claire leaned forward trying to force every last drop out of her cock into his butt.  The two shark’s eyes sparkled within the moonlight shining through the bedroom window, their sweat glistening on their bodies, making their polished skin shine even brighter.

As Claire laid down on top of Henry, her dick still inside him, their breasts squished together and she spoke softly, “So…Are you as hungry as I am, darling?”

Henry smiled and replied, “I feel like eating out tonight. Why not Tutulia?”

Nothing more needed to be said. With that, both sharks left their home and departed by sea towards Tutulia. What was thought lost to the past had been unleashed once more. Who else would this madness claim?

[Artwork by F-SS]
[Image and characters in image owned by ScarlettV]
[Image is from the comic “Shark Tooth Fever”]