Title:           Sharkgirl vore
Author:          dzamie
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First Edit:      Thursday 28th of May 2015 09:20:47 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 28th of May 2015 10:32:44 PM CDT

>you and the shark girl are laying next to each other in bed
>she's on her side, because of the fin on her back
>looking at you
>"Hey Anon."
>you look over at her
>she swings her leg over yours and rolls on top of you
>her thick tail rests on your legs
>you turn your head to follow, but end up staring at her chest
>which isn't so bad, no such thing as too much sharktits
>"I had a lot of fun with you, Anon."
>you track your eyes upward
>past her gills -- do those even work? -- and onto her face
>she's smiling an aggressive smile
>almost malicious
>but not quite
>"But I don't go back on my own promises."
>she dips her head down and licks your cheek
>it feels slightly cold when her tongue leaves your face
>"I hope you don't mind, my tasty little human."
>no, not at all
>besides, she was totally worth it
>"Good, it's easier when you don't."
>she presses a finger against your nose
>"Now, stay still and you'll hardly feel my teeth at all."
>the teeth
>you had forgotten about those
>you start to panic a little, but keep still
>she smirks -- can probably feel your heartrate -- and opens her jaws
>pale pink flesh, guarded by razor-sharp shark teeth, fills your vision
>she moves her head up, dragging her surprisingly soft chest across yours
>you feel her warm breath on the top of her head
>she lifts your body slightly, pulling your head into the air
>then immediately wraps her mouth around the top of your skull
>a strand of drool trails down your forehead, and you close one eye to protect your vision
>the other eye is left to stare at her chest
>yes, you chose right for the last thing to see
>with her hand on your back, she raises your upper body higher, pressing you further into her mouth
>just before her wet tongue settles across your face, you shut the other eye
>savoring the sight of those gorgeous mammaries
>her jaws press gently around you, bathing your head in warmth
>you feel her relax her mouth, and she slides your head into her throat
>in one motion
>the fleshy tunnel presses in on all sides, hugging tight to your head
>outside her body, you feel the corners of her lips -- or what passed for lips on a shark -- bump against your shoulders
>she pauses, resting her mouth against you
>you feel small pinpricks on your chest and back where her sharp teeth dig in
>hopefully accidentally
>her warm breath against your chest begins to slow and become controlled
>wait, how is she still...?
>you figure her gills work like that
>as she exhales, she presses downward, stretching her mouth over your shoulders and chest
>they had been slick with her saliva after her pause
>and now slid easily in to the welcoming softness that is her mouth and throat
>you can faintly hear her heart beating
>must have slipped past her collarbone
>into the main part of her body
>she places a hand around each of your arms
>and begins pulling you forward, over your legs
>she taps her strong tail against your shins
>you helpfully fold them against your thighs as she leans your body against her jaw
>her tongue presses against your chest, lapping greedily at your skin
>she holds you there for a few seconds, tasting and preparing
>in one smooth motion, she tilts her head towards the ceiling and flips you over
>she gives a careful gulp, with the help of gravity
>your shoulders swiftly slip into the tight throat
>your head reaches a stiff knot of muscle in front of it
>just like last time with your feet
>she's just holding you in her mouth, right?
>the shark girl swipes her tongue against your belly, then pulls down with her arms
>the top half of your head is pushed through the ring of muscle into her stomach
>her jaws settle around your waist
>maybe she didn't notice
>you try to move your arms to rub at her like you did last week
>but her throat holds them tight, and your movement just pins your hands behind you
>you kick your legs slowly, trying not to hurt her
>a hand slips under one leg and grabs the other, freezing your actions
>her other hand takes hold of your dick, gently stroking you
>she's not getting you out
>but it's a nice distraction
>the shark's throat relaxes again
>you slip another few inches in, the entrance to her stomach settling around your neck
>surprisingly, it doesn't smell all that bad
>slightly panicking, you squirm your chest and arms
>trying to make her gag
>the hand around your cock presses it against your abdomen
>and slowly slides off
>letting the tip rest against her soft, wet tongue
>and the base against her dangerously sharp teeth
>you immediately go still
>message received, loud and clear
>you are her prey
>trying to escape would be very painful
>[spoiler]for you[/spoiler]
>her hand pulls on your legs
>and your shoulders squeeze into her hot gut
>the top of your head brushes against her stomach's walls
>your cock twitches as it's pulled across the shark girl's tongue
>the tongue which glides along your shaft, covering it in slippery drool
>you hardly notice as a small gulp presses you further against her gut
>only the sensation of the warmth and the softness against your member
>another short tug and you begin to curl your head into your chest
>you tense, on the edge of orgasm from the surrounding warmth
>and her wonderful, devious tongue
>she reaches both hands around your legs
>a few fingers feel slippery and wet
>as she pushes down, helping you slide in, a mental image of her getting off floods your mind
>her warm throat envelops your twitching penis
>you picture the shark girl from the outside
>legs splayed wide, tail behind her
>one hand playing with her dripping pussy
>the other massaging her soft breasts
>all while her tongue gives you the most intimate show possible
>you easily peak as the shark girl gulps you down
>each muscular swallow coaxing more semen out of your cock
>each tug squeezing more of your body into her stomach
>each breath from the predator washing over a lower part of your legs
>you come down from your orgasm
>take stock of your situation
>just came harder than you ever have
>she just swallowed your toes
>only your shins are still outside her stomach
>fluids are pooling under your neck and back
>you struggle to keep part of your leg in her neck
>maybe you could slowly work your way out
>you feel her press against your shins from outside her throat
>and swallow, HARD
>in one strong push, your entire body is now in her belly
>the liquid around you is rising faster than you'd like
>you squirm, her stomach forcing you to keep curled up
>eventually, you manage to get your head to the top of her gut
>"Thank you, by the way."
>you can still hear her
>and she's talking now that her throat's clear
>"You picked up pretty quickly what you were supposed to do."
>stomach juices are definitely coming in from everywhere
>"So, I figured I'd let you cum one last time."
>odd, it doesn't sting
>"That reminds me: you should be getting numb right now."
>it's kind of fuzzy and warm
>"Don't worry, tasty human. You won't even know you're dissolving until you die."
>like laying outside on a warm day
>"Also, your passwords are kind of shit."
>you straighten your legs, with no resistance
>the shark-girl giggles, bouncing you around slightly
>you imagine those soft tits of hers jiggling around as she does so
>"Much like you'll be, I guess."
>you fold your arms behind your head, taking a deep breath
>the shark girl's voice turns to mumbling gibberish
>you decide to take a nap...