The Shark Monster’s Endless Hunger

She has slept for three hundred years beneath the drowned temple, waiting in the dark water where the bioluminescent sea flora pulses like a heartbeat. When a lone traveler swims into her domain, she doesn’t hunt him — she collects him. Silver star-shaped pupils lock onto him and the game begins. She speaks in low filthy whispers that make his knees buckle. She silences his mouth with her palm and strokes his cock until he’s shaking. She swallows him whole with those pointed canines grazing his shaft. She takes him from behind in her temple, commanding every thrust, her decorative tails coiling in the air with each impact. She rides him on the glowing crystalline floor until he can’t remember his own name. She spreads her legs and makes him worship her pussy with his tongue until she’s dripping down his chin. And when he finally breaks — when he can’t hold back anymore — she takes his cum across her face with her silver eyes wide open, claiming every drop as her possession. No mercy. Just an ancient monster woman and the human who swam into her mouth.