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It started as a flicker in the night. An unlocked basement. A silent factory. An empty mall. Grey walked through the shadows of the places he had once known, or felt he had known, and found nothing. He could hardly call them nightmares, but every night he visited those forgotten locations was like stepping into another world. He enjoyed the dream journeys as they recurred more and more, at least until that feeling began to invade them. Something was watching him from the shadows of his subconscious.

The more that sensation persisted, the more he started to view his bedtime with trepidation. He wasn't sure what he was afraid of, exactly. Not long ago, he'd enjoyed an intimate encounter with a demoness that turned out to be precisely the sort of dangerous pleasure he enjoyed. His body was still transformed ever since. Once a genet, now a shark, he had the touch of darkness upon him, and he loved how it felt. Maybe that was what had drawn the watcher in the night to find him.

As days wore on and the nights turned longer, colder, he eventually began to hear her. There was a voice there, hidden away, muffled by the walls between him and the source. He explored the places in his dreams in search of that compelling song, no matter how much it frightened him, no matter how often it made him awaken drenched in fearful sweat. Some part of him simply had to know who could be making such a sweet sound. Yet every time he got close, he awoke with a start, and found himself swiftly scanning around the room in panic, regretting what he'd done.

It wasn't until he'd been dreaming of her for weeks that he finally managed to almost see her. She was just around the corner, but he didn't dare walk further. Gazing upon her true form was sure to be deadly to him. Yet perhaps she could take on an avatar to walk in his world. All she needed was an invitation. There was a great risk in extending a bridge to his world. She could communicate that without so much as a word. Yet Grey felt as if he might simply die if he didn't offer her his hand, to open up his mostly mortal mind and body to her physical presence. When he awoke that night, soaked with fear-sweat, her name was upon his lips.

"Senka ..."

And there she was. A smile in the dark. A sextet of eyes colourlessly glowing. A trail of slime that followed her every step. Grey was paralyzed. His body refused to obey him but for the occasional twitch of his face and the darting of his eyes. He locked his gaze upon her and felt her moving closer, in all her nightmarish glory, radiating a presence of unfathomable danger. Maybe he had made a mistake. Yet when she caught the ever so slight moonlight shimmering through his bedroom window, he had no regrets.

She was a monster, no doubt, but a fathomable one in her present form. Senka didn't hide in the body of something seemingly harmless. Her slash of a smile and her long, shining fangs said as much. Yet none of that mattered to Grey. In his mostly motionless state, he traced the curves of her motherly figure, admiring every shape, all that was hefty and ample about her. By the belly she was carrying around with her, she looked to be either pregnant, or stuffed with prey. Both was a possibility.

The former seemed more likely when he spotted the elaborate pattern on her middle, just above her sex. Her womb tattoo faintly glowed just like the light inside of her. When he followed it, tracing one line of the design to the next, he ended up getting confused, then disoriented, then faintly frightened. Whatever was marked there upon her goopy skin was impossible to fully understand. It took twists and turns that were incomprehensible to his mind. Maybe it was best he didn't stare at it for too long, and instead look up to where her permanent smile gleamed at him. She finally spoke.

"Grey. My sweetheart. You are so kind to invite me in."

She stepped slowly and confidently despite the extra weight. Her every movement brought an audible slosh from her bouncing belly. There was a constant gurgle of the contents that made the shark's eyes a little wider - and his lust for her naked, slime-coated form harder to hold back. When she sat on the side of his bed, looming over him, he felt the shackles of her presence release. No longer paralyzed, no longer frozen in instinctual fear, he was free to speak to her.

"I just had to meet you."

"And I am very glad you did. In truth, I need no invitation - but I find it polite to wait for one."

There was something simultaneously calming and frightening about such a statement. On the one hand, there was such care in her voice, such consideration for those mortals like him. On the other, there was a subtle threat in her words. Whatever she wished to do, there was nothing he could do to stop her. He liked that.

"Are you ..." He had to gather himself just to speak to her for more than a moment. "Are you a demon?"

"Oh, dear, that's very cute of you to ask. I have met plenty of them in my travels, but I am something very much else."

The way she put such particular emphasis on that word told Grey all he needed to know. He felt a deep well of terrifying understanding open up inside his chest, one that made him refrain from sitting up even if he was no longer paralyzed. She was a nightmare, a horror, a thing from beyond anything he'd ever known, and she was right there in his bedroom, smiling at him. That he could even share such a space with her was an experience all its own.

"I have to warn you, Grey. You have been very kind to accept me, but I am not entirely myself of late. To be here among you is an effort that requires my concentration, but I find myself under the effects of ... well, for best comparison, we'll call it heat."

He lit up a little at the mention of that. His cock gave a small twitch she surely noticed.

"Like ... breeding season?"

"That's right, sweetie. Breeding, feeding, and indulging are at the very front of my mind. Even I, after so many years, may slip in the slightest, and go a little too far. I will stay, but only if you are comfortable with such risks."

All it took to fully consider that was a scan over the nightmare's body. Her belly alone was turning him on so much he was firming right in front of her. She didn't show any sign of minding. The eldritch fertility tattoo still seemed to swirl right into him if he looked at it for too long. She was something more than simply horny. He could only wonder how many people he knew she'd been working through, taking their seed then devouring them, how many people were part of her great, motherly body by then. Surely they had all loved joining her just as much as he was going to.

"I want you," he said, blurting it out before he could think any longer. When he reached his hand out to her, she gently took it, grasping with her slippery touch. "I want to make you feel good, and give you everything you want. And I ... I'm going to really, really enjoy it too."

"Of course you are, my lovely. It's the least you deserve for being so kind to an old terror like me."

She was always smiling, but it was a little brighter while she spoke. The dread in his heart never fully faded as long as she was in the room with him, but he was learning to accept it. It was hard to tell where her eyes were focused. Their dull glow was impossible to read. She was alien and unknown to him, and that simply made him want to touch her all the more. The longer his gaze lingered on her belly, the easier it was to know exactly where he wanted to begin, and gave him a soft tug on the wrist to guide his fingers where they needed to be.

Grey could feel the rumbling gurgles of the monster churning her prey as soon as he touched her middle. That didn't stop him from stroking, from admiring the rounded curve of her very pregnant belly. He took great care in massaging her, pressing his fingers deeply into that gut until he heard a musical moan that reminded him of her songs in the dark. It was hard to tell what exactly was growing inside of her. Her belly simply felt vast and solid, but for the occasional wobble from the digestive process. He could even hear bones clattering around inside her, trapped beneath the layers of goo that was her body.

"How many people have you eaten?"

"Recently? Or ever?" Her question was a soft-spoken one.

"... Let's go with recently."

"Many. Some dwell within me, still digesting this very moment, ever so nice and slowly. Others make my body what it is, adding heft, adding softness, adding more for you to touch and enjoy."

"Are they going to come back?"

"As they wish. Perhaps restored. Perhaps different. I will give them what they want most."

The thought left a visible shuddering crawling up the shark's spine. He didn't stop rubbing. Maybe he was going to be next. Something told him she already knew exactly what he wanted. She'd been inside his dreams after all. He scooted a little closer just so he could lay his whole body against her middle, hugging her, feeling her coating him in her dark slime. Such an embrace naturally transitioned to grinding on her, and she only hugged him back to encourage such a thing. Feeling his stiffening shaft gliding along the slick curve of her massive middle left him closing his eyes to appreciate the sensation better, sighing, opening and closing his mouth without any sound coming out.

Grey allowed her vastness to overwhelm and smother him. He had little other choice. Yet the same part of him that could sense just how much danger he is with every single moment he spent in Senka's presence could also tell she would understand the moment he said she was going too far. He just had to really, truly mean it. First, he wanted to see how far she could push him, how deep she could take him. Rubbing and grinding along the divinely glossy surface of her big round tum eventually had him find his way to her navel. He didn't think twice about sticking his cock into that snug nook, letting it completely overtake his shaft down to the very base.

"Ohhh, honey. They can all feel you there."

He didn't ask for further explanation. It was hard to even imagine what it was like for her, so he focused on what it was like for him - and that was a slurping, suckling, eye-rolling pleasure that had his jaws hanging slack and his tongue flopping out over the rows of his new shark teeth. His form was much more fearsome after his date with Mazzy and his resulting transformation, but that hardly mattered when he was with Senka. He might as well have been a kitten. Slowly, wetly fucking the nightmare's navel, feeling the rumbles in her belly resonating out to his cock, he was already trembling his way towards orgasm - the first of many, he suspected, and then Senka confirmed that.

"It's okay. You can finish. I want you to. I'll make sure you give me so much more."

With a slow nod and a faint whimper, Grey upped his pace. He fucked her belly until he was crackling, until he was tingling everywhere with something more than just climax. His pulse reached its peak, his breathing grew erratic, and through it all he kept thrusting. It was an act of worship and praise upon her body every time he did. When he hit that blissful finish, it felt like he was being possessed, like his body was longer his, but hers to grant pleasure not meant for mortal kind. He came in her navel and then all over her belly in a buckshot blast, blowing himself back with the force of release that left him wailing something incoherent for the monster in his bedroom.

Then he kept going. Grey loved that all so much he simply could not stop cumming for her, spraying her all over, hosing down that great grey body with a torrent of shark spunk. She wore it proudly, slowly absorbing it directly into her skin, as if to make it part of that pleasant ooze all over her. He offered her a satisfied, if shaky smile, and she reached her hand towards him to help him up from where he was sprawled.

"There. That is just a taste. There is so much more I want to do to you. So many more pleasures I am excited for you to experience. Are you ready?"

Before he could answer, she pulled him in to place his face between her breasts, squishing him from side in smooth, schlorping flesh. He nuzzled there, absorbed in her cleavage, breathing a scent he couldn't quite descend. She smelled like ... memory. Every sniff he took of her otherworldly wetness reminded him of intangible things, of moods and feelings as fleeting as they were pleasant. There probably weren't any words he knew to describe it, but sometimes it resembled the relief of cool, soothing rain. She hummed to him as she massaged his head with her tits, letting him get fully coated in her constant slime, in her dripping essence clinging to every last inch of her body.

Only after enjoying that for what might have been several minutes or mere seconds did he give his response.

"I'm ready. Well. I'm probably not. But I'm going to say I am."

She leaned down to run her tongue along his head, licking behind those long, pointy ears he'd acquired in his new form. Her voice was even more calming than before, spoken as a pleasant coo as if directly into his mind.

"Tell me if I go too far, if you are still capable of doing so at the time. Otherwise, give me a sign as best you can. I can go very, very far."

He nodded again. That was all it took. He felt a surge of activity through her muscles, and she lurched forth with far more swiftness than such a hefty woman should have been capable of. Then she pounced him. He was utterly immersed beneath her in seconds, made a pillow for the eldritch being, aggressively cuddled by her wiggling body. She rubbed her belly against him, squishing him deeper and deeper into the bed, even at the cost of his ability to breathe. He just held his breath and soaked it in, finding himself increasingly drenched in her slime, somehow wetter and wetter by the moment.

She remained atop him, slowly slipping herself over his face. First he went gliding down from her bust to get smothered in her belly, getting an up close listen to the sloshing and more frightful groaning and growling within. She kept going until she could plant her pussy directly upon his face. All it took was one deep huff of her arousal to understand her need. The cosmic pheromones flowed into his mind, greater than any drug, and left him inundated and saturated, overtaken by the urge to serve her. He dove in, snout and tongue first, and there he stayed.

The instant reward of hearing her moan for him in great, musical, yet haunting tones. That sound filled him with satisfaction and fear alike. Both were equally compelling to keep him eating her out. Face-deep in nightmare pussy, he happily let her take his face for a ride, humping, grinding, shoving him deeper. When his tongue bottomed out, reaching inside of her a as far as he could stretch it, she pressed harder to start fucking his whole muzzle. The wedge-snout of a shark made for a suitable toy for such a flooded, flexible pussy. He felt her clamp down with pleasure when he licked her just right, so he focused on that spot for as long as he could without passing out.

Just when he thought he was starting to suffocate, he found his lungs refilled without so much as needing to stop and take a breath. He could only thank her for that. She tightened, she got wetter for him, she leaked great mouthfuls of juices for him to swallow, and it all kept him working to pleasure her while she outright sat atop his face. Her thighs were quivering as she closed them around his head, squeezing him, squishing him, applying just enough pressure to let him know she could have easily crushed him there, if she so chose. Of course she could. That didn't prevent him from eating out that nightmare pussy like his very existence depended upon it.

Thrusting, humping, eating, swallowing, it all became a haze he couldn't fully follow. All he knew was he was doing his best to keep pleasuring her, and the sounds she was making, sometimes sweet, sometimes strange, were pleasant. He tongue-fucked her until his jaw was sore, letting her grind on him, ride him, and his reward was ever so ample. He could hear the squelching glurch of her orgasm juicing out of her before it truly hit him. With a monstrous roar that settled into a breathy, shuddering moan, Senka came hard, right in his face, leaving him to swallow down the wave of fluids that overtook his features all at once.

Chugging from her until he could feel her essence filling his belly, Grey coasted into a floating, tingling, sparking sensation that certainly didn't feel natural. It was like he was sharing some small trace of her own orgasm, of ecstasy beyond his own understanding. He'd done a very good job. The warmth radiating off of her told him as much. She rode his snout until she finally stopped clamping down on him, leaving his face thoroughly tenderized and a touch sore. It didn't matter. He wasn't going to let his own mortal limits keep him from serving her.

"Good boy. Sweet, sweet sharkie. But you weren't always that, were you? You are lovely in every form you take. I have one in mind for you, if you'd like it."

He perked up from his blissful stupor when he heard that, but he didn't ask any questions. She was already dragging him where he needed to be, shifting her massive weight to come right back down on his face all over again. A swing of her thigh to loop over him and turn her tail around left him looking at the dark hole descending upon him before all was blanketed in cushy, slick monster butt. She made a seat of him and she didn't go softly, pressing down to wedge him snugly between her cheeks. He knew just where to kiss, and he was just as thorough with her asshole as he'd been with her pussy, with even more weight bearing down on him than before.

Senka sat on him as if to take him fully inside. He certainly was no stranger to being devoured that way. A pang of excitement overtook him the deeper he went, feeling those first flexes of greedy muscles that threatened to consume him. He knew if she truly got a hold of him, then all was lost, that he was set to vanish. Instead, she used him for her own personal dildo, bouncing up and down atop his face, driving him deeper, deeper. He had no idea how his bed held up to that much weight, but perhaps they weren't in his bedroom anymore. There was a strange sensation like a breeze brushing over his bare legs, as if the two of them were plummeting through the void together.

The monster mom ran her hands along her hips, her sides, her curves, brushing them through her head-tentacles as if through hair. She made sure to shift and wriggle down atop his face just hard enough to leave absolutely no room between him and her. Huffing her eldritch musk had a curious effect on him amidst the pleasure of tasting and worshipping her. Images swam through his mind, complex and abstract, turning more nightmarish the longer he ate her ass. Every lick was absolute ecstasy, with her pleasure reflecting back on him a dozen times over, and the persistent reminder of the terror she was only turned him on all the more.

One good, smooth lick, and then an extended huff beneath her tail to take in her wet scent as deeply as possible eventually sent him over into a haze of pleasure he couldn't hold back. He came hard beneath her heft, so overwhelmed by her mass that most of it ended up on her instead of him. Another tribute to her belly meant another splattering layer of shark cum for her to absorb for whatever purposes she used it for. He emptied his balls just as hard as before, without any sign of fatigue. The pleasure of tasting her, of being smothered and dominated by her was more than enough to set him off and keep him shooting for her until he twitched to a stop.

Only then did she slowly rise from his face, leaving him so utterly coated in slime his features weren't immediately clear. He weakly reached up to wipe some of it away, but there was no drying himself off after a slippery coating like that. When he could see again, he saw her whip around, smile lashing through the dark. A glimpse of their surroundings revealed something far more barren than the comfort of his familiar bedroom, something more like the dream worlds he'd been strolling through to meet her. She lowered her head and crouched, looking like an uncaged animal, ready to pounce. This time, her words came out more like a snarl.

"I want more. More than pleasure. Something to taste, to savour, to satisfy."

That she still wore her ever-present smile even while hungrily gnashing her teeth at him made his chest tighten with confused terror. That was going to serve well for her purposes. She lowered her voice to a dull monotone, like a chant, to speak her next statement.

"I want your fear."

His eyes opening wide at those words was already enough to drive her to a sigh of satisfaction. She breathed it deep, letting her chest rise and fall with a jiggle that spread to her belly as he watched her looming above him. Her voice was right back to normal when she continued, a gentle, soothing tone. Or he assumed that was her normal anyway.

"Will you allow me in? They call me The Eater of Dreams, but only because it serves as a safe substitute for any real harm. This is no illusion. You will not wake up from this. We are truly here, and every drop of fright I squeeze from you is mine to keep. I will not be upset if that sounds like too much for you."

"I want it!" The words came so suddenly to his lips he almost didn't recognize his own voice. Yet there was nothing unnatural about it, nothing that felt compelled. He truly did. He wanted to know what it was like to feed the towering fear-eating mommy monster, no matter how harrowing it was going to be.

"Thank you, dear. I will start small. Close your eyes."

Before he even did, there was a little pang of something. As long as he was watching her, he could fathom her, but what happened when he wasn't perceiving her and her sweet moonlight smile? Yet he still did as told, waiting in the darkness as he listened to the slip-slop of her body moving and the groan of his mangled bed as she shifted her weight.

"Good. Keep them closed, please."

He did so, even as the urge to open them began to rise up in his chest. There was something happening. He couldn't describe it, nor could he explain it. A little bit of Senka's true self shone out from within her slimy avatar, unseen by his eyes but perceived by his other senses. He could sense her. For a moment or two, he could understand her, and the ice that formed in his veins as a result was like a thousand pins poking inside his body. He knew not to look. More important than anything in the entire world, he was not to look.

She encircled him and let him bathe in the horror of her presence until his heart was pounding, his lungs were drawing breath in short, rapid swallows of air, and his skin was crawling with a sensation he felt would never leave him. He kicked his legs at nothing in particular, overwhelmed by restlessness in his terror, he cramped up, he hurt his teeth just clenching them. Tears began to form in his eyes, leaking down his cheeks as she loomed over him, closer, closer to touching him in such a way even she could never undo. She was horrible. She was the end of everything. She was the worst thing he could imagine. And that was but a glimpse.

When he reached the edge of breaking, of falling into sobbing catastrophe, she settled down once more and withdrew the presence of her true - or closer to true - form. He shuddered on the bed a moment longer, awaiting her call. Nothing had ever relieved him more than hearing her voice, soft as ever.

"You may open your eyes now."

Grey hesitated for a few seconds. Was it a trick? What was he going to see when he did? Yet the gentle tones of her words compelled him to look upon her once more, and there was nothing more than he'd already seen awaiting him. She smiled and she reached out to take his hand, squeezing. That he was still alive after being exposed to something like that relieved him, but the little piece of knowledge of what she really was remained with him, stuck to him, intertwined with his very being. He was never going to be completely unafraid of her again, feeding her ever so slightly with every single moment of her existence. Yet even in that revelation, he found his voice.

"How was that?"

"Delicious. Oh, so, so good." She messily licked her chops with a long, dark tongue that dripped just as much as the rest of him. The process was a noisy one. "Allow me to give you a reward for being such a good boy."

That wasn't a question. She scooped him up and brought him close, soon tucking him in against her tits once more. This time, he wasn't smothered into her cleavage, but instead tucked snug against one of her breasts, cushioned against its softness, kissing against a perked teat. It came naturally to him to wrap his lips around it and start suckling. What started as a gentle tease soon grew to a deep, almost desperate feeding squeeze, encouraged by her hand on the back of his head, pressing him inwards. Learning how to suck with his transformed shark jaws was tricky, but she certainly didn't mind a little nibbling in the process of milking out the sweet treat that awaited him.

Ambrosia danced upon his tongue. He let it linger in his mouth until there was simply too much to keep from swallowing. Gulping it down right from the source, he felt it glowing all the way to his belly, filling him, coating him, soothing him. He was obsessed at a single taste, chugging it down from the seemingly endless well of her plump breast, letting it delight his senses to the point of rapture. There was nothing like her eldritch milk, and there was no limit to the pleasure he could take from deeply, ravenously drinking it. She whispered to him as he indulged.

"So many meals. They have all helped me make what you now taste. All their best qualities, distilled into the sweetest essence, sliding down your throat ..."

Grey thought about those words, considering how he felt about them. What might have been horrifying only enhanced the pleasure for him. All those people churned away in her big fat tum were contributing to something wonderful. He knew they were in just as much bliss as he was, in some sense of the term. She kept him there, clutching him by the back of the head, tightly grasping him and shoving him into her tit while the other leaked down the rise of her belly. The force was hardly necessary. He would have stayed there forever, locked in eternal feasting if she didn't pull him back at last.

Sputtering, coughing slightly, but ever so happy to have served,he looked up at her with the moonlight milk dripping from his lips. It glowed upon his skin. Though that was his reward for his generosity, he felt compelled to offer her a reward right back.

"Do you want me to be afraid of you again?"

She softly laughed, a sound that spilled over his mind like a wave of ecstasy, just to know he could amuse her even a little. "You are such a good boy. For now, I will take whatever comes naturally to you. Perhaps I will ask for more when the time is right. For now ... I want you."

It was just a little rise of her voice, a jump of activity that made his heart skip, both startled and excited. She lashed her tail through the air - an action that seemed unfit for something so thick and weighty. Yet she could wave it around with ease, cracking it like a whip, lunging like a serpent. From prone on the bed, all but glued to the sheets by all the slime he was wearing, he soon found himself snatched up on the anaconda grip of a long, fat monster tail. It curled around him and squeezed him from shoulders to ankles, leaving him throbbing against its flexible bulk while it pulsed and kneaded his every muscle.

"I just want to hold you," she said with a rising intensity to every word. That snarling tone was coming back. "I could break you ever so easily. Leave you as nothing but splinters to scatter to the stars."

As she spoke, she tightened her grip around him, popping his joints, tenderizing his muscles. As far as massages went, nothing else could compare. He sighed with pleasure even as he spat precum all over that fat tail. The creases of its flexing, bending shape, the sounds of it twisting and tightening were squishy and scrunchy, bringing forth a familiar sensation to dance between his ears and down the back of his head. What was normally so fleeting endured for as long as she was holding him, leaving him blissed out with a smile on his toothy jaws after a long, deep crushing session in the grip of the big slimy mama's tail.

Senka worked him just a little longer, until he couldn't feel his fingertips or toes alike, then relaxed at last. His ribs were free to return to their usual positions, and his lungs could expand once more. He only realized then what a strain it had been on him. She nearly killed him. And that was hot. Edging close to oblivion in her clutches only made him make more of a mess all over her skin. He swished and swayed along with her tail until she simply brought him down to dip between her thighs, facefirst in her pussy once more, this time from an inverted position.

Before he could simply do what came naturally to him and begin eating her out once more, she started squeezing again. This time, with those juicy legs all wrapped around his head. She used her tail to hold him there, upside facing down, blood rushing to his head, and she gripped him, pressed him, threatened to lose control and crush his skull right that very moment. There was plenty of force coming down on his entire body, and yet all he could think about was the feast of aromas he wafted from her pussy. There was desire flowing from her mind to his with every single deep, obsessed huff he took from her, sniffing those tender, slathered lips, just thinking about how good it was going to feel to fuck her.

There came the hallucinations again when he dwelled in her horny monster musk, if they could be called that. Maybe it was something more like a glimpse of some reality he couldn't grasp, another fleeting snapshot of a nature more true than the one she showed him. Even as a great, oozing, hungering monster she was a mask - and a truly tempting one at that. She wore her form so she could take pleasure in those like him, and he was flattered to attract such attention. She pulled him free of her thighs just before he could give in under the pressure of her powerful choking squeezes and brought him instead right up in front of her face to feel her breath washing over him like morning dew.

"I want you to get me pregnant," she said, and left it at that.

This time, she didn't wait for his approval, for him to say he was ready. Grey found himself swirling through the air in the grasp of her wiggling tail and slammed down to the bed once more, slapped flat and stunned. She didn't need to use that much force to pin him down and mount atop his cock, but she wanted to. He felt her hands on his shoulders, gripping so tightly his arms were going numb, and he simply swallowed a breath of air that came tainted with her horny scent. Intoxicated and stiff, he was perfect for settling down on when she completely engulfed his shaft inside her, swallowing it up into the depths of her soaked, squeezing sex. Every moment he spent inside of her was like another orgasm,

Even seeing her lunge at his face, fangs bear, dripping, drooling at the thought of devouring him the instant she was done with him didn't give him pause. Which certainly wasn't to say he wasn't scared. He was terrified by the sight of her showing a more aggressive side, but that was exactly the sort of thing to keep him throbbing inside of her, thumping, dripping, ready to offer all the seed his body could give. There was nothing he wouldn't give to her, nothing he wouldn't sacrifice just to spend a moment longer sheathed so lovingly in pumping, overflowing pussy.

There was so much weight upon him that being even slightly too rough was likely to crush him. He was happy to let come what may. Watching her rise, and then fall filled him with a certain dread, and the impact of his hips was devastating, but the driving pleasure of entering her so deeply, of splurching so richly into her juicy cunt and hearing the chorus of moans that resulted. He was doing such a good job. That much he could tell just to hear the harmony of her many voices, singing in unison from deep within her throat. Her expression was still a smile, but a widening one, bright, sharper, more threatening with every plunge of his cock inside of her and thump of her ass coming down on his thighs and hips.

She was going to break him. That much was clear. Perhaps she was healing him between every stroke. He felt the occasional pain, as well as the occasional complete absence of sensation in his legs. She slammed her enormous body down to let him watch her jiggle, tits bouncing and still leaking, belly wobbling, loudly sloshing. Her excitement stirred up even more digestive activity. Whoever was tucked away inside of her wasn't going to be overly recognizable once he was there. And he_knew_ he was going to end up sliding down her throat the moment she was satisfied. The hunger in her many eyes told him as much.

Yet first, she milked him, rode him, massaged him with the constant contractions of pleasure coursing through her. His own delight reflected back to him through her. It was a cycle of overwhelming bliss, of sensations beyond anything he could even handle. He was starting to feel the cracks forming. Not in his bones, but in his thoughts. The world swirled around them as they fucked in the void, but he looked at nothing more than the big-bellied mother of monsters, the horror bounding and wobbling on his dick. Every time he delved deep inside her felt better than the last, driving him to clench his teeth, to toss his head back and simply scream into the empty sky where his ceiling used to be. Maybe it was still there, and simply hidden by the cloud of horror that came with Senka's rising lust.

She leaned closer, squishing him under her belly, letting him feel it rumble with hunger even as they fucked. Her motions grew faster, shorter, massaging him as she bounced and thumped him deeper and deeper into the bed. He was entirely enveloped in the essence of her being by then. His cock was trembling as if in fear under the excessively slimy stroking she was giving him. She was getting tighter, warmer, pushing him to the limit of pleasure, of pure sensation, anticipating release at the same time fearing what it would do to him, or if he'd ever be the same after cumming inside the horror on his dick.

Her moans rose to a crescendo, only to fall suddenly silent. From the jarring change there came a command, bellowed from the very depths of Senka's throat, surrounding him in the sound and sensation of a booming voice so far removed from the gentle singer who had first seduced him - and yet there was still that subtle tinge of sweetness underneath it, one he could almost taste.

"Breed me."

A slam of her hips and a buck of his own left him buried so deeply within the confines of her juicy, clenching, milking sex that he felt as if he might be pulled entirely inside of her, cock first. His balls heaved. They were taut to his body, tightening just as much as every other muscle he had, leaving him fully exerted, fully devoted to giving her the biggest cumshot he could imagine. She expected everything, and she was going to get it. Draining him down to the very dregs of his soul, she proudly posed atop him, squeezing his hips between her thighs, roaring her approval into his mind.

Gushing cum and trying not to completely lose his sanity, to remember what reality had been before she came into his life, Grey came for mommy. She was his everything, and she took it all from him, with one orgasm blending into the other. There was no end to the first shot. He was constantly streaming spunk straight into her eldritch womb, filling her with life, flooding her, fulfilling her. The tattoo upon her belly began to writhe and stretch itself across her skin, spreading like roots as he planted his seed deep within the monster, with every ounce of effort and strength his body had left.

With his entire body torched and exhausted, drained nearly hollow by her pussy locked around the base of his cock, Grey could only faintly whimper. It was barely audible, even to himself. She remained atop him for what felt like it could have been an eternity. Empires rose and fell in the time she sat upon him, hugging his shaft inside her, letting him slowly soften in the flood of cum he'd given her. When she decided to rise, the extended schlurrrrp left him flinching just to hear it, until his dick flopped down atop him and he lay before her, spent and on full offer to her whims.

Thinking he might perhaps have had a moment to rest was foolish. Even he knew that. Senka didn't give him so much as a breath. He felt himself rising into the air all at once, snatched up not by her hands or her tail, but by her tongue. It looped around his chest and brought his already shaky breath short as she lifted him high above her open jaws. There he dangled, watching the creeping approach of the tentacles that effortlessly rose from her back and sides. All those extra appendages were perfect for touching him, for stroking him and teasing him, writhing and wriggling all over his naked body until he was even more slathered in slime than he already was.

Bathing in her, he felt a momentary pang of clarity as he descended towards her jaws. Perhaps he had gone too far in trusting her. He'd already given himself to a demon, and though he emerged from that encounter changed, he'd loved every part of it. Yet Senka was so much worse than that. He could never truly know if she was as kind as she seemed - or if she could fully suppress her inner nature. All-consuming, all-desiring, more terrible than anything he'd ever dreamed of, and he was about to become part of her for as long as she wished.

First there came more pleasure. His mind felt half-cooked, blown out by the experience of breeding with such a nightmarish beauty, and yet there was still room for more. She curled one around his throat just to lightly choke him while she shoved her tongue right down his gullet. The others played with his tender cock, or teased beneath a thick shark tail. Tickling and stroking at his taint and balls at first, that tentacle soon plunged inside of him, penetrating his ass with a sensation like a liquid being poured inside of him. It was so slick it almost didn't rub at all, until it was buried so deep his belly was bulging, curling to stroke and massage him in places he'd never been touched before.

She fucked him towards his jaws while he weakly reached his hands out as if to stop her. He wasn't sure why he did it. Maybe there was some thrill in struggling with her, however pitiful an effort it was. Nothing could stop him from getting stuffed into her open mouth, framed between her teeth, delving into her inner glow. She continued to violate him with her tentacles the entire time, sucking his cock with one of them, fucking his ass good and deep with another. Slowly withdrawing her tongue from within him gave him just enough opportunity to offer one more startled cry before the embrace of her tightly hugging gullet overwhelmed him and muffled any futile calls for help he might have given.

There came the fear again, and it was exquisite. He'd been eaten before, but this time was different. That enduring fright simply made the pulse and flex of her peristalsis dragging him into the darkness inside of her all the more enjoyable. He tried to moan, but he didn't have that in him anymore. Instead, he projected his contentment like an aura and hoped she could feel it. She gulped him, barely savouring him, fucking him straight down her bulging throat until he was little more than a pair of legs between her fangs.

She nibbled there to suppress his little kicks. Instead, he twitched, feeling that tentacle stuffed inside him building to a finish. It was swelling up, thickening, stiffening, and eventually it erupted with a torrent of monster cum as if to give his gift of seed right back to him. He contributed right back, shooting his spunk right up the tentacle on his cock, letting balls clench out yet another load no matter how overtaxed he might have been. His belly wobbled by the time it was done unloading into him. He was slumped, satisfied, and defeated, all ready for swallowing.

After feasting upon him so fiercely, she let that moment linger and breathe a little longer. He panted in her throat, making the bulge of his body rise and fall with his heavy breaths. The longer she held him there, the more the anticipation surged inside him. He was going down, and staying down, to await whatever terrors her belly had in store for him. She kept him waiting for so long he was almost ready to beg her just to finish him, but before he could speak a word he felt the sudden tightness all around him, snatching him, dragging him into her unknown depths.

There he splashed, distending her fat belly ever so slightly more. There certainly was no clear bulge of his form inside of her. He was but one among the many. The fleshy cauldron that surrounded him greeted him with a surging groan, followed by the gurgle and sizzle of a digestive process that had started without him. It was soon apparent why. In the ghostly glow that faintly illuminated his churning surroundings, he quickly saw he wasn't alone.

The slush and fizz of fresh meat softening down in her fluids overtook his senses. He couldn't recognize anyone he shared the monster's belly with. They were long dead, simmering down to bones that clattered and dissolved at the bottom of Senka's gut along with the rest of them. He found himself mashed down into the remains of those who had come before him, those who had fed Senka's appetite in more ways than one. He was already getting digested the moment he arrived, and it was only going to get worse. Before he could squirm around too much, he found himself intertwined in her tentacles once more, this time extended from the inside of her stomach.

They coiled around him and bound his wrists and ankles, stretching him out to his fullest. He took one in his mouth, another in his ass, and felt a third latch onto his cock as if to drain him truly, finally dry. She flooded him with pleasure even as the grasp of those tentacles pulled him up and down, dunking him in acids and then removing him once more. That was just enough to make them start eating away at him, picking him to the bone, without totally destroying him just yet. He could feel himself coming apart, even as she pleasured him. She turned him into a softer, goopy self, dripping down like roasting meat turning on a spit. Fucking him with her tentacles the entire time let him drown out at least some of the horror of the situation, turning pain to pleasure, fear to desire to see just how thoroughly and creatively she could wreck his mortal flesh.

The walls remained mostly dormant, pulsing with the life she was absorbing from him. It was the juices that did all the work. He melted and dissolved, feeling parts of himself splashing down into the slurry that he was joining, along with all the others. There were already pieces of him sloughing down into her intestines, being processed by the power of her eldritch body, effortlessly digested and absorbed simply to make her feel all the better. She held his head under the acids, fucking his mouth the whole time, leaving him nearly drowning, nearly suffocating, but there was just enough left of him to cum one more time before he fell completely off the bone like perfectly cooked meat.

Climaxing himself nearly to death, pouring all his remaining strength into cumming into her waiting tentacles, Grey finally began to give in. He'd been fighting to endure, fighting to live, but the great cloud of death descended upon him when he'd been burned down to the bone, melted, liquefied to something no longer recognizable as a shark. That he'd survived that long was impressive. It was much more than any of her other meals could boast of, but for those who were demon-touched themselves. Sinking at last, ruptured, shredded, broken, he touched the bottom of her stomach and sloshed to nothing in her acids. Yet even still, he could feel her clutching at her belly, stroking him, admiring him. Her words came as if directly into what was left of his mind.

"Die, die for me, and be reborn. There is so much more I want to do to you, Grey. So many more ways I want to end you."

With an attempt at drawing breath, he twitched and shuddered to a close, feeling his body dying off, nerve by twitching nerve. A great death spasm was his final gift to her as Senka proceeded to churn him and the rest of his body deep down into her intestines. He lost his awareness long before he could go that far, snuffed out knowing he was becoming part of her. The ecstasy of being killed by her could have made him cum again if there was anything left of him.

It was far from over, of course. Wrenched forth from the empty cold, tucked into the darkness inside her once more, he found himself whole again thanks to her. He was still in her stomach. Senka didn't even have to swallow him again. She simply held him where he was, squeezing him, massaging him, loving on him. A soft song echoed down to where he dwelt inside her, even as his surroundings began to lurch and groan. This time, the juices were much less aggressive. There remained plenty of bones of her previous meals still lingering within her, brushing against this coarse skin as she began to knead and churn her prey, but she wasn't dissolving him instantly this time.

Instead, as she rubbed him and soothed him, the fleshy walls began to close in on him tighter and tighter. He got the idea when he heard the splintering bones. They weren't his, not at first. The crushing grip of her belly working on the leftover pieces of her previous meals - himself included - brought out such a frightful crunch that even he had to flinch. The tentacles found him before he could cry out too much. She was never going to stop violating him, using him, giving him pleasure beyond compare even while she slowly crushed him to death inside her stomach.

Just as he felt the squishy walls start to press down on him so strongly that his body was giving in under the pressure, she released once more. He got a moment's reprieve before she squeezed tight again, compressing his bones, popping his joints, making him strain against the force that threatened to pulp him with just a slightly harder clench. Instead, she tightened and released, again and again, testing him, tenderizing him, simultaneously massaging and threatening him while he swallowed a thick gob of tentacle cum from the one stiffening and flexing its way down his throat.

When the first part of him gave out with a sudden, violent crackle, he could only gurgle into the mouthful of cum she gave him. She didn't relent. Tighter and tighter still, she let the pulsing walls all but chew on him, breaking another piece of him with every squeeze. He felt his ribs splinter, his shoulders collapse, his legs twist and shatter. Yet she didn't finish him off, not yet. She ever so slowly compressed him down into a ball of shark meat, into a brutalized, crunched, mangled self, and yet even as his skull began to shatter and his neck began to bend too far, he had enough sense left to lay a few fat ropes of cum at the bottom of her belly as his tribute to her lovely skills.

Another death, and then another life thrust upon him left him disoriented at first. This time, he awoke settled into a waist-deep pool of some mild fluids. They didn't sizzle quite like the ones he'd encountered before. At most they tingled, gently working on him in a way he couldn't detect. It was going to take hours to melt him down like that, he thought, at least until the whips and crackles of her inner tentacles approached him. What started as a soothing soak, like a hot bath in the glowing confines of the nightmare's gut soon began a struggle as they looped around his arms and throat, dragging him underneath the surface of the juices tingling at his skin.

He couldn't overpower such a grip, but he could certainly thrash and splash around for her. It was a thrill to fight against her and be killed anyway. This time it was by drowning. He never thought it could feel so good. For one, there was the tingle of the gentle acids slowly eating into his skin. He found he liked it when it worked so gradually. Then there was the ecstasy of suffocating, of his body aching for air that wouldn't come. He was stiff for her, rubbing at the bottom of her belly, humping her from the inside in continuous tribute to her glory. And such a tribute he made by the time he was clutching at his throat, strangled at and drowned all at once, shuddering and kicking his way to a great finish that had him still cumming for her even as his arms fell slack and his body began to drift right back up to the bottom of that shallow pool, floating lifelessly as he was dissolved.

There were so many more ways for her to destroy him. He cherished every one. Sometimes it meant getting shoved facefirst into the acids so that he could be melted from his snout to his skull, searing through his brain while the rest of his body remained intact. Another time she twisted his head around with a tentacle until it was backwards. He managed to survive just long enough to appreciate the artistry of her kill before expiring. She tore at him and she digested him from every angle, crushing, melting, churning his body again and again, and he never stopped finding pleasure in the most horrific side of her nature. The sheer volume of cum he offered her was worth a whole extra shark, sure to satisfy her appetite just as well as his flesh.

He soon lost count of how many times she killed him. It was only after floating in the void a while longer, the flesh melted from his bones, his skeleton pulled apart and sinking deeper into her body, that he realized she wasn't bringing him back this time. He remained a thought, a self, but there was no body to attach it to. Sensation persisted in the form of her wobbling belly fat, as well as the extra jiggle on her thighs and ass digesting him had provided. That was enough to hear her words.

"Remain with me, a little longer. I want you to know what I've done to you. I want you to see what you've become."

The way she said it seemed so gentle, he didn't quite expect how she continued. He was aware of his surroundings, if not quite fully seeing through her eyes. It was more of a feeling, a knowing. They were back in his bedroom. There was nothing cosmic, nothing mysterious about those mundane surroundings. Senka stood up from his bed and took him to the middle of the room. He could feel her bouncing as she hefted all that enormous weight along, She was so soft, so well-fed, having churn all those people through her so many times. All those deaths inside her didn't end when Grey lost awareness. She'd melted and digested his body at least a dozen times over by then, and it was time to rid herself of what was left over.

A squat of that enormous rump down allowed her to balance herself with ease, despite her size. She lifted her fat tail high, and somewhere deep within her, Grey felt a spark of excitement that manifested in whatever he currently existed as. She was really going to do it. So many people, so many meals, and it all culminated in this. The great, satisfying relief spread through her body and his mind alike as the nightmare began to shit Grey out right on the floor of his bedroom.

It glowed. That was hardly any ordinary waste that Senka pushed out into a bone-strewn pile. Though many of those remnants had been digested to powder on the travels through her intestines, there were plenty more intact bones to the point of forming several skeletons by the time she was done making that great, steaming mountain of former Greys and all the others. She hummed to herself idly as she dumped him. He knew it felt good for her. All those smoothed-over bones stimulating her on the way out brought her enough pleasure to share it with the captive on her pudge, to let him delight in the humiliation of being nothing more than a towering pile of nightmare shit, churned and processed through her shiny body so many times over.

When she was done, she stood, leaving the light to slowly fade from the mound she left behind. It flickered and dimmed as she spoke.

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"You would look so good as nothing more than that for eternity," she said, and let that tease linger in Grey's consciousness for a while. "But I have more in mind for you. That soul of yours calls to me. I will only take a little."

Grey was in no position to offer any sort of feedback, good or bad. Maybe he could radiate some sort of approval. He still wanted anything she wanted, trusting her even with that immortal part of him. Plus, he was still all flustered after the show of dumping him out after digesting his body so many times. He was a feast, and he was going to continue to satisfy her, even at great risk to himself. The fear never left him. That was what compelled him to keep going deeper into the depravity of complete, absolute submission to the hungering horror.

She drained him. Just a little, just as she said. He felt the sucking sensation at the edge of his consciousness. A little tug, a little drag, a pulling feeling that consumed him in tiny pieces at a time filled him with the most exquisite horror of all. There was so much more awaiting a mortal like him after death - and she had the power to take it all away, to truly show him with nothing felt like. Yet instead, she only nibbled, tasting his precious soul and keeping those small bits for herself. The rest was subject to her eldritch corruption flooding it, darkening it, tainting him in a way that would never truly go away, or so it felt. He slowly siphoned down into her womb to join the seed he planted there, surrounded by her warmth and her song.

"Now nourish the life in my womb. Live on through what you have helped me create. You are loved, Grey. I will take such good care of you in your new form."

He closed his eyes - or at least made the mental equivalent of doing so. Grey was ready to give himself to her, to grow and be reborn in her image. The darkness of her womb was the thickest of all. He felt it overtake him in time, ushering him into something like sleep. Sometimes he flickered back to awareness, growing in her womb, her precious, her cherished gift, but he had no sense of how much time actually passed. Only that it was a bright, crisp morning when he found himself in her arms rather than her womb, with little memory of the growth between.

It was not the same Grey as before, at least not in appearance. He was black all over, dripping with a similar slime to mama's own. She hugged him and she held him, allowing him to enjoy merely being close to her. It didn't take long for the many-eyed slime-Grey to dip down, to shove his face in her lifegiving belly, to suck her tits, to single-mindedly take to adoring every inch of her body as he possibly could. There was nothing that made him feel better, nothing that mattered more to him. All he cared about was her approval, and it spilled from her lips in her loving tone.

"My good boy. My devotee. My drone. Does it bring you pleasure to worship me? I hope you know how good you're making me feel."

There were others, too. Grey was but one in a whole legion of transformed, mind-blanked pets kneeling before her. They had all bred her, fed her, and found new life rebirthed in her image. The slip-slop of movement as they all crowded close to lay their hands and tongues upon Senka at once was all but deafening. Grey didn't mind. There was so much of her to go around. He was thankful they could all pay such endless, thoughtless tribute to her for as long as they liked now.

"I can still undo what I have done." She looked deeply at Grey, as well as the others, and concluded that thought with a simple question. "Will I?"

Perhaps she was still pondering the answer, or maybe she was simply waiting for him to ask. The notion seemed unthinkable to Grey. There was so much time he still wanted to spend as hers, transformed, simplified, and remade to closer resemble the great mother in the dark. Every taste, every touch, every breath of her he was granted was another blessing from the horror herself. There was no rush to transform back. The life he had lived could wait - if time was even passing as it normally did.

There was only one thing for certain. He wasn't dreaming. There was no waking up from her grasp. Everything she had taken from him, everything he had changed was for real. Grey had no regrets, and no longer any fear. He was far too blank for that, but he could still serve her in other ways, in such deep, devoted ways, until she decided she'd had enough. Part of him hoped that day would never, ever come.

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"Now I long for more. I want your soul, Grey. Not to erase you, of course. You are worth so much more to me than that."

He could feel her smiling, ever the candle in the dark.

"I want you as close to me as possible. Come in, and make me all the more the mother than I already am."

The feeling of being dissolved once more was far more intense than anything he'd experienced in her belly. She tugged him in a thousand directions all at once, dragging him away, sucking him down, swallowing him into her deepest recesses. He wasn't being fully unmade so much as he was simply being taken in to be something else. Grey remained faintly aware, seeing her body from the outside just well enough to watch her tattoo shining brighter and adding new strands to its mind-boggling design. He was making her all the more potent, and he could feel it.

Senka's inner glow became that of motherly need, a terrifyingly powerful urge that had her burning with desires that required quenching. If she would have let them run wild, it might have meant the end of all things. That was how Grey felt about it anyway. He shared in her sensations, trying to understand them, overtaken by the intensity that probably would have killed him if there was anything to kill. Simply trying to comprehend how her pussy could somehow get even wetter was enough to confound him. It schlicked and gushed down her thighs without so much as a touch, ready to be bred all over again, leaving him swirling in a haze of shared pleasure, trying to get his thoughts together. Now that he lived within her, he was a passenger for her further indulgences, whether he could handle that or not.

"There's my good boy. Come with me. I need another one. Someone just as devoted as you. Someone who will scream for me. I think I know just the one."

Grey didn't understand how she moved. She chose where she was, and proceeded to be there. This time, it was to softly, gently, lovingly smother and overtake the body of a sleeping possum. The poor boy had no idea she was coming, screaming his surprise to find himself pinned beneath the monster in his bed. Yet in time, tucked into the embrace of her bosom, soaked in her slime, squished by her pregnant belly, he calmed, if still squirmed.

"Oh, Senka! I didn't expect you tonight. You're very welcome, though. Always are, of course"

The recognition in his voice mixed with relief. Of all the horrors to encounter in his sleep, she was the best one. She held him and pulled him until his head was sucked into her cleavage, just as she had done to Grey.

"I said I would be back. My dear Obie. Please forgive my abrupt appearance. I will put it simply .I need you. I desire all that you are so good at giving, and could not wait another moment without you."

Slickly slopping and grinding against her, already naked in his bed, the possum showed his immediate lust for the nightmare. He was stiff against her belly, and Grey could feel it. Yet even as he was grinding on her, he couldn't help but show a little hesitation.

"I've never seen you like this, Senka. You're so ... forward. And big. I don't mind, of course, I just reckon I should ask if you're alright ..."

"Perhaps this is a little closer to who I really am. Or perhaps I am simply enjoying myself." She ran her fingers through his hair. "You have always been so good to me. Will you do me this favour? Will you breed with me tonight, my sweet possum?"

"O-oh ..."

Even Grey could hear the excited little noise that came from Obie's mouth. He whimpered, he tried not to scream, and he found himself thrusting against her gut all but entirely automatically. She possessed him with desire simply by being there, directing his cock down until it too was nice and snug in her navel. All that humping and grinding had been intense enough from Grey's position. When that cock slipped into that comfy niche, it was like he was getting fucked directly. He was all nerves and pleasure centres, soaking it all in as that cock so divinely slipped and slurped back and forth, bringing pleasure to the three of them all at once.

Perhaps Senka's moans were louder thanks to Grey's inner bliss. Obie had no idea he and the monster weren't the only ones enjoying it. He probably wouldn't have cared. Everything was focused on fucking her, on clutching and kneading the supremely ample belly pressed right down atop his body. The weight could have crushed him, but Senka knew how to use it just right, how to keep his face smothered against it while he humped right in the middle of that glowing, shifting tattoo.

Grey took nearly as much pleasure from it when Senka lunged for Obie, bringing a cute scream out of him, and locked him into a deep tongue-kiss. She wriggled right down his throat while she made out with him, all but fitting his entire head into her mouth. It looked for more than a moment as if she was going to devour him on the spot. Instead, she locked her thighs around his hips and settled her flooded pussy down atop his trembling cock. He never quite managed to cum in her navel, but that just meant he was all the more pent up for her, all the more needy, twitching, dripping, ready to breed. Yet no amount of horny could prepare him for the life-altering feeling of delving deep into that unfathomably sloppy nightmare pussy, embraced from all sides by tight, squeeze, flooded walls.

The long schliccck came with Obie's whimper. He scrambled on his bed where he was pinned beneath her butt and belly alike, completely overwhelmed by pleasure. Senka showed no mercy, nor patience. There was no letting him adjust to the feeling of being inside of her. With that tattoo glowing brightly upon her belly, responding with a flicker like a spark when she stroked across it, That only fuelled her further, drawing energy from what remained of Grey, draining him away ever so slightly just to make her cunt all the wetter as she went gliding up and down the possum's dick. Though she was so much bigger than Obie, she clutched him so tightly she was more than satisfied with him, taking every pump of pleasure she needed from cock.

Grey was caught up in the combined sensations of breeding and being bred. He was intertwined with them both as if stuck between them, feeling both halves of their messy coupling. Senka's juices slopped and splashed all over the possum, his bed, even coated the walls around the two of them as she splattered herself down all over him, engulfing him in the slime flowing from her body. Someone he endured minutes of her thrusting down atop him, perpetually at his peak but never finding his release until she leaned close and filled his senses with the words that came from her motionless jaws.

"Breed me, Obie. Breed me. Breed me. Breed me."

Her mantra grew more imposing every time she repeated it. Senka's voice barked and boomed through their twisting surroundings, hardly the sweet song of usual. Obie's eyes were wide, his lip slightly quivering with the fear of seeing her like that. It was the hottest thing he could imagine. Staring directly into her lunging, gnashing jaws, he arched his back into a whimpering, convulsing orgasm that left his body in violent spasms. That didn't bother him. He gave her all his seed, everything he had, pouring it all out as if it was to be his last orgasm ever. Senka bounced atop him, draining his cock, slurping, schlorping, making an immense mess of his slim body while she drove him as deep as she could take him to make sure she didn't miss a single drop.

He wasn't playing dead. That poor poss legitimately passed out by the time he was done draining his balls fully inside Senka. It was just a moment. When he shook it off, he found himself slowly being dragged from inside her, pulled up into her embrace. Leaving her sex a creamed, overflowing mess had him glowing with delight. The thrill of breeding with the eldritch being, no matter what unknown consequences ensured he was still stiff to rub against her belly and the tattoo that glimmered there as she brought him to her breasts.

"Do you know what it's glowing like that, Obie?" she said after he was settled in, nuzzling her bust.

"I guess I didn't think about it too hard. You can do right about anything, can't you?"

"Mm." Senka offered him a smile and ran her claws fondly down his spine. That was all the answer he was going to get. "I am sure you've sensed him. Grey helps to fuel this mark upon me, to drive me even deeper into my own heat. He has given me so much. Do you want to taste him?"

She didn't need to wait for a reply. Of course he did. Guiding his head to her teat, she left the poss to nurse from her, swallowing down thick throatfuls of her entrancing milk. It was all thanks to Grey, and his many deaths. What had been a shark was nothing more than a mark upon her body, and a treat for the eager poss to swallow. Senka ran her hands across her tattoo as she fed the cute boy, helping to keep Grey tingling.

"All the nutrients I took from him have helped make what you now taste. He is sweet, isn't he? Just like you."

Obie never stopped sucking, but he showed precisely what he thought of those words with a throb of his cock. Even after giving her more cum than he ever thought himself capable of producing, he was ready to please her more. The soreness of his muscles and the fatigue throughout his body was largely irrelevant when she tasted so good, when she spoke her words in her soft voice, and knowing a friend was there to enjoy the ride only made him more eager.

"I am sure I don't have to tell you how much your friend Grey loves to flirt with danger. He is in such peril right this moment. The more I breed, the more I drain him. Too far, and it will be like he never was."

What might have been a warning under other circumstances was more like an invitation. Obie hesitated only slightly. There was still a trace of that good boy, of the anxious creature in there somewhere. He didn't want to do any harm to Grey. But he knew Senka wouldn't let it go that far. Besides, he was absolutely certain the genet-turned-shark was going to love every second of danger, ever closer to the edge. It was his job to help bring him there.

Senka relented once the possum's belly was nice and full. Despite how much he'd chugged down, Obie didn't feel heavy or sloshy. It was comfortable inside him, warming him just right from within. He watched the nightmare as she beckoned to him, this time guiding him down with her, rather than getting on top of him. He was free to get on top of her, to find himself snug between her thighs, balls nestled atop the base of her tail, and enter her perfect tunnel all over again.

This time, he was in control. Relatively speaking. It was his opportunity to show all his appreciation, all his love for mama Senka. She held him close and let him sprawl across her belly while he fucked her as hard as he possibly could. No amount of exhaustion could slow him down once he got started with that pussy. The slick feedback of every stroke, of squishing, squirting ecstasy erupting from Senka's cunt kept him going, faster and faster, as firmly as that comparatively tiny body could muster. He wanted her to know how much he adored her.

While Grey soaked in the stimulation that came with the thump thump of Obie working his hips, he felt himself dulling ever so slightly more. There was that tugging sensation again. It dragged a little more of him away with every thrust, blanking out his higher thought, making him forget ever so slightly more about himself and his world. He was getting fucked to nothing, and it felt so good. Senka squeezed Obie between her squishy thighs to make sure he didn't stop, locking him in place for another breeding, for another load deep inside her eldritch womb. He'd already planted his seed within her depths, but she wanted all of it.

Soon, Obie was hardly in control of his own body anymore. His muscles worked and contracted all on their own to power-fuck the monster far more aggressively than he'd ever taken any other woman. Senka was special. She deserved the roughest treatment. Her thick body absorbed it all as he sank into her belly, face flopped atop her middle, tattoo fading beneath him. The elaborate strands of its design were unfurling, shrinking, vanishing. There wasn't much Grey left by the time his balls swelled with orgasm once more. One more cumshot might have been enough to completely erase the shark from existence.

Obie was just going to have to trust Senka. He had no choice. There was no holding back. No one could have kept from cumming inside such an inviting, squishing, squeezing sex. A thrash, a flop, a cry, and the poss unloaded straight into the darkness of Senka's womb, listening to her haunting wails telling him what a good job he was doing with every shot. The near-continuous stream of pure seed flooded her and filled her, sloshing around within her atop all the sloshing she was already doing. He made a great, splattered mess of her inner thighs and her tail, cumming, shooting, soaking with every stroke, and he couldn't stop, even when his eyes were rolling back and his tongue was flopping out of his mouth. That comical expression barely began to truly tell how good he felt, breeding with something so much greater than him. Especially when he made her cum.

For all the mess he'd made of her, Senka's orgasm was far more potent. She gushed back at him and left him swimming in the mist of her release. The clenching, flexing contractions were far too intense to resist. He kept on going, devoting every drop of seed to her when it was so elegantly massaged out of his dick. Even when he was trembling all over, near to breaking in body and mind, she still squeezed on him and milked him completely dry with her monstrous cumshot. When she said she wanted him, she meant it, and she didn't release her grip until her womb was full of so much of his cum it shouldn't have been possible for him to make. She gave him that strength, just by being her.

When he was done, sprawled, flopped, he remained precisely where he was. His arms were limp, slack over the rise of Senka's middle, and his breath came heavily. He gasped and sometimes coughed, just recovering from it all. There wasn't much of a pattern left on Senka's middle anymore. Maybe a few faint lines. He rubbed her both in admiration, and in seeing those last tendrils would still glow for him.

"Is he ... I didn't go too far, did I?" he said, eyes wide, as if it would have been his own fault and not hers that Grey was gone.

"Mmmm." Senka's moan was genuine. The humble poss had made her feel so good. She didn't keep him in suspense too much longer. "I have him here. By a single thread."

Obie bit his lip and watched her as she raised two fingers to illustrate clutching something tiny, barely pinching it.

"Will you call me a monster if I say I am tempted to let it go? I know he would be happy to be part of me forever. He might even encourage me to do so, if he had a voice."

The possum's eyes were wide, even pleading at hearing that. Senka offered him her kindest of smiles, with all her inner moonlight.

"Don't look so scared, sweetie. I may be a monster, but I shall not keep you from your friend. I am keeping his essence for now. You will meet his new form soon."

As consciousness began to flood back and the tattoo began to renew itself upon her belly under Obie's relieved touches, massaged back to life, Grey found himself comprehending the weight of that exchange. He'd been so close. She could have ended up forever with nothing more than whim. Instead, she kept him on her belly, close to her, tied to her, but preserved. Whenever he returned to the physical world, he was going to be so much different. And after stepping as close to the edge as possible, after tasting new pleasures the likes of which he'd never imagined, he couldn't wait to share that self with others.