Chapter 28: Shark Food

Iro ambled into the kitchen, his nose leading the way. His face lit up when he spotted Skalla crouched on the floor, her gaze fixed on the oven’s glass door.

He didn’t want to disturb her, so he quietly made his way to the refrigerator. He had a small section in there where he could keep his own food.

The fridge was huge, designed to accommodate the dietary needs of various species, all of different shapes and sizes.

Iro opened the fridge and started rummaging around for a snack. Suddenly, he felt a gentle breeze on his shoulder. He turned around to find Skalla standing right behind him.

“H-hey, Skalla,” he stammered, not wanting to get in trouble for eating before dinner, but still craving a snack. “Can I have something to eat before dinner?”

Skalla placed a finger on Iro’s snout to silence him and continued to stare at him.

“Don’t spoil your appetite. You’ve been out all day and”—Skalla turned to look at him, her eyes narrowing—“it ~seems~ like you had something other than food on your mind.”

Iro blushed and fell silent. “I thought sharks had a poor sense of smell.”

Skalla laughed and finally stepped back, giving Iro some breathing space. She was taller than him by a head and shoulders. “Ha! We do. But we have ~exceptionally~ sharp senses for ~important~ things.”

She leaned in closer to Iro. “Things like blood. Or a ~mate~, and the scents a mate would emit.”

She looked him up and down, invading Iro’s personal space and smelling slightly fishy herself. “So, how was the carnival?”

Iro shivered and tried to meet Skalla’s predatory gaze. “It was nice. Mika and Beck got along well. Alethria was there.”

Skalla nodded, her shark teeth visible as she grinned. “~I see~… so that’s why you skipped lunch. And now you’re hungry.”

Skalla gestured toward the oven and the food roasting inside. “Sorry, pup, but dinner’s still an hour away. But my work here is pretty much done. Just waiting for the timer now. And ~I’m~ feeling like a ~snack~ myself.”

Iro shivered as Skalla’s tone became increasingly suggestive. “W-what did you have in mind?”

Skalla snickered as she placed a hand on the smaller canine’s shoulder.

“Take a ~wild~ guess,” she said, wrapping her large, strong hands around Iro’s arms and lifting him off the floor, a hungry smile on her face. “I told you I’ve been needing a workout.”

Iro squirmed and struggled for a moment as Skalla picked him up with ease, but quickly realized he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Is there any chance I can convince you ~not~ to spoil ~your~ appetite?” he asked with a nervous chuckle. Skalla could be forceful, but right now, she seemed downright ravenous.

“Uh-uh,” she replied, shaking her head.

Iro whined. “I thought so,” he muttered as Skalla carried him over to a clean counter surface and laid him on it, his legs dangling over the edge.

She began to pull his pants off, her strong hand rubbing the small bulge in his underwear.

Iro couldn’t help it, he was always a little turned on by being dominated, and Skalla could, quite ~literally~, toss him around.

“Getting used to the spider silk, huh?” Skalla teased, noticing Iro’s white panties, a creation of the mansion’s resident spider girl.

Iro shuddered under Skalla’s touch and looked away. “They’re soft, okay?”

Skalla chuckled. “I know. I’ve felt Ara’s work plenty of times. Just not yours. Not yet.”

Iro looked away as Skalla began to explore his genitals, her touch playful and insistent, forcing Iro into an erect state before finally pulling his underwear down.

“~There~ he is,” she murmured, looking at Iro’s four-inch canine shaft.

She slowly wrapped her strong hand around it, completely enclosing it, and began to gently squeeze and release, lightly tugging up and down.

Iro whimpered and moaned at her touch. Skalla’s hand felt slightly wet and blubbery, like a spongy pillow with the strength of a bodybuilder. Because, as far as Iro was concerned, Skalla pretty much ~was~ a bodybuilder.

She grinned at him as she felt him start to throb and twitch. “Already, puppy? You must be especially eager today.”

She smirked as Iro avoided her gaze, panting to relieve stress, before releasing her grip and bringing her lips down to flick her cold tongue over his tip.

The sudden change in temperature and the seductive move sent Iro over the edge. With a moan, he began to cum, shooting three steady ropes of cum onto Skalla’s chin and tongue. Skalla chuckled deeply.

“~Good boy~,” she said before immediately starting to stroke him again, causing Iro to jolt and try to pry her hand off his highly sensitive member.

“P-please…”

“Please ~what,~ pup?” Skalla asked, continuing to stroke and dominate the canine.

“D-don’t…don’t stop,” he whimpered, relaxing his hands to merely hold onto Skalla and shudder through the overstimulation.

Skalla smirked as she resumed her intense hand job. “Knew it.”

She grunted as she began to use her other hand to fondle and tease Iro’s pouch beneath his shaft, making the canine shudder and squeal in surprise before shifting back into effeminate moans.

Eventually, Skalla slowed to a stop just as Iro was beginning to twitch again, on the brink of another forced orgasm.

Iro let out a soft whimper, propping himself up on one elbow. His eyes widened as he realized Skalla had shed her skirt, leaving her completely bare underneath.

“Your turn, pup,” she said, a playful grin on her face. She sauntered back to the counter, effortlessly lifting one leg to rest her knee on it.

In one fluid motion, she positioned herself on the counter and Iro, aligning her slender slit with Iro’s snout. “Go ahead. ~Take a taste~. You wanted a snack, didn’t you?”

Iro shivered, his gaze fixed on Skalla. From his position, he could see her toned abs and flat chest, but most prominently, her narrow and pale vagina, pressing right against his nose.

Hesitantly, Iro extended his tongue, finding the taste reminiscent of raw fish.

“Good. Now, keep going,” Skalla commanded, sinking a little deeper on her knee to lower herself onto Iro, leaving him with the choice to either lick or suffocate.

Choosing the former, Iro began to lap at Skalla’s folds with his soft, wet tongue, eliciting moans and grunts of pleasure from the shark girl.

Skalla’s tail, a wide extension from the small of her back that tapered into a finned shark tail, began to sway gently behind her, signaling her enjoyment.

Iro’s own white, furry tail mirrored the action, wagging between his suspended legs. Despite being completely out of his control, he was far from unhappy.

Skalla reached down, her hand massaging Iro’s fuzzy scalp, encouraging him to delve deeper, to lick faster.

Her breathing started to quicken until she suddenly turned her head to the side, her gaze landing on the oven.

“F—Iro. Pup. Lick me. Hard, now, please. T-the roast!”

Iro didn’t quite understand her urgency, but he complied. He plunged his tongue deep inside Skalla, his hands gently prying her labia further apart.

His snout was fully immersed in her, causing Skalla to moan in pleasure. Her free hand slammed onto the counter for balance as she climaxed, drenching Iro in a rush of her fluids.

Panting, Skalla managed to stumble over to the oven, nearly forgetting oven mitts before pulling out a perfectly roasted cut of pork.

She set it on the counter, collapsing onto the floor, her limbs spread out like a starfish. Iro climbed off the counter, wiping his face as best he could, knowing he’d need a proper shower to truly clean up.

He moved over to Skalla, crouching beside her. They were both panting heavily. Skalla looked up at him, a grin full of teeth on her face. “I see why the girls like you.”