Late Sharky (Web Res) (Patreon)

"Like what you see?" The smugness in the shark's eyes pulled her grin even wider, emanating audacity as easily as exhaling the air from her lungs. She sat on the stone barrier, wearing naught but a cloak of fur. Round, large breasts bare, the cold air biting her nipples. A silvery bush peeking between her legs. Scars over blue hide scattered on her figure, most old, some new."It's her cloak," was his gruff response, words already cold before they met the winter air. He stepped up beside her, cleaning his hands from the remains of a freshly gut moose on an old and brownish rag."Did she complain again? Whine and bitch?" He couldn't see her face, but he heard that grin on her voice. He only nodded.She huffed. "My sisters would've been at my throat for this insolence and I would've paid them in kind. Your women are craven.""The men of your tribe lacked the strength to control their women it seems," he said with a grunt. A chuckle in truth, frozen in the throat. He tucked the rag under his belt. "She knows her place, knows your place. You should do well to remember that, wench.""Aye and you proved yourself and yours to be stronger." Her hand touched his bicep, running her fingers down his rough grey scales and over a dozen of scars. Compared to him, her hand seemed tiny, insignificant like a pebble against a mountain, yet she was a mother to his child and that made her invaluable. Despite her… willfulness. "I obey, but she can come speak her mind herself and not hide behind her title. Weakness is unbecoming of the wife of such a man as you. Makes a wench wonder… maybe you deserves better?""Are all sharks so insolent?" He turned to her, frowning. She was still grinning, but he noticed the little flinch in the corners of her lips, the slight tremble in her fingers against his arm, the tilt in her ears. Good, she had to learn, but they never did. "You will only anger her, aye, and she will bark at you, but she knows she needs not bite you. She knows you are beneath her.""Then I will hear the bitch bark," she said and wiggled herself playfully to swing her massive breasts from side to side, "I've nothing to fear from her."He grunted. Her hands reached for his belt.

"You never answered my question." His belt was swiftly unbuckled. "Hm?" His deerskin trousers fell with a heavy thud. "You like what you see?" The smugness in her eyes remained even as she took him in her mouth.Short story written by  Tri-baleisson!Serianna wears her man's cloak, or might she have stolen another tribeswoman's~?

Serianna couldn't make it for Shark Week, but she'll make it up to you for her lateness~