Ezra and ValeThe sun beat down on the crowded beach. Ezra, a statuesque shark futa, cut through the throng with predatory grace. Her tall frame was pure muscle, covered in shimmering grey-blue scales contrasting with a stark white underbelly that ran between her immense breasts. A dorsal fin rose from her slicked-back dark hair, her tail sweeping lazily behind her.
Her path was blocked by Vale, the beach's bully. Shorter but formidable, Vale's compact frame boasted dark, mottled scales and a jagged dorsal fin. A scar cut across her lip, pulling it into a permanent sneer.
Move along, guppy, *Ezra purred, her voice a low rumble. You're blocking the tide. Her pale blue eyes swept over Vale dismissively. Aren't you just the cutest thing? Tension crackled. In a silent show of dominance, both grew erect. Ezra swelled to an incredible size—a thick, veined monument of flesh that seemed to dwarf all else. She looked down, expecting defeat.
But Vale's sneer widened. Her own member thickened to obscene girth, lengthening past Ezra's tip. Her sac swelled to a massive size, surpassing Ezra's impressive orbs. Vale's cock became a monstrous pillar, casting a shadow over Ezra's erection. Cold horror wiped the smirk from Ezra's face.
Vale let out a low, guttural chuckle. She gave her hips a slight, mocking thrust, making her colossal member sway. Her lips split into a wide, vicious grin. Right back at ya, big girl.
This was a common sight here, a silent competition for dominance, one Vale has yet to lose.