title: Sharkbites aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Dipdoo] id: [48019339] date: 星期四, 十月 13日 2022, 5:04:18 下午 modified: 星期四, 十月 13日 2022, 5:35:48 下午

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Sharkbites

Author: Dipdoo Source: Sharkbites

It was the weekend and that meant it was time for some relaxation. Pierce spent much of the day lounging at home before being reminded of how messy his home was thanks to a little tumble he took after tripping over his well worn coat.

After a thorough tidying of his home, he paced around for a moment, thinking over how he wanted to spend the evening as it approached. It was too late in the day to take a nap without risking a wrecked sleep schedule. Exercising wouldn’t be wise either, not after yesterday’s rough workload. He strolled to his bathroom and leaned on the counter, staring at himself while hoping to think up what to do.

As he stared, he would notice that he looked a bit more pale than usual… The beach! A Summer evening on the beach sounded nice, and it’s been far too long since his last visit to the shore.

With just a shirt, some flip flops, some trunks, and a towel, he hurried down the short stairway that linked his front door to the sidewalk, the horizon visible to the West. He started on a not too long walk down the wide road he lived on, his stride calm yet confident as he kept his head high.

It wasn’t long before a catcall reached him. He followed the sound to the opposite side of the street, where a pair of towering Selachoids fluttered their lashes at him, one of them offering a dainty wave. It was always strange to see the huge sharkfolk acting remarkably similar to a regular human. But this wasn’t the first time Pierce had found himself ogled at by the semi-aquatic gals. Sure, he was a good mix of handsome and cute and was a bit taller than average, but that only put him at chest height of the shortest Selachoids.

Maybe it was his almost shining black hair or stark blue eyes? He wasn’t quite sure, but there was no confusion over how the distant admiration made him feel as his stride became shaky for a moment. He returned the wave with a shy smile before squaring his shoulders and partially recovering his composure while hurrying his walk along.

Giggling echoed after him a short ways as the two of them watched him walk, admiring his rear for a moment before turning into a coffee shop. He couldn’t help but check over his shoulder a short while later, hoping he wasn’t being followed by a more lecherous shark.

Thankfully, the coast was clear, as was the rest of his walk to the beach. There was plenty of space on the beach too. Only a handful of people were out and about, nearly half of them surfing while the moon rested opposite the sun, hauling the waves just a bit harder into the shore.

As he laid his blanket out not far from the lifeguard tower that stood in the center of the beach, he watched a woman about his height strutting inland from it. But the tower would never be left unmanned, so he must’ve missed watching her replacement climb into it.

Oh well, he might spot them before it was time to head back home. Right now though, all Pierce wanted to do was take a seat on his towel, remove his shirt, and lay back to relax. And that’s exactly what he did, his fingers laced behind his head as he closed his eyes and let the slowly falling sun tan much of his front half.

He rested there for quite a while, the sun coming close to setting by the time he sat up again for a stretch and yawn. The beach was emptier now, most of the surfers having headed back home, leaving only him and his fellow loungers.

‘What about the tower?’ He thought while turning to glance at the lifeguard’s tower. He couldn’t see who was stationed there, but he could see half of a heavy tail flopped around the corner of its cabin nearest him.

Pierce nodded with the sight, it made plenty of sense to have a Selachoid be a lifeguard. They could swim better than any human after all. With a shrug, he would turn onto his front, bringing his arms up to cradle his head while the sun started its tanning of his backside.

Before he knew it, his resting eyelids grew heavy and his body relaxed just a little bit more. A good deal later, he jolted awake with drool dribbling from his chin and onto his arms. The sun was long gone as he groaned and picked himself up, coming to rest on his knees.

The light still on the beach let him know that the moon was halfway towards being full, but he seemed to be in the shade of something… He traced the edge of the faint shadow with his eyes. Its base was as wide as his towel and it grew with the curves a woman might have. But they just kept going and going, finally ending at six times his width with two… handles?

The shadow moved then, one of those handles disappearing as the person casting it leaned down. His breath froze in his chest as he realized that the shadow belonged to someone and slowly turned around with a nervous smile.

A questioning smirk on a white and sandy brown face met him. Judging by the uniform she wore, she was the lifeguard he spotted earlier, because she was certainly a Salachian and a huge one at that. She spoke with a confident and clear voice, her tone questioning, but with just a bit of a tease to it. “I haven’t seen someone nap at the beach at this hour before. Was that planned?”

Pierce wordlessly gawked up at her, his eyes a couple shades brighter than her deep blue peepers in the low light from the moon. He looked her over, from hips to head. Her quirked brow rose a bit higher as he traced the dark eyeliner she wore and the black stripe along the top half of her face, curving over her head and presumably all the way down her back to the tip of her tail.

Finally, with a rush of warmth to his cheeks and a slight tingling of his scalp, he replied. “I-I don’t think so… I, uhm, came down here to get some sun before it set.” He sounded about as surprised as he looked.

Flat on his back, his feet straddled by the massive shark woman and trunks starting to tent as his eyes fell to her breasts, each one at least the size of his torso. He was so far outmatched it was hard to find amusing. But she still smiled with a small giggle while offering him a hand, her fingers the same black as the stripe along her head. “Well, let me help you up and get you home. It’s nearly midnight!”

Her nearly platinum blonde hair, swept to one side, helped give her enough of a disarming appearance for him to accept the help up. Still, he couldn’t suppress a gasp as her hand swallowed up his, squeezing just hard enough for him to realize her strength. And when she pulled, he flew face first into her stomach. It was plush at first, warm too, comforting even. Then his face sunk deep enough to reach the muscle underneath the soft exterior.

By the time she realized her mistake and steadied him on his feet with a hand on each of his shoulders, his trunks had a steep bulge. He stood there shocked for a moment as she looked him over with a mix of worry and interest until he blinked a few times and looked up to meet her mixed expression with wide eyes. “I’m Pierce and it’s n-nice to meet you!” It seemed as if he just blanked on the face to gut moment until a questioning smile spread across his face

Her smirk returned as one of her hands went from his shoulder to her hip. “I’m Marina Blacktip.” She lifted her shoulder-gripping hand in front of his face and wiggled her fingers before pointing down to her feet, where he could see that her last name was plenty literal, her toes the same black as her fingers. Her hand clapped onto his shoulder again, causing him to take half a step closer to her as he staggered forward. “It’s very nice to meet you too Pierce! I think that tanning worked too, you look wonderful!”

His already bright blush deepened as she squatted down to eye level, her tail resting in the sand to the side opposite her shoulder-holding arm. “Th-thanks! You feel er uh…. l-look great too!”

Marina tilted her head slightly to one side while putting on a knowing smile, her eyes squinting lightly as they traveled from his face to his crotch, then back again. “Feel great? So you liked that little hug~” It was phrased like a question, but it certainly wasn’t spoken like one.

He followed her gaze down his body before gulping and locking eyes with her again. “I-I…” Pierce paused and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and simply nodding with the same nervous smile as before, but a bit wider this time.

The hand on his shoulder would gently slip under it while the hand on her hip slid under his opposite arm so she could calmly grip and lift him up as she slowly rose to her full height, twice his own. She showed him an innocent smile “Well then cutie, let’s get to know each other a little better!” but her tone was sultry enough to make him shiver.

With him held in front of her, she turned and started to trot towards her lifeguard’s tower, eyes scanning over him with a hunger that he didn’t quite recognize as he lifted both arms up to rest on hers rather than leaving them to dangle. “So uh, you’re a lifeguard. Do you do anything else often?” Soon after asking his question, Pierce winced, realizing how tactless it was.

Her brows furrowed with his question but her smile remained. “Lifeguarding is most of my professional life. Personally though…” She paused to set him down in front of the ladder-like stairs that led up the white, wooden tower. “I love good food of all kinds, shapes, and sizes~”

He was surprised how quickly she covered the distance from his towel to her tower, but as he looked up to her from his freshly seated position, he was reminded that she was twice his height and many multiple times his bulk. He wasn’t clueless enough to miss the spark in her eyes on the word ‘sizes’ though. “F-Food! I can s-” He very nearly said something even more tactless and paused with a light shake of his head and a grin. “I’m a line cook for a nearby restaurant, The Seadog’s Rally.”

That spark grew into a shine as she dropped onto her knees with a slight gasp before settling onto her haunches, hands coming to rest in her lap. “I love that place, I visit every Thursday night!”

“Thursday is my last work day for most weeks! Have you tried that night’s special before?”

“Of course I have! The halibut with sauteed garlic scallops and shrimp, it’s wonderful!”

Her tail fwumped into the sand beside them both on the word ‘wonderful,’ making him flinch slightly before grinning with her praise and nodding. “It took me a while to get the amount of garlic just right, too much and it’s overpowering, too little and it loses its kick.”

Marina’s eyes traveled along him once again, her tail twitching on the words ‘overpowering’ and ‘kick.’ “Mmmh, just thinking about it is making me hungry.” She licked her lips, a tongue the size of his head dragging along the sides of her snout.

His eyes widened for a moment as they followed that slick appendage, his trunks starting to tent once again as he caught onto what he just let her lead him into. “Hungry huh? I think I have what I need to make something similar to that special at home if you’re…”

Pierce’s voice trailed off as she leaned forward, crowding him enough to make him have to lean back or be bumped into. Up until he lost his balance and fell onto his back, the huge Salachian looming above him with a lonely strand of drool starting to dribble down her chin.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I won’t hurt you… I’m a lifeguard after all~”

She opened her mouth wide, letting him stare into a gaping maw with plenty of pointed teeth. It looked remarkably roomy too, and before he knew why, one of his arms strayed from its place at his side and inched towards her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, welcoming his curious hand as her eyes stayed locked on his.

Only now did he realize that she had a pair of white eyebrows as they rose, letting him look deep into her eyes while his other hand joined the first, feeling at her cheeks while the first delved deeper. Once he was wrist deep, she rumbled out the words. “I’mf gonna thwallow you whole litthle maann~”

His breath froze in his throat yet again as he felt a pair of powerful hands grip his lower back and the back of his thighs as she began to effortlessly hoist him up. Her eyes held his own in place, his hands shivering as she opened her mouth even wider before using her heavy tongue to guide his cheek-focused hand into her maw with its twin.

Then, without warning, she would close her lips around his wrists and start to suck. The strange sensation reminded him to breathe, and he immediately began to pant as all this time spent hot and bothered caught up to him. “M-Marina a-are you s-sure?”

“Of courthe!” With those garbled words, she would calmly guide him further inside, pausing for a breath once both arms were lost inside of her. Pierce’s eyes opened even wider as her throat’s muscles pulsed along his forearms and hands, trying to pull them further down as his face met her lips. Hot breath ruffled his hair a moment later as his entire head was sucked inside with a plop! A little yelp came with the sudden shift and the stuffy environment he found himself in.

Warm, wet, and quite tight, he couldn’t help but relax with the odd, comforting sensation that traveled up his throat-bound arms and into his maw-bound head, making his scalp tingle once again. A sudden gulp came then, submerging his noggin in the same throat-sleeve his arms were in. He let out a tense moan before his entire body went almost completely limp, save for his cock as it bucked in his trunks.

Marina took notice of his pent up pecker too as one hand supported his legs while the other worked at his waistband, making quick work of the pesky wrapping her snack had on. Once that obstacle was flopped over one of the steps to the tower beside them, she continued to gobble up the cook with a quick series of schlups and gulps.

His arms would reach her gut the same moment his crotch met her mouth. His cock was dragged along her tongue, suckled on the same as the rest of him. But his pride was treated to a sensual wriggling from her taster as it was sent into her throat, where it was given the same pulsing pull towards her stomach as his arms, head, and torso before. Pierce felt a sudden rush of not warmth but outright heat as his rod was lost in her throat, his entire pelt pulsing with pleasure before he heard a strangely distant splurt from his loins.

With a rush of clarity from the sudden climax, he observed his new surroundings as best he could with the miniscule amount of light that snuck in through her throat. Pink, lots of pink flesh everywhere he looked, and he could’ve sworn he was about to go face first into the bottom valve of her stomach. With a light gurgle, almost as if his momentary new home was laughing at him, his face was smothered by the slick flesh. He jolted away from it on instinct, but strings of what felt similar to saliva kept his noggin connected to the hungry walls of her stomach.

His legs met her mouth soon after and they were sent down the quickest of all while she hissed out a single word between his ankles. “Delicious~” Feeling the nervous cook entering her gut proper, where his squirming was subdued by the natural squeeze of the walls of her stomach and the muscles of her abdomen, made her feel both full and whole. A comfort she hadn’t felt in far too long filled her as she reclined on her arms and watched her tummy shift and wriggle with Pierce inside.

“Damn… I thought you would make for a bigger bulge with how great you taste~”

Her voice echoed around him, sounding clear from directly above him but muffled from every other direction. He squirmed lightly with her words, shifting himself around until his front faced the same way as hers, his hands probing around the whole while.

Marina let out a content sigh with the internal massage he unwittingly gave her until he pushed, struggling to stretch his arms and legs out as far as he could, straining against the lightly contracting walls of her stomach. The relaxing squeeze her throat treated him to kept his muscles from exercising their full might, but even so, he was able to get his arms and legs close to ninety degree angles before her gut squeezed back, bundling him up neatly and turning him around as she patted her stomach with a chuckle. “Don’t exhaust yourself in there too quickly, cutie, or you’ll be at my stomach’s mercy.”

He twisted around again, righting himself with more than a few grunts as he felt a slight ache in most of his muscles already. “S-So… what are you going to d-do with me now?” Even after being gulped down and blowing a load in her throat, there was still a light blush on his face.

“I’ll let you get comfortable in there so you can sleep. Then I’ll take you home and compare your taste coming back up to that full flavor you treated me to as you went down~” Her hands gripped her bulging gut with a longing hum and he found himself pressing against her palms from the inside with a small smile.

“That sounds wonderful…” He replied as his eyelids drooped and body relaxed further, his hands falling to his sides as he slumped and began to doze off.