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The tourist couldn’t help but let a dejected sigh slip from his lips, the sun beating down threatening to burn a hole straight through the top of his bucket hat. He had brought his summer clothes on this vacation, wearing barely anything more than a pair of slippery flip flops and a loosely fitting tank top and trunks, yet he still felt like he was being baked alive. His weight shifted, nudging the bucket off to his side to make sure the few tiny fish trapped within were still living, glittering scales rippling as they swam in circles for a few moments before lazily settling back down into their plastic prison.
His grip was loose on that of a long fishing pole, having not had a single nibble in over an hour as the morning crawled by, the tourist's gaze wandering over the few he had managed to catch earlier in the day for several long moments. With how puny they were and with how hot it had become, he was beginning to reconsider if this entire ordeal was even worth it.
He wiped the sweat from his brow as he muttered something about his poor planning, leaning up against one of the many pillars lining the pier's walkway and briefly glancing about. He knew coming at night was a far safer option to prevent being caught and to keep the heat at bay more importantly. However, he wouldn't admit out loud that the island sounds past dusk freaked him out.
So here he was, cooking in the island sunshine.
Fantastic.
Lazily, his gaze wandered back to that of the ocean, water sliding rhythmically against the shore before receding back out into the open water. The sunlight glimmered off the surface, and a few fat gulls lazily glided through the bright blue sky above, where no clouds lingered. A gentle breeze rustled a few palm trees, the pier's swollen boards below creaking gently. To a majority of people, it would be considered a paradise.
To him though?
He was getting tired of the humidity and the damn heat…
… And the lack of any biting on his line.
"Come on…" He groaned, and as if the ocean had heard his complaints, there was a sudden splash far from the shore. He swung his head instinctively, finding nothing more than settling ripples and a flash of something bright blue beneath the water that quickly faded deeper.
"Huh…?" He blinked, clenching his jaw and tightening his hold on the fishing pole as if he knew exactly what was about to happen. Only a few seconds of peace remained, his heart rate steadily climbing as he watched his bobber far from the dock's edge dip teasingly. A gentle bob followed by another, until it suddenly dropped hard beneath the water's surface.
A sharp whistle sounded, the crank of his reel spinning out of control as his line raced into the depths of the ocean after whatever had chomped down onto his bait. Before he could even grasp onto the lever, his fishing pole jerked sharply, taking his arm right along with it as he stumbled several feet and nearly tripped over himself.
“What the-!?” He dug his heels into the boards of the pier, finding his reel entirely naked in an instant, now being dragged along by nothing more than the single string of braided line. He heaved backwards, his pole bending with a tremble as it threatened to snap between the fisherman and whatever beast he’d managed to hook as it hauled him closer. “Fuckin… Fish-!” He growled, his grip tightening on the lever sharply that creaked as he was heaved towards the watery depths, catching a glimpse of his reflection, a bright red face screwed up in frustration glaring back at him. He sucked in a breath as the line suddenly went slack and nearly sent him toppling backwards, the fisher quickly beginning to reel as fast as his fingers would let him even as his tired arms trembled and his digits throbbed. There was no telling how long the fish would feign being tuckered out.
All he knew was that it wouldn't be long.
He hadn't even gone five rotations before he felt himself lurch forwards again, the tips of his toes sliding over the edge of the pier as he let out a yelp in surprise. If he didn't win this tug of war fast, he'd be dragged right down into the water! He wrapped his fingers tight, suddenly yanking back hard with the entire weight of his body to match as his fishing pole contorted and twisted until finally-
Snap-!
“Shit-!” The metal of his reel broke apart midair and the pole snapped in two, the tourist crashing down and knocking into the side of his bucket. A clatter immediately followed, the plastic container and the few beauties he'd managed to catch spinning over the edge of the pier dramatically. He lunged after, his fingers grasping over slimy fish that disappeared into the depths of the sea, unable to salvage anything except a few drops of meaningless salty water. He lingered there, wide brown eyes staring into the ripples of waves with an outstretched arm as he seemed entirely lost for words. For several moments, nothing but a few squawking gulls above and the muffled crashing of waves were heard, tranquility settling back onto the island shore. Until finally, he sucked in a deep breath, face a bright red, and released a yell of rage at the sky as if it were someone else’s fault.
Only when that scream turned to a rasp, did his shoulders droop, the man deflating into a defeated mound.
He’d wasted his entire morning and had nothing to show for it.
He sighed, pressing a hand to the boards below to stand, suddenly hissing as a sharp jolt of pain ripped through his arm, a smear of red appearing over the wood. He grasped at his palm, finding a jagged line of torn flesh awaiting his attention, leaking with blood. In the heat of the moment, he hadn’t realized his reel breaking apart had sliced open his hand, several droplets falling down into the water and dissipating on the salty ripples while several more sprinkled around him on the dock. He hissed a sharp exhale, a throbbing becoming noticeable now as he cradled his wound and made another attempt to stand.
Even without the gash stopping him this time however, something else did.
A dark shadow washed over him, blotting out the sun and a strong flowery scent followed, making the boy freeze in an instant. He'd been caught.
“... I… I wasn’t doing anything, I swear-! I-!” Excuses fell from his lips, the script he’d repeated in his head thousands of times before if someone were suspicious of his fishing lost immediately. So much for all that rehearsing. However, as he whirled around and the throbbing in his hand fell to the back of his mind, he found himself beneath the shadow of not a man or officer, but rather a very tall woman.
A pair of bright pink irises shimmered curiously, the stranger holding up a mangled piece of fishing line that she flossed between massive sharpened teeth. She gave an innocent tilt of her head as his jaw fell open in shock at the sight, unnaturally colored skin and what appeared to be gills making it impossible to look away. Sparkling hair drenched and glossy with seawater fell over her shoulder as she watched the dumbfounded man, discarding the line aside carelessly.
“Aw~ I didn’t mean to end our game so quick, little tourist…” Her voice was as sweet as the hibiscus flowers laced in strands of blonde, the girl giggling to herself and a massive tail swaying excitedly behind showing the level of strength that could've certainly broken any fishing pole, professional or otherwise. He hadn't stood a chance.
She gave another sweet laugh as he crawled backwards and demanded she stay away, kicking out in a desperate attempt to strike the predator even as the woman practically skipped after him. As if this entire thing were just an amusing game. She was about to speak again before her gaze seemed to catch a glimpse of the scattered pieces of his broken fishing pole, several parts having fallen through the cracks of the boardwalk. She stopped in her tracks, releasing a soft gasp in surprise as her once cheerful gaze found him with a far more apologetic look. Even that powerful tail behind her had ceased in its playful wagging.
“Your pole! I didn’t mean to break it- honest! I'm so sorry!”
While she seemed sincerely upset, any thoughts of the fishing pole had been forgotten by the tourist as he shook and hyperventilated, refusing to blink. His deep brown gaze was as wide as dinner plates, her skin a blue as bright as the summery sky sparkling in a sheen of the ocean water she’d apparently crawled out of. A portion of her front was a milky white, traveling up over her soft belly, luscious breasts, and rounded snout.
The color scheme, fins, and sharpened teeth reminded him of one thing, unfortunately.
A great white shark.
“... Y… You’re…” His throat spasmed, the yelling from before making the already difficult battle to say much of anything utterly pointless as she neared. She took in the sight of the tourist, a bead of water rolling over her soft skin and delving into the crevice between her two breasts as she knelt down slowly, her eyes lingering on something else she'd apparently taken notice of. “A-… A-… A shar-!”
“You’re hurt!” She gasped once more, her sensitive nose having clearly caught wind of his bloodied hand that he’d forgotten about, the poor tourist managing nothing more than a squeak as the gigantic woman snatched a hold of his wrist and tugged him towards herself until she was practically squatting over him.
He was going to die.
“N-No!” His fingers twitched, a streak of blood running down the lengths of his arm and dripping off of his elbow as he pulled back hard, only causing his wound to bleed more and for his shoulder to ache. He made several attempts to rip his arm free, but even as her grip stayed relatively gentle, it was obvious he couldn’t pop himself loose. She gave him a soft look, thick eyelashes fluttering slowly as he tired himself out. Still, she seemed fairly lost on why he was fighting back so hard as he finally went limp, gasping for air and sweating hard. Either she'd kill him, or the heat certainly would.
“Don’t… Don’t hurt me… Please…” His yelling had been reduced to a whisper, the boy trembling as his dark hair fell into his eyes and he gave her a pathetic pleading expression. The woman's pointed ears, still that same hue of blue, folded back gently in an embarrassed manner.
"I didn't mean to-! Sometimes, I ehm… I get a bit excited, you know…?" She looked away for a moment, a dust of blush appearing over her features as if she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Before he had the chance to respond, she trailed a delicate finger over the length of his cut, which was an irritated shade of red and dripping with blood. “Hm… This must really hurt…” Her ears managed to somehow fold lower in shame, the woman keeping his palm spread as she sniffed at it briefly, gaze sliding back to that of the boy trembling below who winced with every touch. A few quiet pleas managed to wheeze free of his lips as he seemed set on the idea she'd kill him, mangle him, or maybe something far worse.
Instead of doing any of that however, the shark woman only gave a gentle hush to quiet his whimpers. Her other hand wandered over to caress along his cheek, cradling the side of his face lovingly and holding his gaze for several moments. Compared to the heat of today her skin was far cooler, still wet from being underwater. If he weren't absolutely terrified, he'd lean into the cold right then and there.
"Shh… Let Candi help…” She offered with that same sweet smile, clearly not realizing how unnerving it was to see a mouth full of sharpened fangs grinning at someone, even if the one grinning had a fun name like "Candi." He gulped and attempted to keep still even as some parts of him simply kept trembling, Candi's gaze trailing back over his open wound and her head neared. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, watching as her lips slid across his palm delicately and her tongue slipped free, slick with spit. Instead of her sparkling teeth tearing into his flesh as he seemed to expect, she suddenly licked over his wound softly, making him go rigid with shock.
"What are you-?"
Without warning she continued on, watching every twitch and wince of his features as she licked. She seemed especially interested when he whimpered, the woman slurping up blood and water alike, humming on occasion. He glanced between her soft gaze and her tongue, staring as it curled around his stained fingers, sliding around and tasting him. The sight made his heart skip a beat and his loins couldn't help but twitch, the tourist glancing away quickly.
Fuck.
He heard her giggle sweetly at his flustered reaction, the man choosing to look elsewhere with a shaky sigh as he tried to ignore her literally tongue-fucking his fingers. Unfortunately, with how close she was squatted over him, he was unable to avoid staring at her for long as the desire to get a few glances grew irresistible. Her figure was certainly curvaceous, with juicy thighs and a soft tummy leading up to large breasts, every delicious part of her being something she clearly enjoyed showing off. She had barely anything covered, wearing nothing but a pretty pink microkini made up of three small triangles and even smaller strings. Even a playful nibble or tug could release her breasts and pussy to the open air.
He stifled out a breath that he hoped she didn't notice, his thoughts and eyes wandering along her inner thighs as he swallowed. The humble triangle between her legs did very little to conceal much of anything, her pussy a tender slit surrounded by a very plump outer labia, simply begging for attention that made his cock throb in awakening. Shit, was he seriously thinking-…?
She watched his thoughts turn over in his head as his fingers sprang free from her lips with a pop. His palm was completely cleaned, now covered in a layer of shining spit. He watched as Candi pressed another sweet kiss to his wound, no longer bleeding and hurting far less thanks to her delicate touch, releasing a relieved sigh. He had believed it was over, until she began dragging her tongue down the length of his arm, sliding over the streaks of drying blood that had dripped off of his elbow. She leaned over just barely, her tits threatening to spill out of that tiny top that clung on for dear life as she kept watching him.
God, he could not handle this for much longer, and his throbbing dick made that obvious. He just hoped she didn't look down.
He swallowed thickly, feeling her hot breath over his skin nearing his face as his eyelashes fluttered closed.
“C…Candi-” Her name sounded delicious on his tongue in a gentle murmur, the woman placing a collection of light kisses along his trembling upper arm, aching from how hard she'd yanked him around just prior. He could barely believe how easily she held back her strength now.
“Hm… Do you forgive me… Little tourist?” She whispered sweetly, that same gentle hand cupping his face as their eyes met. He could not help but nestle into her palm, and before he could even consider his words, he felt an answer trickle from his lips quietly.
“Y-Yes-… I forgive you…”
“Hm… That’s a good boy,” She purred, offering another delicate kiss to his arm, the tips of her ears blushing, his dick twitching at the sultry praise. Fuck, why did her words make him feel this good? His forgiveness seemed to make her perk up, the woman settling down comfortably without warning, straddling his waist as her gigantic ass swallowed up his puny hips. He sputtered out a noise, his throbbing cock suddenly pressing right into the heat of her pussy, a strand of precum spurting free.
“Candi-! Wait- I-” He wiggled beneath the woman, her tail swaying in the air hypnotically slow as she grinned down upon him, those hips shifting and feeling every inch of his cock that begged to be inside her. Clearly, she had taken notice of the tent in his shorts.
“Excited?” Her adorable giggle only made his face darken a deeper red, the poor tourist mortified at how easily she'd made him throb from just sucking on his fingers. Then again, inviting him to stare at her mouth-watering barely clothed pussy hadn't helped either.
“I-I’m sorry-” He blurted, shielding his features with his one good hand as the girl only gave another giggle, a pink painted fingernail hooking onto his waistband. She lifted herself up just barely, peering down between her legs with a hungry expression and a lick of her lips.
“Lemme see~!” She purred, the tourist hesitating as his legs threatened to clamp shut in protest of her prying eyes. However, he merely bit his lip and allowed her to continue her exploration. He wanted this. He wanted her, the sweet shark so ready to dote over him. He didn’t care about how uncomfortable it was lying against this pier, or how hot it was, or how his hand still ached, or even if some beach goer saw them. He needed this. As he felt the warm tropical air brush against his revealed skin, his unwounded hand instinctively grasped onto the massive thigh of the woman, giving a firm needy squeeze as she freed his cock.
“Fuck,” He whined, watching the shark admire his length that had sprang free, throbbing and ready for her loving attention as she purred out a noise of approval at his size. He was decent, but to her she seemed to think it was perfect.
“Ooh~ So you’re a big catch, huh?” She chuckled at her own stupid pun, an endearing sight even as that same mischief returned to her eyes quickly after. “Hm… What a good boy, being so excited for Candi’s pussy~” He huffed a breath at the praise, his cock twitching, a dribble of precum running down his shaft.
“Y-Yes- Fuck-… I’m a good boy…” He quickly admitted, cursing his busted hand because there was nothing more that he wanted to do than grab both of her ass cheeks and feel the spread beneath his fingers, everything about her was irresistible. She leaned down slowly, like a snake preparing to strike with that adorable face as her fingers slid up his cock’s length, so gentle and barely touching him. She simply adored his little noises, especially from fondling him like this.
“… Then you’ll help mommy reward you, hm?” Her sweet gaze finally left his, the poor tourist barely managing to follow her eye line to the pink knot holding her swimsuit bottoms on that awaited his attention.
Mommy.
That was a new one.
He huffed out a breath, his good hand sliding up her thigh towards the tempting knot that would finally allow his cock to sink into her wet pussy that wanted to milk him dry for being such a good boy.
He prayed she’d want more. Those delicate kisses and that tongue that curled around his fingers once could glide up the base of his cock, coaxing him to cum and turn him into a whimpering mess. He could whine her name, or mommy, or just beg to be praised for taking it so well. He wanted to cum until he couldn’t anymore.
“Thank you…” He murmured gently, his fingers finding the tiny nub of the string holding on her microkini, her own hand giving soft lazy strokes to his excited cock, covering it in a sheen of precum that she milked free. However, as he began tugging, she tutted softly, preventing him from releasing her.
“Thank you~?” She tilted her head playfully, her thumb rolling over the tip of his circumcised length that made him struggle to focus on anything other than how she teased him. It took a few more touches to finally get him to understand what she wanted as she swayed her hips tauntingly slow.
“A-Ah… Thank you… Mommy-!” He whined out the new nickname, Candi giving a squeeze of approval to his shaft. She allowed him to tug loose one of the strings concealing her soaked pussy, her other hand sliding up her side slowly. The tourist couldn't help but watch as she grabbed a hold of the knot behind her neck that held up her puny top, a small pull being all it needed.
“Oops~” She teased, watching the tourist bite his lip as her breasts fell free, the elastic retreating the moment it was untied. Her other hand sped up in its stroking, earning a whine as his spine arched and he shifted needily. With a smirk, she gave a soft pinch to one of her supple nipples. “Want a taste, hm?”
“Please-!”
Candi giggled at his desperation as she finally loosened the other string of her bikini bottom, releasing her wet pussy that was the same milky white as her tummy. She didn't allow him to press into the heat of her entrance, continuing to stroke his dick as she lingered over him, naked and taunting the man. Discarding her tiny clothing aside, she watched him writhe below, thrusting desperately into her hand as he twitched and chased his release. An absolutely pathetic sight as she found herself able to stop stroking entirely, the tourist huffing out a breath and continuing to fuck up into her hand.
"Aw~ How cute!" She teased, watching his grip tighten on her thigh as he fucked her palm, her breasts shifting and jiggling with every single thrust. He could only imagine the heaven that was fucking her tits, her tongue stroking over his dick with every snap of his hips.
“Please just fuck me- Please-!” He practically sobbed, his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as she continued toying with his needy cock, his balls twitching as he threatened to release. “I-I’m gonna- I-” His legs clenched, spine arching as he threatened to tip over the ledge.
Fuck-
Suddenly, Candi released his dick, leaving the man a sputtering mess as his cock sought after any friction to cum. Yet, he was given nothing, his balls heavy and wanting nothing more than to breed his new mommy. He whined, throwing his head back as the shark giggled sweetly, daring not to make an attempt at finishing the job.
Candi waited patiently for several long moments as the tourist's chest heaved and his cock had settled back down. Her gentle hand wrapping around his shaft for the second time made his dazed gaze fall back onto her, watching as she finally neared him to the heat of her womanhood slowly. He bit his lip, a shudder running down his spine as she slid his cock comfortably along her slit, smearing his precum over hot skin that made the shark purr.
"I think my good boy finally deserves his reward~" She cooed, pressing him into her, the bulbous tip of his cock pushing against the heat of her pussy. With a small pop, she finally slid him inside, the tourist giving a low moan at how tightly she sucked onto him. Her pink gaze lingered on his features as he watched her sink into his lap, the length of his throbbing dick disappearing into Candi's magnificent pussy that clenched hard around him.
“Your moans are so cute~”
He twitched at the compliment, giving another sweet noise at how absolutely soaked she was, her plush thighs heavy and pressing him down into the wood of the dock and her pussy's heat almost unbearable as he stayed comfortably buried inside of her, every little shift of the woman's hips making his dick throb. His good hand slid along her side, feeling over her breasts lovingly and giving a firm squeeze, biting onto his lip as he couldn't help but hump up into her pathetically. After a few seconds however, Candi gave a small mischievous chuckle that caught his attention.
"… Hope you can keep up, though…" His gaze widened just barely, and before he could ask what she meant, that same tender touch turned firm as she took hold of his shoulder, pinning him down. She hoisted up her hips, that massive tail swaying off to the side as his cock was slid nearly free.
Oh shit.
"Wait-!"
She used her weight to her advantage, slamming back down and plunging his cock back into the heat of her core, squeezing him tight and eliciting a twitchy whine before she fell into a fast rhythm. The sound of the dock creaking below them was loud, the poor tourist grasping a hold of her arm for any support as he felt his balls jump with every hard landing.
"Sh-Sh-Shit-!" Every hard bounce had him stuttering and making plenty of noise, the woman's hips grinding hard into him and using his cock like a toy, as if the man weren't attached at all. Even then, her hungry gaze watched his face flinch and every little whine seemed to push her to fuck him harder, bouncing on his cock ruthlessly fast.
She suddenly leaned down, falling from her hand to her elbow as she ground her hips upon him, her pussy spurting a delicious heat over his length that twitched and struggled. The tip of his cock swirled deep as she chased her own climax, sliding her other hand between her legs and toying with the bulb of her clit. He gasped for air, her heavy breasts engulfing his pink features and the scent of hibiscus filling his nose as he struggled to catch his breath, the woman huffing and grinding.
"After hurting you so so so badly, I think it's only fair you get me pregnant as payback~!" She suddenly teased, her thighs twitching as she plunged his spear of a cock somehow deeper, feeling the tourist flexing and whining harder into her tits as one word managed to penetrate his swirling haze of hot sex.
Pregnant-!?
The idea of cumming inside her hot pussy made his cock throb alone, her legs quivering as she fucked herself harder, biting onto her bottom lip and grinding against her hand and his dick. He didn't make an attempt to shove her off even as she warned him of her plan, his arm slinging itself around her neck in a desperate attempt to pull her closer, his tongue swirling over her breasts that tasted surprisingly sweet in comparison to the saltwater of the ocean. She caught on to what he wanted, blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she lowered towards him, plush lips pressing against his own and that same plump tongue pushing between them immediately. He barely had enough time to gasp for air, going from suckling on her breasts and nibbling on her nipples to slurping on her tongue in an instant, slobber decorating his chin and her heavy ass slapping against his pelvis.
His lashes fluttered closed, losing himself in the kiss and desperately clinging onto her, finally using his wounded hand even as it ached to press and squeeze her breasts covered in his spit. She heaved him upwards, sitting in his lap and grinding hard as her entire body flexed tightly, her pussy squirting over his dick as she climaxed, praising him and his delicious cock. He moaned into her, feeling her spasm and grip onto his dick hard, finally pushing him over the edge as the heat pooling in his belly became unbearable.
"Cumming- I'm cumming-!" He whined out, his balls clenching hard as his load finally released in a hot rope, thick and desperate to breed her womb. Her lips popped off of his own, the woman grinding hard into his lap as her head dove into the crook of his neck, licking and slurping at her new fucktoy as she milked his balls for all that he was worth. His brows knitted together and he couldn't help but whine as she dragged every drop of cum out of him, forcing his climax to keep going for as long as she could.
Even when she finally stopped, he couldn't help but hump desperately between her legs, pushing his seed deeper and giving Candi exactly what she wanted from him. He huffed, pressing the side of his sweaty face into her hair as she bit and sucked at his neck, leaving behind marks that showed exactly who he belonged to. She dragged her tongue over his skin, her thighs quivering just barely from how hard she had rode him. He had barely moved during their sex, and yet he still felt far too tired, his cock slowly softening as it was still stuffed deep inside her. Candi only gave a small hum of approval as she shifted her hips slowly, feeling the heat of his cum so deliciously deep.
"Aw~ You wanna be a daddy that bad, huh…?" She almost seemed oblivious to his genuine desire to breed her pussy as much as she apparently wanted him to, the woman pressing a finger to her chin as she seemed to think on something else. "Er… Can you go again immediately? Or is that… Not a thing you do?" She offered, the tourist's eyebrows flying up for a moment.
"Uh, I-" Before he could get the rest out, the shark merely gave a carefree shrug and blew a raspberry, as if it weren't important.
"Eh, you'll figure it out."
…
Uh oh.