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Leilani tilted her head up briefly, letting loose a perfect string of silvery bubbles from between pursed lips, looking up at the small outline of her canoe floating like a shimmering shadow at least 120 feet above on the surface. Confident that there was time, the lithe sea-otter pushed away from the section of reef she had been exploring and dove several feet deeper, scissoring shapely, toned and tanned legs effortlessly, her thick rudder-tail swaying to and fro, forming its own furrow of current into the deep.

The pearl diver had been underwater quite a while, consistently swallowing and then exhaling stale air from her strong lungs to keep herself down longer. With each dive she had taken, more and more of her strength was used. Now, with her netted bag nearly full of ripe oysters, she wanted to make one more quick descent to the richest, deepest part of the great reef, where some of the largest oysters lay encrusted within the coral and stone.

Leilani's bare coconut breasts bobbled gently side to side as she swam deeper, the buds of ripe black nipples stiffened and huge, brought to aroused points by the beautiful deep. Between her legs, the cold sea-water served as a luscious swipe of erotic heaven, every so often swirling around and through netherfur, titillating her swollen labia, pulling away petals of flesh, until she could practically feel the water pushing into her, trying to make love to her.

She let out a soft bubbly whimper as she reached the very bottom of the sea, more than 30 fathoms deep, and grasped around one of the larger rocks pushing up through the sandy bottom to anchor herself. She spread her legs out behind her and kicked as she reached out to the reef bottom, sliding a paw into a large crevice, seeking her prize.

There! Her green eyes widened as she felt the smooth, hard surface of an oyster shell and pulled with all her might. For a moment, she feared the reef-rock was too strong, that the oyster would never come free, but after a few hard tugs, the shell appeared from between the rocks and into her paws. The sea-otter floated for a moment just above the rocks, turning the shell over in her paws, marveling at the size of it. She'd never seen one so big. She thought about the looks on the other girls' faces when she returned with her prize. They had not wanted to venture this deep, for fear of the shark-men.

Leilani had scoffed at them before going to her canoe. She had no fear of the vile beasts of the sea. To her, the shark-men were brutes, reckless, not to be feared so much as ridiculed for even being in the same sea with her otter clan.

They knew their place. Besides, she had smiled at them, showing off a glistening shark-tooth anklet around her foot, she knew she could handle herself if any of them came near her.

The slinky water-borne creature stared at her treasure for a moment more, imagining the look on her beloved lover's face when she showed this to him. He would be all over her, touching her, kissing her, kneading her breasts and then slowly pushing her down into the warm sand to...

A wave of pleasure rushed through her body as she felt an excited tingle spread from her breasts to the patch of dark fur between her legs. She was greatly aroused. Forgetting her need for a lung-full of air, the pearl-diver instead floated back down to the bottom, pushed her back up against the rocks, and brought her paw up to touch her breasts. The nipples seemed to jump with eagerness as her digits first explored the dark areolas, and then pinched each bud. Next she went between her legs, tilting her head back and letting out another quick burst of bubbles in a gulp as her digits spread her netherlips slowly, exposing ripe, pink labia to the sea.

Sea-gods, she thought, biting at her bottom lip, please let me finish...

She would masturbate quickly and then surface. Without thought, she slipped the bag's strap from over her shoulder and pushed it into a small pile of rocks. The weight would be too much for her. Once she climaxed, she'd have no time to struggle with the oysters and try to claw her way to the surface at the same time. Better to leave the oysters here, surface, catch a quick breath and then make one final dive to collect them.

She parted her lips again, running her tongue across them as she could feel her digits now getting into slick, willing flesh. She'd done this before, played with herself on the bottom of the sea. Every time she did, she'd have the most tremendous orgasms ever, as if a flood was being forced out between her legs in such a gush of juices, the waters around her would cloud with her discharge. Her vision would dim and her head and her heart would pound.

Her heart was thudding inside her chest now. She could feel that she was close. She turned around, churrring bubbles around her head, spreading her legs behind her and reaching around her bothersome tail to poke her fingers into the very heat of her sex. Energy flowed around her, the heat was intense.

So close, she moaned silently, and closed her eyes tightly.

Y-yes...Ohhh...m-more, please sea-gods, almost...I want to cum...

Strong arms were suddenly around her, and the pearl-diver gulped out another burst of bubbles in surprise, trying to turn her head.

And then she felt her body being pushed down and into the sand, and the smooth, almost glassy touch of shark-skin against her back.

No!

Leilani struggled to break free of the shark-man's grip, but it was already a lost cause. Held down by his full weight, she could not move, could not even look at her assailant. Her thick tail lashed out behind her as panic took hold of her mind. There was no escape; surely she would drown and be eaten by this monstrous creature.

However, the shark's next action surprised her. He nestled his snout in her long black hair until she could feel his lips on her skin, but no killing bite came. Instead, he ran his tongue along the back of her neck in a long, slow, sensual lick. The otter shuddered involuntarily. She had been so close to her release before the shark attacked that her body was still overly sensitive. Her flesh longed for a male's touch, and the shark-man did not disappoint. His hands kneaded the otter's breasts. He massaged the hard points of her nipples between his fingers. His tongue continued its explorations of her neck and shoulders. Their tails entwined and rubbed together. Almost against her will, her fear of the strange creature subsided and was replaced by new arousal that bubbled up from the core of her being.

All the while, the sea continued its gentle ebb and flow around their bodies. The pressure of the deep squeezed the diver like a second lover, sharing her with the shark. Little currents ran through her fur like fingers and made her skin tingle. The sandy bottom was more than just a surface, it was the ocean's body pressed against hers, inviting her to contrast the rough, cool sand with the shark's smooth, hot scales. Seawater swirled around her nether lips and tickled her most sensitive places, drawing out even greater pleasure. The currents pushed inwards, claiming her as a lover, preparing her for the more substantial mass that would soon follow.

Caressed by her twin lovers, the shark and the sea, she felt red-hot desire building in her loins. She wanted to be filled, wanted it with a force that surprised her. As the shark massaged her body, she felt the tip of his hardened length poking against her outer folds. She knew he would push deeper eventually. All the apprehension was gone; now she eagerly waited for him to make his move.

It soon became obvious that he was ready to continue as well. He adjusted his hold on her and lined up his member with her opening. His grip remained firm, but he did not ravage her as she expected. His first push was steady and controlled. He started with a slow and relaxed pace, giving her time to adjust to his presence.

Leilani churred as she finally got what she needed. The shark was just large enough to make her feel full, but not so big that it was painful. Each thrust was just a little harder and faster than the last. Each new intrusion by his shaft seemed to make the otter's tunnel spark and throb.

Her lungs burned, trying to tell her that she needed air, but she had given up on making the shark-man stop; she didn't even want him to stop. She skirted the edge of unconsciousness, and her perception of the moment took on a surreal, dreamlike state. Soon she was only aware of the water's caress and the shark's rhythmic thrusts.

It was as if there was fire under her skin. She was so hot, and every movement made her hotter. Muscles in her thighs and belly contracted and set off spasms of pleasure. She felt even better than she had before the shark interrupted her self-love. A primal inner voice pleaded, So close. Let me finish this time!

The shark-man responded to the cues provided by the otter's body. The way her hot arousal gripped his penis spurred him to move even faster. He reached a frenzied pace, smashing his hips against the hapless pearl diver. It would probably bruise them both, but neither cared. Simple instinct goaded them to continue to the inevitable conclusion.

The shark finished first. Pulse after pulse of sticky cum shot from his length to fill the otter's waiting passage. He didn't slow down until he was completely drained. Leilani's body responded with a flood of her own juices. A moan caught in her throat; her loins clenched and throbbed as she slid over the edge into pure pleasure.

Her orgasm ripped through her. She involuntarily screamed in ecstasy, and large bubbles of precious air escaped her mouth to rise to the distant surface. Every muscle in her body seemed to twitch and jolt until she went limp.

The shark-man finally released her. He withdrew his softening penis; a mix of their love juices followed and clouded the water. He floated to the side, satisfied with his work as he watched the overwhelmed otter. His smug expression changed to confusion and then to worry as he noticed that she wasn't moving.

All strength had left her body. She couldn't even push off the bottom, much less swim more than a hundred feet to the surface. Darkness was already closing in on the edges of her vision. Now that the shark had had his fill, the sea sought to claim her as its own.

Yet before the ocean could have its prize, strong arms grabbed her once again, and she felt herself rising. The shark-man carried her up as fast as he reasonably could. Those few minutes seemed an eternity, until she broke the surface and gulped down great breaths of air. Those arms supported her until she could float on her own, and then they retreated under the sea.

Leilani floated on her back, trying to regain her strength. Half-finished thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to make sense of what had happened. The shark had taken her against her will, but by the end she had definitely enjoyed it. Was that wrong? What would she tell her lover who waited on the shore? She shivered as she remembered the way the shark's scales glided along her fur, the way his flesh filled her, and the way the sea squeezed her body as they made love. She had to admit it beat her usual underwater masturbation. Maybe, just maybe, she would seek out this shark again the next time she dove for pearls.

A sudden poke on her back startled her out of her reverie. She took a quick breath and flipped around so she could see what was there. The shark-man hovered just beneath her, holding her forgotten bag. She took it from him and flashed him a thumbs-up to say thank you.

With a smile and a wink, he swam back to the depths. Leilani returned to her canoe and began paddling back to shore. She couldn't quite hide her own smile.