From Above, From Below
#1 of Originals
Reposting from an abandoned account.
The wolf sat on the warm sand, eyes closed, savoring the gentle breeze that washed in with every wave. The beach was thankfully bare, nothing but silent palms to each side and the sea before him, stretching far and wide past perception's limit. This alone had been worth the hike, a private sanctuary far from the splashing and laughter of tourists. He could do all he wanted here without fear of sharing his paradise.
The more he felt the way the breeze ruffled the fur of his chest, slipping through the layers to tease his flesh, the more he wondered if he could get away with a little more. Why not? Who'd notice? A slight chuckle left his lips as he gave in to the naughty impulse, standing up and slipping carefree from his trunks, standing fully bare in the sunlight, the breeze rippling his dark fur in a way that sent shivers up his spine. He felt the warmth bloom across him, ebbing and flowing like the gentle waves before him with each little caress of the wind. It was as if the sea was trying to take him by the paws and lead him forward, its touch sending shivers up and down his spine, and even conjuring some pleasant little stirring in his lap.
That was it, he needed a dip. With a dash, he took to the water, yelping aloud at the initial chill before losing himself in the rippling blue. He swam and snaked his way above and below the water, until he felt encased in its benign warmth, hugged from all ends. He smiled, closing his eyes and spreading his arms and floating gently upward, expecting to be greeted by the crisp air above.
All of a sudden, the peace was yanked from him, two arms grabbing him from behind with shocking strength. He was suddenly pulled down deep and then thrust back up to the surface, where he gasped violently before being pulled under once more. His attacker held him by the front this time, and he was surprised to feel a strange softness against his front, long, slender legs batting against his. Even more shocking, his attacked was not drowning him...but rather seemed to be playing with him. They wound through the water, speeding around and spinning around, the beast seeming to monitor his breaths and taking him up for a quick breath before hauling him under. Finally, the grip around him released, and he blinked, eyes trying to focus under the water...until he realized that he was on his back, looking up at the surface, and facing his captor.
The fin on its back and tail came first, a shark, and his already pounding heart quickened, but the more features that came, the more it settled. A grey body, with a white underbelly, tips of black. A triangular face governed by a pair of light blue eyes that cut through the faint haze of the water perfectly. It was actually quite beautiful, and it was then he noticed another interesting detail. It was female, a pair of shapely breasts above and, peeking from between her toned legs, a smooth slit. The predator's outline was slender, curved, strangely alluring against the light. The soft face looked down at him with a curiosity that almost appeared shy, and he swore he could see a faint blush in her cheeks. Her eyes glanced to the side, toward the shore, and he realized that she was letting him go, she had had her fun. He could return to shore, he was free.
The wolf felt relief, but instead of gathering up his strength again and making his way back to shore, hanging prone in the water and watching the girl above. Even though the door was wide open, he found himself strangely choosing to not take her up on that offer.
The wolf kicked upward, gliding toward her, and her pretty eyes widened in surprise as he drifted nearer. He reached forward and closed his paw around her hand, slender and delicate to the touch but bearing muscle beneath, and he gripped it gently as he came face to face with her. As his own eyes met hers, he knew why he had to come closer. He needed to see her properly. She was beautiful, and his free paw raised to her cheek on impulse. She nearly flinched away, before pressing her cheek gently into his palm, her rough skin combing through his fur.
He started to kick again, pulling them to the surface, and as they both breached he took in a deep gulp of air. She let out a hiss, and when he looked at her in shock, he saw that her lips were slightly curled at the edge. It was a laugh, and he let out one of his own as he sat there in the water, holding the sharkgirl close. She lifted her hands and pulled him closer, this time with a touch gentle as a minnow, and he shuddered as he felt that familiar softness against his chest again, her breasts pressed into him. He let out a growl, bumping her muzzle with his, and let his arms meet around her back and slider down, making her shiver. She pressed against him more, her soft thigh rubbing his and brushing between his legs, and he let out a little gasp that startled them both, and his paws gripped her harder, one finding its way down farther, and sliding over a cheek of her flank. She let out a very different hiss, her eyelids fluttering close and open, and her toothy mouth fell open as he gripped her flesh harder. Her own hands let go of his back to wrap around his waist, holding his hips close to hers and reveling in his warmth. Feeling a stirring against her belly, her lips curled again, and she flashed the panting wolf an almost frightening smile as she reached between them both, and took his flesh in paw. There was no turning back, not at this point. These two random souls had met and found a spark, one that needed to burn. They rested in the water, cuddled together cheek to cheek, as she gripped and kneaded his flesh while he reached under her tail, between her cheeks, and found her flesh. The softest part of her he found immediately, and he began to stroke her, earning more rumbles from her chest. Eventually, he grew bold and slid a finger inside her. Soft. Slick even in the water. Perfect.
At this, she'd had enough, and her tail lashed out and propelled them both to the shore, hurtling through the water. They crashed into the sand, the wolf pinned onto his back with the sharkgirl laid on top. Their eyes met, and immediately their faces followed suit. His lips pressed against hers and she took the kiss hungrily, his tongue tracing the outline of deadly fangs. Her hips began to move, grinding against his flesh with a single-minded lust until with a gasp, they broke their kiss. With a slide of her slick, perfect body, she sat on top of him, straddling his waist. They grinned at each other, predators of their respective lands, as she lifted up enough for him to guide his shaft upward, pressing against her folds. Without a beat missed, she slammed her hips down, burying him within her without a second thought.
They both gasped, his ending in a snarl and hers in a guttural groan. Her depths were so soft, with a silky embrace shockingly cool to the touch, though with each second within her his broad, pointed shafts seemed to pump heat into her. Her eyes were half-lidded and her jaw hung open, her cold body drunk off his heat, and she needed more. Hooking her feet under his thighs and gripping handfuls of his chest fur, she bared her teeth hungrily and began to ride him, forcing more of that warm flesh into her. The wolf moaned and writhed, trying to aid in her quest and thrusting up into her, her slippery folds swallowing him up. She, however, was not in a mood to accept help, and she forced him harder into the sand. Holding him in place, the muscles in her thighs rippled as she mercilessly thrust onto him, impaling herself on him again and again. A low rush, and their haze was broken with a rush of cool water splashing over them, a gift of a particularly strong wave. While the wolf sputtered and gasped, his paramour seemed to redouble her effort, her thick tail lashing about behind her and splashing more across them both. Each lash of the sea at her back was like the bite of a whip, goading her on like a horse at race. This was not his fight. Just as she had when they swam together, she was showing that she held control. He felt himself grow close. He knew he could just lay back and savor it, let her draw it out of him as she used him as a toy. Let her fuck him until they reached their end.
However, the wolf had other ideas. It was time for him to be the predator.
Another wave rushed over them, and in her distraction, he let out a fearsome snarl, suddenly pushing upward and rolling them both over, pinning her upon her back. Her eyes were wide with shock, a glimmer of fear immediately masked by indignation, and she struggled to sit up, but he grabbed her wrists and held her down, his strength doubled back from their romp in the ocean. She opened her mouth to utter some manner of protest, one that was immediately stifled by his tongue as he roughly forced his lips to hers, invading her mouth. He let go of her arms, giving her the same option that she had given him, the chance to throw him off and take him her way, or to return to the ocean unfulfilled. He felt her tense under him, trying to decide as she tried to squirm away from the kiss, before finally letting go, relaxing under him. Her tired arms slid around his back as his paws found her thighs, opening her up. He broke the kiss and smiled at her toothily, pleased to see the blush had returned full force, and he found purchase within her once more. His hips rolled into her again and again, taking her with all his strength. She took everything he had to offer, panting and gasping as she was dominated in turn, jerking her hips up to meet his lap. All the while, he assaulted her from above. Her lips, her face, her neck, her breasts. All earned kisses, licks, and nips, and her eyes were half-lidded with overstimulation, in the same heaven she had put him in before.
Finally, neither could stave off their end, and he gave her no warning as instinct took over, suddenly thrusting just a bit too hard, lodging his knot inside her. She let out a long hiss, though in his mind he could hear the scream of ecstasy clear as day. The final invasion was enough to send her over the edge, and she bucked against him, milking him for every drop of warmth his kind could gift her. Lost in pleasure, he gave her neck a sharp bite as he would a bitch of his own kind, teeth grazing the sandpaper flesh but not breaking it. She writhed and thrashed, though her eyes and face sang a song of pleasure, the pleasures of a lupine partner new and exotic. Everything felt right, and they both held onto each other tightly as their act ran its course, the warmth locked inside her and massaging her from the inside out. They both let out a long sigh, and he cradled her in his arms once more as he rolled them over, letting her lay draped across his chest. She tried to pull herself off, still locked to his knot, but a firm paw on her flank kept her in place, and she gave up the fight, content to stay mounted atop him.
The sun arched across the sky above them, the air growing cooler as the sand stayed warm. The two laid there, cuddling and wriggling happily in their afterglow, interspersed with languid kisses and flicks of tongue, as the waves washed them clean and the foam blanketed them. Finally, with a wave large enough to jostle the pair, she suddenly popped free of him, his gift trickling out of her. She hissed and clutched him tighter, closing her eyes and shuddering as his warmth left her, and she laid a hand on her belly almost in disappointment. Smiling, he laid his own paw atop of hers, looking her in the eyes once more with a smile. She mirrored it, and they shared one more longing kiss. She sat up atop him, looking down as she stretched, before curiously reaching into her mouth. The wolf was already confused, but outright yelped in shock as she plucked a tooth out. He saw no blood, and her face didn't seem to register the pain, though he was no less perplexed when she took the tooth and laid it atop his muzzle.
He looked at her in confusion as she stood up, still bearing that knowing grin. She laid her hand on her belly again, rubbing it gently, before dipping down and running her digits over her slit, still splattered with him. Her eyes closed as she touched herself, dipping her fingers in and out, and his heart skipped a beat when he realized she was keeping him within her. The memory of a warm touch and a token from a predator left humbled; they both would walk away with these as they returned to their worlds, an experience neither would forget. And with a fond smile shared between the two, she turned and stepped into the water, vanishing into the blue as fast as she had appeared to him.
He could have gotten up. He could have washed himself off. He could have found his shorts. But he felt no need to move, no need to break the moment. No need to return home quite yet. He merely laid there, letting the waves slowly wash over him, letting the sea embrace him once more.
He had come to the water and it had loved him, made love to him, let him hold one of her own in his arms, and the wolf's eyes closed peacefully to the water's touch, the tooth resting gently in his paw.