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Jack stared at Daryll incredulously, daring the wolf to repeat what he'd just said.

'What?'

'Can you cover for me next week?' Daryll asked again. He stood with his back to the shelf of clean cutlery, idly polishing one of the thousands of blunt, stainless steel knives the restaurant owner favoured: Just sharp enough to cut through a soft potato and blunt enough to do very little harm if someone attempted to stab someone else with one. You'd do more damage with a spoon.

Jack scowled as he shoved another quartet of half-frozen paninis into the toaster, 'No.'

'C'mon mate, why not? I really gotta have the time off.'

'I've been picking up your slack for the last two years.' Jack snapped. He jabbed a finger at Daryll accusingly, glad the oven and fryers were between him and the wolf. He could strangle Daryll for even having the thought of another day off. 'For the last two years I have been covering your arse so you can go and fuck around with your girlfriend. Not once have you followed up on your promise of covering even a single one of my shifts.'

'Just this once-'

'No, Daryll. No more. I'm sick of your shit. I'm sick of this job, I'm sick of the shitty customers and I'm sick of the shit hours and shit pay!' He snapped, seeing red. He'd been working for 3 weeks now without a break, the majority of his shifts being from opening to clean up at the end of the day; 6am to 12pm, if he was lucky.

He didn't know how much more he could take. He felt as if he was the only one left on staff who actually put any effort in. Anna had quit last week after a customer had had a tantrum about the lack of pasta - which they didn't have on their menu anywhere - and had called her all the names under the sun, prompting the ocelot to punch the customer in the face and walk out in a seething rage. Charlie had quietly disappeared during his lunch break three days ago and only this morning had they discovered that he'd moved to another country. Irene, the only duty manager on staff who actually knew how things worked had quit last night, via email.

Now only Jack was left to hold things together. Because God only knows, the boss doesn't give a shit and Harvey couldn't use a microwave to save his life.

Daryll leaned against the back of the oven, the heels of his hands braced on the edge. Jack had the sudden urge to ignite the rear hobs and see if his fur singed or not. He pushed the thought from his mind. I will not cave in like last time. I will not. He thought as he stared at Daryll's wrists.

'Shouldn't you two be working?' Harvey rumbled from the back door.

Daryll moved swiftly back to the sink and resumed washing up, scowling as the KPs dumped yet more dirty plates on his pile. Jack suppressed a grin and pulled the paninis free, sliding them onto a quartet of plates and piling the shredded lettuce and red onion high.

'Go easy on the veg, it doesn't grow on trees.'

Even Daryll turned to look at Harvey.

'Well no, it mostly grows in the ground or on vines.' Jack replied, dumbfounded.

Harvey looked at him, his expression unreadable. Then he scowled in frustration, 'I know what I meant.'

'Are you sure about that?' Jack asked slowly before yelling 'SERVICE!' at the top of his voice. One of the KPs scurried in looking harried and swept the four plates into her arms, balancing them perfectly.

'Mega Karen's back.' She whispered. There was a look of defeat in her eyes.

'If you wanna quit right now, I won't hold it against you. He on the other hand...' Jack said rolling his eyes in the duty manager's direction.

The squirrel looked like she was seriously considering it. Then she shook her head, 'Nah, I'll see how the night goes.' She disappeared back through the doors. Five minutes later the angry screaming started.

Daryll and Jack stared at the kitchen door, listening to Mega Karen's self-righteous tirade.

'Five minutes,' Jack muttered, 'New record.' He turned to Harvey who was loitering near the fridges in the corner, watching Jack and Daryll work with more interest than usual. 'You gonna lend a hand or continue pretending to be a wall fixture?'

'Excuse me?' Harvey sputtered.

'I'm your last cook, he's your last washer and those three out there are our last KPs. So again, you gonna lend a hand or not?'

'He's the duty manager, I'm amazed he can find his own arse-'

'That's enough! Any more of this attitude and you're both fired.' Harvey snapped.

'I dare you.' Jack said. He tossed half a bag of chips into the basket and dropped them into the fryer. 'I'd love to see how you can one-man this place.'

The two glared at each other.

'It's getting busy.' Harvey said bluntly.

'I know. What're you going to do about it?' Jack countered petulantly.

The two kept eye contact as Harvey pulled a tub of bacon out of the bottom of the first fridge and started throwing rashers on the grill.

'One wrong move...' Harvey warned as he finally got to work.

'And you'll what? Fire me? I dare you. You'll be making my night for a change.' The shark countered bitterly and went back to the fryers and oven.

It was 1am by the time Jack and Daryll had finished cleaning down. They were exhausted, greasy and angrier than they were before their shift had started. Jack waved away Daryll's last attempts to get a day off with a tired growl and he watched the wolf grumble off down the street, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. Jack shook his head and took off across the litter-infested car park, fumbling in his hoodie pocket for his car keys. His battered hatchback was one of two vehicles remaining in the car park: The other being a large van, its side panels rusting and white paint coated in dirt. It was parked right next to his tiny car, making it seem even smaller.

He pulled his wallet out and checked his funds. £10 left. Food from the 24/7 supermarket up the road or sacrifice it to his petrol tank? His stomach grumbled and he figured another bag of rice in the cupboard and the change going into his petrol tank would be the more sensible option. That way, both he and his car would have enough fuel to get to work in the morning.

He fumbled the key into the lock and yanked open the door, sagging gratefully into the ancient, frayed upholstery behind the wheel. He slammed the door shut and sat in silence, inhaling that strangely comforting old car smell, the worn out, musty smell of a car on its last legs. It was comforting in much the same way a warm, fluffy blanket fresh the dryer was comforting. He leaned forward to wriggle the key into the ignition only for a pair of hands to seize his shoulders from behind and yank him backwards. He swore and tried twisting but a damp rag was stuffed into his face, firmly pressed against his nose and mouth. He struggled for breath, inhaling deeply and flailing at the person sitting in his back seat. There was another, the one who was holding the chemical soaked rag to his face.

'Harvey?' He exclaimed angrily, his voice muffled through the old sock.

Harvey slammed him backwards as the shark twisted in his seat, wincing as Jack was pressed up against the steering wheel, setting off the high-pitched car horn. The other pair of hands grabbed his collar and a curse was muttered. Jack's vision was swimming and his head felt foggy and light as he fought for breath and to be free of his attackers. He fumbled for the door handle, shunting it open with his tail and raked his nails across the backs of the restaurant owner's hands as he tried to pull him forwards by the hoodie.

'Arseholes!' Jack wheezed as he fell backwards onto the cracked tarmac. 'For fuck's sake, Arnold... Wanker...!'

Both Harvey and his boss, Arnold piled out of the car, awkwardly shimmying and twisting out of the backseat and out of the driver's door to pile on Jack as he tried crawling away. He gasped great lungfulls of air, wanting to throw up. Arnold leaned over him, seizing him by the hood. The old badger hauled him to his feet and punched him in the side of the head. Jack staggered back against his car as pain exploded behind his eyes. And then the sock went back to his face, held in place by Harvey as Arnold kneed Jack in the gut, forcing him to gasp deeply and wretch on the chemical stench. Jack's eyes rolled up and he slumped, finally unconscious.

'Fuck me, but he's a tough little shit, ain't he?' Arnold grunted as he hauled Jack's limp form around to the back of the van. He kicked the back door and was nearly knocked off his feet when it swung open with a pained squeak. 'One more for the altar.'

The doberman sitting in the back nodded grimly as she hauled Jack into the back with her and two others, laying him down in the middle of the floor. Arnold slammed the van doors shut and climbed in behind the steering wheel. He turned the engine over and was rolling backwards before Harvey had even opened the passenger door.

'I warned you that he was full of piss and vinegar when you hired him.' Harvey grumbled as he pulled the door shut behind him.

'Yeah well, you're usually full of shit, Harv.' Arnold opined as he drove them out onto the street, 'Try not to take it person'ly, mind. But you are.'

Jack slowly came to, blinking back tears as a headache rampaged through his skull and his stomach churned painfully. Did I just get chloformed...? He thought in astonishment as he stared up at a low, dark ceiling. He could see a few stray spiders scurrying across the worm-eaten rafters, weaving new webs between the old pipes. His back itched something fierce and he wriggled against the scratchy dirt floor to alleviate himself of the irritation. He tested his limbs. They felt heavy, sluggish and his muscles and tendons screamed in agony when he sneezed dust and dirt out of his nostrils.

He raised his head gingerly and looked down at himself. He had been bound by his wrists, ankles and tail with heavy iron manacles that were bolted to the floor. He was also naked and squeaky clean. He looked around and saw an old chest freezer gurgling in one corner and an old, disconnected water heater in another. And old metal shelf piled with rusting tools was pressed against another wall, coated in dust and webs. It hadn't been touched in quite some time. He looked up, arching his back to get a better look at what was behind him. There was an old decorator's folding table at his head, a small, plain white cloth barely concealing its wallpaper paste and paint stains. Jack groaned. Cultists. Why'd it have to be cultists of all things?

He looked to his right as he heard people descending the old wooden stairs and watched in fascinated horror as thirteen robed figures filed into the basement, the thirteenth clutching a thick, leather bound book close to its chest. They arranged themselves around the starfished shark on the ground, their hands tucked into the sleeves before them whilst the leader of the group stood at the table at Jack's head and started reading. Jack twisted and squirmed, trying to get a better look of those around him as he listened to the muttering voice. Holy shit, they're going to sacrifice me?! Something in his panicked mind clicked and he suddenly recognised the voice.

'Arnold you prick, when I get out of here, I'll kick your arse so hard, your ancient ancestors will feel it!'

His angry words were met with a proclamation in an odd language and a splash of hot water and pachouli smelling oil to the face. Jack struggled, swearing and spitting as the world tilted, the iron bands biting into his skin, burning until he cried out in pain. Nausea rolled over him as he sank into the comforting embrace of unconsciousness once again, his last thoughts being I'm going to burn the fucking restaurant down-

Consciousness slowly reasserted itself and he cracked open his eyes, feeling the familiar cool pressure of stone against his back. Hang on a minute. Dirt not stone... Now what? The thought was slow but bitter, rising to the surface of his mind like a semi-inflated balloon through thick fog. He gingerly tested his limbs as his vision slowly adjusted to the brightness of the lights in his new location. Excitement washed through him as he realised that he was unbound, the iron chains and manacles gone. Then it faded just as quickly as it had come. The dusty, pipe lined basement ceiling was gone, replaced by a high, vaulted ceiling of sandy brown stone, elaborate arches curving high overhead to points hung with heavy chandeliers.

He looked around, wincing as the tension in his neck and shoulders tightened his muscles up. Every muscle in his body ached. It felt as if he'd had a savage beating and left out in the cold. But he wasn't cold, though he was still nude. The air was warm, slightly humid but comfortable. He rolled onto his front and ran his hands across the flagstone beneath him. It was huge and cut from dark marble. He looked up. Tall, wide windows opened up the stone walls, bright daylight filtering in through the huge, intricate panes of stained glass. He couldn't make out the pictures, but his dulled mind could pick up on the serpentine forms in the glass.

He groaned as he pushed himself to his knees and sat, hunched over as he caught his breath. He lifted his head and got a better look at his surroundings. The basement had been replaced with a temple the size of a hangar. Supporting pillars as thick as mature oaks marched off at regular intervals in all directions, snakes were carved into the glossy marble. The place was huge, threaded through with ornate waterfalls and streams, foliage and trees. It was almost as if someone had dumped a small jungle into an old cathederal and arranged it all neatly. He edged his way across the flagstones and teetered on the edge of the platform he had been dumped on. It was held high above a turquoise pool that was studded with water lillies. He backed away from the edge, his heart racing as he searched for a way out.

'What the fuck've they done?' He muttered angrily, 'Where the Hell am I?!'

'The Temple of Khal.' A soft voice purred from above.

Something behind him shifted and Jack slowly turned, feeling a warm gust of wind across his back. He came face-to-face with a wall of blue and black scales that towered above him. The scales rolled smoothly as the creature adjusted its position, hunching over the platform to look down at the startled shark, its giant hands gripping the gilded edges. Jack's stunned gaze follwed the wall of rippling muscles and scales upwards until he locked eyes with the one who had spoken.

'Oh shit-' He spluttered and renewed his search for a way down, off the platform. That's a big fucken snake-

'Naga, actually.' The naga cocked his head to one side, sensing his thoughts, 'I have no intention of eating you. Yet...'

Jack froze, hunched precariously over the edge as he stared down into the water below silently judging whether or not he would survive the landing.

'Yeah, I'm not on the menu to be eaten.' Jack muttered, panicked. He swung his legs over the edge. He could feel the naga watching him intently. He braced himself and pushed away from the platform, sucking in a breath, ready to release it the moment he was submerged and could breathe through his gills. Instead, he slammed into something hard and smooth, his breath erupting from him in a fit of painful coughs and gasps. Panic rose anew in his chest as the tip of the naga's tail coiled around him, lifting him away from the water's surface. Jack swore outloud in frutration as, not for the first time in his life, his meagre goal was snatched away from him.

'I like you.' The naga purred as he lifted the shark up for closer inspection, 'I don't think I'll eat you after all. Those fools will have to find another sacrifice to sate my hunger.'

'Er-'

The naga's huge, golden eyes lit up with an idea that Jack was sure he wasn't going to like.

'How upset do you think they'll be if I sent you back intact instead of devouring you, hm?' The naga asked, running a dark clawtip gently up Jack's throat.

Jack squirmed, in two minds of what to do: keep squirming or go with the flow. He looked into the naga's face, seeing his curious expression. Jack swallowed the lump in his throat and decided to get some answers. He was in it up to his neck already, how much worse could it get?

'Who are you and why am I here?' He felt stupid asking them. They were so cliche it hurt. Or that could have been his back that was hurting. He wasn't entirely sure anymore.

The naga's expression shifted to one of amusement and he unravelled his coils from around the tapering stem that held the platform up. He slithered back into the water and Jack found himself being carried off across the temple floor over the naga's broad shoulder. Jack shifted uncomfortably, at a loss for what else to do as he grasped at the smooth scales to steady himself. He looked down the length of the naga's body. He was about fifty foot in length, from hip to rattle. He was muscular and the gentle, and the rippling undulation of the naga's tail propelling them across the floor was hypnotic. The naga subtly reduced his size as he moved, his tail going from fifty foot to thirty.

'I am Khal, lord of this domain, Demon King of Serpents and your knew master.' Khal replied smoothly as he glided through an archway and carried Jack across an enclosed bridge lined with wild ferns and glistening chunks of amethyst. 'You have been sent to my summer palace as tribute by a group of my followers in the West, but I must admit,' He added, casting a look over his shoulder and getting an eyeful of Jack's toned rear, 'I'm not sure whether they made a poor choice this time or not.'

'What's that supposed to mean?' Jack's ire for his duty manager and boss reared its head again, swatting aside any of his fears about this new and unusual situation, and conveniently ignoring the whole Demon King thing.

Khal chuckled, his shoulder twitching against Jack's aching stomach. 'I usually get sent the dregs of society: The drug addicted, the perpetually drunk, the abusive, petty thieves and so on. This is the first time in a long time one of my Lesser Priests have sent me the opposite.'

He swept through another arch at the end of the bridge and wrapped himself around the pillar that stood in the centre of the connecting tower. Khal adjusted his grip on Jack, his large hand moving to fully encompass the stunned shark's backside. He wound around the supporting pillar and slid smoothly down to the bottom. Jack grit his teeth as gravity flipped and his stomach landed on his tongue.

'I need to test you.' Khal replied smoothly as settled at the bottom.

Oh no. 'I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I suck at tests.'

'I'll be the judge of that.' Jack groaned and Khal laughed, 'I'm a fair judge, I think you'll find.'

They passed down multiple corridors and wound back up another tower, this one much larger than the previous, built to comfortably accommodate Khal at his full size. Jack found himself deposited on a large bed piled high with silks, velvet and furs. Cushions and pillows were piled up here and there, neatly arranged in a manner that would allow someone of Khal's size and shape to lounge in the utmost comfort. Windows split the curving stone walls, bathing the luxurious room in a multicolour light. Jack propped himself on his elbows and took it all in. He frowned and Khal cocked his head, his features crinkling in amusement.

'You look disappointed.'

'For a Demon King, there's a severe lack of fire and brimstone. Or do you keep that elsewhere?'

'Mostly relegated to the dungeons. My private suites are far more comfortable.' He slipped onto the bed and Jack blinked, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hands as Khal grew smaller still.

He coiled around the shark and gently pressed his nose into the hollow of his shoulder beneath his gills. He inhaled, his dark tongue flickering out to taste his scent. Jack went rigid, staring hard at the door, willing his limbs to start moving, to propel him to freedom. Where ever that was. Khal's hands went Jack's shoulders and slid slowly down his arms, the feather-touch of his sharp nails leaving a faint, surprisingly pleasant tingling in their wake.

Oh no, 'About that hunger you mentioned that needed sating...?' Jack pried gently, trying to surreptitiously worm his way out of the demon's coils.

'We all have hungers, my dear little shark,' He hissed softly, 'or is it tiger? Hm, mixed race? Intriguing... I've had wolf-foxes, bear-cats, iguana-skinks but shark-tiger is a new one.' He paused, then laughed, 'Tiger shark!'

Jack soured a little more, 'Yes, I've heard all the jokes. That I'm a tiger shark without actually being a tiger shark. If you must know, my dad's a tiger, my mum's a thresher shark.'

'My apologies.' Khal said. He pulled Jack deeper into his coils, shifting position so that the shark was laying back across his torso. Jack stared moodily at the vaulted roof, trying his best to ignore the implications of the hand gently stroking his abs.

'Which hunger, specifically?' He prompted, all too aware of what Khal had meant by this point. I'm not sex starved enough to take this route.

'The kind brought on by being lonely for so long.' He replied smoothly. A small smile curved his lips at Jack's evasive twitching. He craned his neck and whispered in his pointed ear, 'A small price to pay to witness the looks on their faces when they see you next, hm?'

'I don't swing that way-Ah!' Jack's lame protest was cut short when the tip of Khal's index finger slowly slid between the folds of his sheath to gently touch upon the head of his flaccid penis. Jack grit his teeth against the familiar feeling of building arousal. It pooled slowly in warm, tingling waves in his groin as Khal gently explored. He silently cursed himself, feeling the warm pressure build, his body obviously enjoying the first intimate contact it'd had in months.

'Tell me no.' Khal whispered encouragingly, 'Tell me to stop and I will. You have my word. But think about it. Think about how they will react when you reappear, unscathed, chosen to be my lover instead of my lunch.'

'Lover?!' Jack exclaimed. He tilted his hips and Khal's finger slipped free. He panted, trapped in thick loops of scaled coils, the shocking blue and obsidian stark against his pale blue and grey complexion. His own black tiger stripes looked pale and sickly against the naga's own startling markings.

He felt small and weak all of a sudden, insignificant and lost. He thought about his options. He had no girlfriend - he'd dumped her after he had caught her riding his so-called best friend in his bed some months ago. His landlord had been quite helpful in removing her name from the lease and turfing her out. His job was a dead-end and running him more and more ragged by the day. Most, if not all of his friendships had dissolved as everyone had gone their own ways and struggled to keep contact and socialise between work and family. His car was destined for the scrap yard some time soon and he couldn't afford another, which narrowed his job options drastically. Was it really worth going back to all that? Loneliness and a dead-end job. Being worked to death was not on his To-Do list, but then neither was being fucked and/or eaten by a monster. His lips thinned into a bloodless line and he frowned, feeling the earth open up to swallow him. He was in a lose-lose situation.

Or, he mused, he could turn it into some kind of a win, even for a short amount of time...

'Okay,' He ventured slowly, 'Two conditions: You get one night to have your way with me and then you release me so I can go and quit my job in the pettiest way I can muster. Two: Er, be gentle... I've only ever had girlfriends...' He added meekly, feeling a tidal wave of embarrassment drowning his meagre reserves of courage. He tilted his head, his back arching as he looked up at Khal. He looked into the depths of the demon's golden eyes, waiting for him to make up his mind.

Khal grinned, 'I accept only if you tell me what you did afterwards. I want all the details of the fallout.'

A strange kind of giddiness swept over him. He'd just made a deal with the devil. No, a devil. Demon? He didn't know if there was any difference between the two names and didn't much care to ask about the details. He just wanted the night to be over with so he could go an irritate Harvey with his presence.

'I believe I'm going to enjoy you.' Khal purred and kissed the top of Jack's head. His left hand ran over the taught bumps of the shark's torso, gliding down back towards his groin where he started to tease Jack again, 'Such a muscular little thing...' He hissed softly as he encouraged Jack erect.

Jack bit his lip, trying to think of something else other than the coil of muscle that had just gently wedged itself between his knees and parting his legs or the fact that his cock was now sliding free of its sheath, being teased to hardness. I am not little. I'm twenty-five years old, six foot three and can bench press- Oh my God, what the fuck-'

Jack's eyes went wide, his gaze peeling away from the sight of his own growing cock to the glistening, black shaft that rose up in the space between his tail and inner thigh. Khal's penis was thick, veiny and smooth, gently curved with the promise of a flared head. Jack had never been so intimidated by another man in his life nor made to feel so insignificant. He felt himself start to wither but Khal's fist gripped him and, testing the strength of his grip, started to stroke him. Jack froze, his gaze sliding away from the growing naga cock to his own. He was fully erect, barbed and horribly average in comparison. Khal shifted beneath him and kissed neck, his ministrations becoming increasingly passionate as the seconds ticked by. Jack's breath started to grow laboured as Khal nibbled at the soft flesh above his gills, all the while pumping his cock in his fist.

A soft moan escaped Jack and Khal grinned wider, triumphant. He ran his free hand across the shark's twitching muscles, keeping up with the kisses and soft licks, enjoying the feel of Jack's twitching cock against his palm and the natural musky scent he had.

'I'm going to enter you now.' Khal hissed in honeyed tones, 'And you're going to enjoy every moment I'm inside.'

Sanity struck Jack in a brief flash of pani and he looked in horror at the size of Khal's cock. It dwarfed his, towering over him like a threat. 'Oh fuck...' He groaned, half in terror, half in the haze of a mounting orgasm as his cock throbbed in Khal's fist.

Khal ran his fingertip across the head of Jack's cock, wiping away the steady trickle of pre that had presented itself and used it to lube up his ass. Jack grunted with displeasure as Khal started fingering him.

'Relax...' Khal purred softly, sliding another finger inside. He wriggled his fingers gently, experimenting, working out what brought pleasure to the shark and what didn't.

Soon enough, Jack was panting hard, flushed with both embarrassment and lust, stubbornly refusing to put to voice how he felt. A fresh bolt of terror raced through him as Khal effortlessly lifted his backside up, both hands on the shark's hips as he writhed into position beneath. His coils kept Jack's legs parted and he quickly felt the blunt, pointed tip of the naga's cock pressing against his violated anus. Jack forced himself to relax, sucking in deep breaths to steady his breathing as a new sensation took over; one of having something inserted into him in a place where nothing should be inserted. He started panting again, feeling Khal's girth stretch him beyond the few inches he had just weathered to what felt like a foot. He gasped, eyes wide, shocked as Khal lowered the shark fully onto his cock, taking his time so that Jack could get accustomed to his size.

'Oh fuck!' He cried as his buttocks finally came back into contact with Khal once more. He arched his back, trembling, knees pulled back, his body aching so much it hurt. It felt as if the naga was about to lance his stomach with the tip of his cock he was so deep.

'How does that feel? Comfortable?' Khal enquired as he ran his hands up Jack's sides. Jack moaned softly in response, frozen in place. Khal helped him find a more comfortable position and carefully tilted him upright until he was towering over the incoherent shark. Jack settled limply across a tangle of naga coils, deciding that completely giving in was the best option for him right now. Khal shifted a litte more, flexing the muscles in his tail and rearranged his coils until they were nestled amidst a low wall of scales. He caught the shark's cock between overlapping coils, gently trapping him. 'Better?'

Jack nodded, leaning on Khal's tail, face buried in his hands, bracing for the next part. He could feel Khal twitching inside him, a deep throb of power and briefly wondered if he was going to be filled with the demon's seed or if it was going to be splashed across him like some obscene art. Khal slowly pulled back and Jack winced, biting down on his bottom lip as his own cock was rubbed from all sides with smooth, hard scales. He felt the naga move inside him, pulling slowly backwards. Khal's cock was slick and cool, a completely alien feeling but surprisingly not unpleasant. Jack balled his fists as Khal slowly drove himself forward again, the motion forcing Jack to press up against the demon's coils. He held his breath as his cock was pressed deeper into the folds of scales and rippling muscle, startled at the feel of it all. If it wasn't for the giant cock in his ass, he would be quite enjoying the feel of his own being rubbed by snake scales. As it was, Khal was slowly pumping his own cock into Jack's backside, slowly and gently, his hands gripping his hips firmly.

Jack folded his arms tighter across the spine of Khal's curled tail and buried his face deeper in the backs of them, panting with each slick stroke the demon made. With each thrust, the pain faded, replaced by an unfamiliar pleasure that steadily rolled through him in warming waves of lust. Jack's cock twitched in its makeshift prison and he started to obey his body's demands. He moved his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into the coils, moving back when Khal thrust forward, finding a rythm that suited the both of them. His breathing became more and more ragged, laboured moans muffled by the backs of his arms. He listened as Khal hissed and grunted behind him, his claws digging into the shark's hips as he moved. And then Khal was hunched over him, his arms sliding up and around Jack's body.

Jack gasped as Khal pulled him into a firm embrace as he hammered into him. He kissed across his gills and up his jawline, powerful fingers tilting Jack's head just so before Khal slipped his forked tongue into the stunned shark's mouth. Jack moaned into Khal's mouth, his cock twitching, an all-too familiar tightening of his groin making itself known.

'I'm- I'm coming-' Jack panted raggedly when Khal pulled away.

'Good.' He grunted, 'Hold nothing back...'

Jack trembled and grit his teeth against the building pressure as Khal thrust deep into him with long, hard strokes, his own breath laboured in Jack's ear. A pained moan rumbled from Jack's chest and he clenched his fists, his hips bucking as he came. Khal hissed in joy as he felt the shark's cock twitching against him, releasing his seed in long bursts and shuddering moans. Khal released a moan of his own, hissing as his own cock ached within the shark's spasming backside. Jack's eyes flew open, the pink haze of afterglow evaporating as he felt Khal cum. The naga doubled over, burying his face in the crook of Jack's neck as he ground against the shark's ass, his twitching cock flaring and pumping thick ropes of semen deep into the shark in a powerful eruption that made the naga tense and squirm.

Khal slowly pulled out, trembling, looking down and watching as his slick cock slipped free of Jack's rear with a slick pop. Thick white cum flowed freely out of Jack's tormented anus, sliding down his inner thighs and leaving a spider's web of slick strings draped between his spread buttocks. Jack stayed put, his eyes lidded, mind numb as Khal admired his work. He wasn't sure whether he had enjoyed the naga's attentions or not.

He vaguely remembered Khal freeing him and laying him back on the bed but not much after that as exhaustion drew him inexorably into its warm, dark embrace.