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It takes about three minutes for the average human to die by drowning. Canute was about to learn that for himself.

They had warned the blonde fisherman not to go. That a storm was about to take place and that the crew of the Withered Rose would join the many sailors at the bottom of the ocean. The men took no heed; the sea was plentiful, and they needed the money.

No pay would save them then. The man just watched as the vessel sank between the dark waves. It was over. Every gasp was a futile exercise. Canute was about to die.

The lights of his life were going out. His last vision was the fin of a shark.

"At least this useless life will have some use," thought the young fisherman as darkness took his vision away.

Alas, poor Canute. The young man was another victim of callousness.

Except he woke up. In another time, in another place.

A mighty gasp for air and an awaking of his upper body from a lying position and the man was brought from the brink of death. A small cave, wet as his clothes, leading into cloudy sunlight, surrounded him. The sound of the ocean and his desperate gasps echoed.

How did he get there? Was he safe? Was he even alive still? And what about the shark? Questions that repeated in his own head many times. The answer would come as a manly voice coming from behind him.

"Oi! Yer alright?"

The sudden, deep sound bolted him to where he was. He wanted to turn around and confront the presence, but confusion and desperation made him want to run away. Instead, he lied in the between; shivering, refusing to turn his head back.

"Yer deaf or somethin'?" yelled the other person in the cave. "I'm talkin' to ya."

Clearly, whoever it was, was getting impatient. That position was unsustainable, and Canute knew it. So finally, with utmost reluctance, he turned to face what called him.

He gasped in horror at what he found.

A massive man, about twice as tall as him, inhumanly muscular, instead of skin blue-ish gray scales. Most horrifyingly, he bore the face of a shark; gills and fin included. He wore nothing but a leather loincloth around his waist.

"Monster!" Cried Canute as he squirmed away from the fish-man.

Unfortunately for him, the bigger man grabbed his ankle, fixing the human into place. "Wait a minute, land-dweller."

He did not comply. The blonde man kept squirming and thrashing around to the chagrin of his captor. He had escaped death and then was in its grasp again. He wouldn't easily give in. It took many minutes and requests from the shark for him to finally calm down.

"Yer done with the hissy-fit?" Said the impatient man.

"Are you going to kill me?"

He scoffed. "T'would been easier to do that in the water."

Finally, the gears in Canute's brain turned properly. The shark he had seen during that stormy afternoon had been the man right in front of him. At the sight of the more relaxed human, the fish let go of him.

"You saved me, didn't you?"

"Aye."

The shark let the room fall into an awkward silence. The human's face turned reddish with the realisation of his crudeness and ingratitude. His lips trembled as he got into a proper sitting position.

Canute arranged his wet hair. "Forgive me. Thank you for saving my life."

The other man scoffed through his gills. "You're welcome."

"I'm Canute."

"Gijs."

"Pleasure."

Quietness took the cave again. In the reprieve from talking, the blonde man looked outside the cave to see no island, town, or even beach at all. He was alive; but stranded.

Luckily, he was with someone who could help. But how to ask for another favor from one's savior? The stoic man had already done so much for him, and Canute had only mistreated him…

Perhaps making amends was in order. The angler stood and talked in an amicable, almost fraternal tone. "So, Mr. Gijs, is there a way I can repay you? I have little riches, but I can surely grant you something in return for your help."

"Yer gold means nothing to me, land-dweller."

"A favor, then?"

The shark scanned the human's body. Then took to a pensive expression before sighing. "There's something ye can do fer me."

"Ah, then just say it. I'd be happy to repay my due."

"I want yer body."

The bluntness of the words terrified him, but Canute was also confused. "What... do you mean?"

The fish-man cleared his throat and embarrassedly adjusted his loincloth by the sides. "Yer... chastity."

When those words hit him, the human turned as red as possible. How was the shark aware of his preferences? Or how could he tell the fisherman was a virgin? Then the fact that massive man was incredibly attractive. Regardless, the man was stunned and silent.

"Ack! Forget I said anything," claimed Gijs. “Come, I'll lead ye to one of your settlements." He started walking toward the exit.

Stuttering, the human stopped the shark by the wrist. “No! I... I must repay my debt. Mr Gijs, I will comply with your request. If you'll still have me."

"Do not feel forced, land-dweller."

"I do not... Believe my words."

"Very well." Gijs walked to the back of the cave and beckoned Canute to join him. "Lay on yer back."

The human followed the orders, lying on the cold, wet ground.

Just then, the realisation of what he had just agreed to do hit him. If that man was twice his size, his penis must be huge. Though a bit distressed, he concluded it was the right thing to do. Besides, what were the odds his first would be as handsome as the shark-man? He just waited and prepared for a day or two of walking funny.

Next, to the human's surprise, the shark laid himself between his legs. He saw a hesitant smirk of deadly teeth beyond his crotch.

"Ready?" Said Gijs in hushed tones.

Canute only hummed a confirmation.

Gingerly, the tip of thick fingers went under his pants and undergarments. Despite his size, that man knew how to be gentle. In mild tugs, Canute's modest half-chub and testicles were out in the cold air.

The blonde man stuttered his words through his shame, "Sorry it's not big…"

"Dun matter."

Even given their position, the human didn't predict what happened next. A slick, icy feeling on his cock made him yelp. The shark had licked his shaft from bottom to top.

"Yer alright?"

"Yeah... Just first time jitters."

The shark returned to lapping Canute's member stiff. And every time he did, a shiver flowed through the human. The tender movements of the bigger male excited the fisher into gasping.

He had only looked at the ceiling, but curiosity got the better of him. The man turned to see the massive man licking his cock, and found a monstrous display.

The movements were sweet, but the sight couldn't be farther from that. The dark pink tongue sprung from rows of man-eating fangs. From his perspective, a wrong move and the shark would chow down on his crotch.

Like any mortal man, fear made his whole body tense up; rock hard as his red cock. And Gijs noticed.

"What is it now? I thought yer people like this sort o' thing."

"Sorry. It's just your teeth. They're kinda scary."

"Well, I can't change that." The fish-man stroked the then wet cock a few times, to its owner's pleasure and surprise. "'Tis good as is."

Then the shark raised his body over the confused Canute. When Gijs started undoing his loincloth, it became clear what would happen next. But he was in for a surprise.

The leather belt came off, but nothing plopped out of it. The human's eyes widened at the sight. Instead of a cock, he bore a pinkish hole full of intricately placed flaps. He had never seen one in person, but he knew that was a vagina.

"Surprised?" He used an index and a middle finger to spread his cunt, exposing the delicate insides. "This is the way of our kind."

And surprised Canute was. Though his lecherous fantasies involved virile rods for him to please, somehow seeing that massive, manly fish-man with such a feminine touch aroused him to the point of pain.

Gijs squatted over him, bringing penis and vagina together. The mere touch was enough to make the human moan and the shark sigh. He squatted further and made that cock penetrate him.

Just beyond the head was within the cunt. The pressure drew Canute in. The sight of a muscular male made him leaky.

The shark kept going until all that cock was inside him; his labia kissed the bottom of that member. When a snuffed moan escaped Gijs' mouth, the human could tell pain was at play, but was too lost in desire to say anything about it.

After a few seconds, the shark did squats, bringing his pussy up and down on that member. Canute did nothing to hide his pleasure, moaning each time those flaps completely engulfed his cock. Gijs still released the occasional smothered noise.

Some few impacts later, the angler noticed the legs of his companion trembled a bit with the exercise. That was when he realised how awkward the position they found themselves in was. Not to mention how it seemed to hurt the shark-man.

"He did it intentionally so he would be on top," Canute thought. And the puny human shouldn't dare oppose him, but it didn't feel right.

"Mr. Gijs?"

"What... is it?" The shark stuttered as he stopped.

"You don't look comfortable like this."

"Tis no matter."

"It... matters. I don't want to get off while you hurt. Not even as a favor."

Stunned, the shark let silence take the room again. After little deliberation, he spoke. "And ye got a better idea?"

"I could," he gulped, "be on top."

That time, silence lingered longer. Though pensive and prideful, the shark could not think of another solution. "Fine!"

To Canute's surprise, the massive frame dismounted him. It seemed as if his feelings had reached the fish-man. And so, they traded places; Canute stood while Gijs laid himself on his back.

Soon, the pantless human found himself between massive thighs, resting his stiff manhood over that wet pussy. Gijs' body seemed to stretch beyond his vision. The shark-shaped head poked over the horizon.

"May I?"

The shark scoffed. "Just do it."

He held the large thighs, and in a single pelvic move, found the spot. As he jammed it in, the shark grunted loudly. Though worried at first, a nod confirmed Canute could proceed.

The human started to fuck the shark at the same slow speed as before. A cunt still pulled him in, but his movements could satisfy that call properly. The shark remained the same, with his grunts and choked moans.

Canute couldn't help but to pick up speed; not with that vagina needing to be mated like that. As he did, he saw that imposing body bob to his whims. There was something arousing in the emasculation of his partner that made him go even faster.

And so, it was too much for Gijs to hold back. A decently sized penis was penetrating him over and over with such speed he loved it. He was the one moaning, louder and in a higher pitch than the human even.

Faster and harder. The symphony of sex echoed louder than the waves outside.

It didn't take long for the men to be on the verge of an orgasm. The fucking continued as Canute forced his cock in over and over while hugging the shark's waist.

"Gijs! I'm close!"

"Then... don't... hold back!"

"Ah!"

Then it happened. For the first time, Canute filled a hole with his seed with gusto. Wrapped in his partner, he let no drop out of those flaps. Gijs soon followed with his own bliss, his stuffed cunt growing even wetter with his release.

After that, they were both sweaty, gasping messes of afterglow. Lying on top of him, Canute petted whatever muscles he could get his hands on. In response, the shark combed the human's hair.

They stay like that for many minutes.

"It is done," said the shark. "Hopefully, I'm now bred."

"Bred!" questioned the fisherman.

"Ack! Said too much."

Both raised until they were sitting. The shark tried to drop the topic a few more times, but the human was intrigued, if scared, at the meaning of that word. After realising he wasn't going to get away with it, Gijs spoke up.

"It is our nature to have one lifelong partner. But there are fewer women than men. Few women mean little mating. So the men are to seek other partners to keep our people alive."

"I see..."

"Fer land-dwellers, others will use more... forceful tactics. Dun like that. When I saw ye, I thought I could save yer life in exchange fer... mating."

That was a lot to take in. Not only was the human no longer a virgin, he was going to be a father as well. Not to mention, that Gijs would become pregnant was inconceivable to him.

The shark lent a hand to the man's shoulder when it saw the worry in his eyes. "Dun worry, Canute. I'll make sure the kids will grow strong." Then he smiled.

The human saw that toothy grin with fresh eyes. Maybe it was just a post-coitus effect, but his grin was beautiful. He was no longer scared of a monster, but attracted to his mate.

"Now, come," said the shark. "Lemme lead ye to land."

After getting dressed and a quick cleanup, Gijs swam to the outskirts of the closest human town with Canute holding on to him.

Feet on the sandy shore, the human turned to thank the shark.

"Sorry I can't take ye closer," said the fish-man. "Land-dwellers better not know about this."

"It's fine… Thank you for everything, Gijs." Canute pondered on his last words to the shark. There was something on his mind, but... was it right to ask? "Hey, Gijs?"

"Say it."

"Can I see them? The children, I mean."

Pensive, head halfway beneath the water, the shark drew his maw from the sea and spoke. "Come back here in three winters." And then disappeared into the dark ocean.

"Three winters..."

What kind of person would Canute be in three years? He looked towards the cloudy skies of late afternoon. He didn't need to know. All he needed was the promise, one he wouldn't forget.