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I know I should probably leave...but I really don’t want to.

It was probably more of a dilemma than it should have been for Jordan. The previous evening had seen him get raped by a dolphin, with the added insult of getting him to shoot his own load. It had been an embarrassing and humiliating experience, though fortunately not damaging...he was unquestionably sore, but not injured. Still, he doubted anyone would think it a bad idea if he hightailed it out of there as fast as possible, after what had happened to him...who would want to swim where that was a possible outcome?

And yet, a larger part of him wanted to stay, to show defiance to the dolphin. He didn’t want to give up such a private spot so easily, especially one that otherwise was ideally suited to him in every other way. After all, he’d been searching for a place just like this for a long time...and he knew the risk of being around there, but perhaps he could find a way to get some payback on the dolphin. Now that Jordan knew he was there, Kavi couldn’t really catch him off-guard...and he could defend himself, Kavi might have been bigger but he wasn’t invincible, and Jordan could deliver a blow if he had to. If he proved he wasn’t a pushover, maybe Kavi would leave him alone.

Yes, it probably wasn’t the smartest of ideas. But Jordan could be stubborn at times, and he liked not just giving in. Especially here, he felt like it was more of a way to salvage his pride than leaving; he was going to show Kavi that he wouldn’t just be pushed around, that he would stand his ground and not let the dolphin’s taunts get to him.

So the next morning after eating, despite the lingering ache in his rear, he headed back down to the beach. The water was even calmer than yesterday, with less breeze in the air, and though there were some clouds in the sky the air was still quite warm, very inviting for a swim. He looked around before he entered; no sign of any deviant dolphin anywhere. Though he doubted he’d be able to spot him underwater, he was more ready for that this time...he could gather himself and strike back, if he kept his wits about him.

He slowly stepped into the water, relaxing a bit at the cool feel of the liquid on his skin. His relaxation got progressively stronger the more of him got submerged, until he was almost entirely at ease as he began swimming. He might not have wanted to get complacent, necessarily, but relaxed would be a good thing. Especially since he didn’t want to be chasing ghosts - that would probably make him more vulnerable than anything.

His aches were quickly erased by the water as well. His rear wasn’t feeling bad at all anymore, definitely a good thing since the dull throb had been with him all night. He’d been worried about the water getting inside when he was swimming back yesterday, trying to stay tight enough not to get an undesired salt-water enema had been a bit of a chore. The rest apparently had helped, though; he wasn’t feeling any of that this time around. Indeed, it felt almost like he was back to his old self, which was what he had hoped for.

He paddled and swam around for a while, letting the minutes tick by as he enjoy himself. Just what he had been hoping for the first time, and there was no sign of Kavi. Maybe he only ventured around infrequently...or was just passing by. Some wild-type anthros were highly nomadic; if it had just been a matter of wrong-place, wrong-time, then he could enjoy his new spot without worry. And more and more, it seemed like that was the case.

Until his eye caught something under the water. He couldn’t make out what it was that passed under him, but it was some kind of dark shape that didn’t look like just your average fish. There was enough churn around that when he tried to look around, he wasn’t able to catch sight of it again. His heart was starting to tick up in pace again, but he tried to keep his cool. Getting scared wasn’t the way to go about this...he needed a bold face. He cast his gaze around, turning slowly to scan his surroundings. “You’re not fooling me, Kavi...I know you’re here, I’m not going to get ambushed by you again.”

“Kavi’s not here now, chico. Just me.”

Jordan swung around, just in time to get grabbed by the shoulders and pushed hard through the water. Again he found himself eventually driven against the rock, thankfully not hard enough to really hurt but enough to wind him a bit. But the main difference was that his eyes were fully open this time, and when he was able to see what had him, he could tell instantly it wasn’t Kavi. It wasn’t even a dolphin.

Shark.

A grinning mouth full of teeth was far too close to him for comfort. Clawed fingers were pressed against his skin as he was held fast against the rock. The shark was even a bit bigger than Kavi had been, and looked as strong or stronger to boot; probably a longfin mako by the looks of it. It was all he could do not to panic; wild-type shark anthros had a reputation for being very dangerous. “Y-you’re...definitely not who I thought you might be…”

“No, I’m not. You were looking for Kavi? Too bad. You got Sketh instead. But you might enjoy me just as much.”

“Enjoy? I didn’t...enjoy anything about Kavi.”

“That’s not what he said, chico. He was quite vocal about his fun yesterday...and he spoke a lot about how you responded.” The shark had risen up a bit, enough that Jordan could see his twin shafts underwater, long, hard, and ready for action. Before he could do anything to get away, strong hands gripped his legs and held them fast, raising them up out of the water and pushing Jordan into the rocks. “I was sorry to have missed out, didn’t think I’d get lucky enough to find one of my own...but lucky me, it’s the same one here.”

This was the worst news. Wild sharks and dolphins didn’t usually get along, but it appeared these two did, and Sketh’s tastes were similar to Kavi’s. In other words, Jordan was screwed...literally. “W-wait...this isn’t right…”

“Right? You’re in our domain, Jordan. We decide what’s right. If we treat trespassers this way, that’s how we do things. If you don’t like it, you can leave...after I have my fun.”

Sketh pushed, bending Jordan until he was trapped against the rock by his shoulders and neck, his ass raised a bit in the water. With the weight of the shark against him, it was either use his arms to keep himself above water or get pushed under...the former would ensure he could do nothing about the impending rape, the latter would potentially get him killed. He chose life, hands gripping outstretched rock and holding him up while the shark’s pair was held together and pushed against his rear.

“I’m glad Kavi got to you first...stretched you out nicely, because I don’t like to use just one.” Jordan’s eyes closed and he winced as he felt the pair of tapered tips get lined up with his asshole...Kavi had been pretty big, but this was going to be significantly thicker, and he doubted it was going to be that easy to take. Not that he had much choice in the matter…

He yelped and groaned as Sketh drove himself into his hole, just as much of a punishing entry as Kavi’s had been the previous day. The water and the position kept things a bit slower than they could have been, but that was small comfort with the wicked stretch he was getting - even trying to relax, much as he hated giving in in any way to the forced assault, wasn’t making it any easier. His legs kicked slightly, but the motion wasn’t very useful, not even close to hitting Sketh. In fact it only seemed to encourage the shark, who chuckled at him darkly and pounded himself in to the hilts - he was getting even deeper than Kavi did, and with so much more girth to boot.

“Oh, yessssss...you are fucking tight, chico, it’s perfect.” Sketh started to buck in and out of Jordan, cocks sliding through his passage without facing any real impediment from the resistance of the human’s body. Even better, he could feel that he wasn’t getting any actual fight from Jordan. “Hah, you been wanting this? Been waiting for another nice dicking?”

“Ngh...not...even…” Jordan panted through clenched teeth. Fuck, it was making him feel sore, especially after yesterday’s treatment...though, he had to admit, it was better that Kavi got to him first, this might have been way worse if he’d been a virgin still. As it was, it felt like he was losing it all over again. “Don’t wanna...hurt myself...fighting a losing battle…”

“Hah, yeah right. Bet you, mph, came down here looking for another ride. Easy to tell you love this shit, puto.”

“Fuck off.” Sketh just laughed and rammed in again, shoving Jordan against the rock. The last thing he needed was a running commentary...couldn’t these fuckers have the courtesy to rape him in silence? But even worse, he was starting to feel the same tingles as yesterday, a stirring in his groin that he desperately didn’t want to acknowledge. Come on, you can’t be serious…

“Oh, the human bitch wants to pretend he’s not into it? That’s not what your dick’s saying, chico.” The tip of Jordan’s cock was clearly visible near the water’s surface, cresting over it at times when enough impact was put into Sketh’s thrusts. “Bet I can get you to cum just from fucking you up the ass...that’ll tell me all I need to know.”

Jordan didn’t say a word to that, nothing he could say would have helped the situation. He had to just hold himself back...those thick cocks in his ass were the only thing stimulating him this time, it wasn’t like yesterday when he had the friction from the rocks. Surely he could hold himself back from that...but the stretching was getting less intense, and the physical pleasure was starting to regain its foothold on him. Sketh didn’t have Kavi’s maneuverable member, but he was getting good contact with Jordan’s prostate nonetheless through sheer size. And that was putting him through a significantly harder trial than he expected keeping himself from falling a second time.

It was bad enough early on, with the powerful thrusts in and out, a relentless shark attack that he had no defense against. But then it wore on...and on...Sketh seemed to have plenty of stamina, and Jordan was starting to realize, to his chagrin, that he wasn’t even going all out on him. He was getting worn down far faster than the shark, not just physically but mentally. The pleasure was picked up over the rutting, the discomfort fell numb, his arousal kept growing, and his ability to resist was fading. The sounds he was making were only barely defiant, barely masking the effects of the tingles and buzzes in his body.

And Sketh wasn’t making it any easier on him with his lecherous growls and taunts. “Getting close, Jordan? Feeling that bubble inside you, trying to burst out? All this time you tried to deny it, wouldn’t it feel good to just...accept it? Let it out? Show how much you enjoy getting a real fucking by a real male?” Not just the words, but the tone, it was something bizarrely alluring, a depth and power that pierced him to the core, regardless of whether he wanted it to or not.

The fight ended just like it had the previous day. Jordan’s cry was weak, obviously pleasured, as he spasmed and his load was unleashed. Some of his seed fired into the air, the rest impeded by the occasional rush of water over him, but it was more than obvious how he surrendered to Sketh. And Sketh responded by going harder and faster, prolonging Jordan’s climax by prodding his sensitive insides until he too let go, flooding the human’s passage with a healthy load of sharkcum. He was plenty prolific, just as Kavi had been, maybe more so, though it seemed that his twins were sharing their output so it wasn’t like a double-dose...it was still more than enough against his ravaged rectum, giving him an intense filling.

One that ended a bit prematurely, as Sketh suddenly yanked himself out of Jordan and finished by firing his sticky load onto Jordan’s chest and face. The human sputtered as he got a faceful of the stuff, trying desperately to keep it out of his mouth...it was the lone success he had, but felt like a hollow victory as he endured the stain of shark seed on his body. His face was red with frustration and embarrassment again, amplified by Sketh’s laugh. “Good look on you, puto...you should stay that way, let others know who’s marked you.”

His legs were released, and fell limply back into the water. Jordan was panting, weary, exhausted in body and spirit. He opened his eyes to see Sketh swimming back, smirking at him with no remorse. “Better hurry out of the water. Kavi might drop by again...and you’d better believe he’ll go for sloppy seconds if he has the chance. Then again, maybe you’d rather wait around here for him...I suppose that’s your call.” Then he sank beneath the surface...and like that, he was gone, as suddenly as he’d appeared.

The threat was effective enough...Jordan pushed himself back into the water and slowly swam back to the shore, trying to get as much of Sketh’s jizz off of himself as he could. It was irritatingly stubborn, but he’d pretty much cleaned it off of himself by the time he’d reached the sandy bank...what was inside him wasn’t going to be so easily removed. He laid on the sand for a while, just panting, trying to recover his energy, and maybe a touch of his pride.

The risk hadn’t panned out at all, and now there were two of them. It was definitely trouble in paradise.