He guided her hand to her pussy and pressed his fingers against hers, pressing them roughly against her womanly flesh. She moaned sweetly as she played with herself, "That's a girl. Moan for me. You sound so sweet."
With every ounce of energy he could muster, he rubbed himself against her from behind. His hands held her hips tightly as she pleasured her pussy, his cock pressed against the crease of her ass.
Oh how he wished that he could fuck her properly, that he was alive and with her, flesh to flesh. "Say my name. Say Nathaniel."
Nearly choking on her breath as she orgasmed, she gasped for air as she whispered his name. "Nathaniel..."
Again, just as the storm had ended he was catapulted back into the water.
In the following days he decided it was the power of the storm that allowed him to break free from his shark cage. That somehow, he could manipulate the natural energy to free himself- if only for a short while, and perhaps he was drawing upon the sexual energy of Saffron. Whatever it was, he knew they were connected somehow, some way.
During the next storm, he took her in the shower. After that encounter, it seemed that she figured out the storm part on her own, because he'd find her already naked and waiting for him.
***
Sunlight bathed the lagoon as she made her way out to the pier. Her brows pulled together and she wore a serious expression, lost deep within her own thoughts. She paid no heed to the glistening water, the lush foliage, or the sultry, sweet breeze.
All she could think about was Nathaniel, her phantom lover. She didn't know how she knew his name, how she knew what he looked like, or if he was even real, but one thing she did know was that he was somehow connected to the shark that seemed to frequent her lagoon.
It seemed impossible, the height of absurdity, and yet, if she were losing her mind, so be it. She'd rather be lost in a fantasy world with Nathaniel than live without his ghostly touches.
Absently, she toyed with the shark-tooth necklace. Nathaniel wore a silver chain like the one she was wearing, so maybe it once belonged to him, she reasoned. She did buy it locally at an antique store.
Exhaling a breath, she sat down on the edge of the dock and waited for her daily companion to appear. It didn't take long for the shark to emerge from the water. She watched him as he neared the dock, and once he was close enough to touch, she smiled. "I should be afraid of you, but I'm not." It was the first time she'd ever tried talking to it. She laughed nervously at herself.
"I bet if I put my hand in the water you wouldn't even bite me."
The shark swam even closer to the pier and merely looked at her.
"Of course you can't respond." She sighed. "And if I am wrong, then... Well. I'll be without a hand. Or dead." She laughed again, as if she were embarrassed to be talking to the creature.
"But the way you watch me, the way you are here all the time, you remind me of him. And it makes no sense. None of it does! Not him, not you, not any of this. So if I am going out of my mind, then fine. If you kill me then I'll be a ghost like him, and maybe I'll be with him."
Though it wasn't the greatest reasoning in the world, she had to know. She stuck her hand into the water. Her heart thudded wildly against her chest, her blood rushed through her veins so loudly she thought she'd pass out. "Please don't hurt me," she whispered.
The shark swam beneath her outstretched hand. She stroked her fingers along it's rough skin, amazed that she was still alive. "Wow." It swam away and popped back up to be petted again. She drug her fingers along it's back, all the way to the tail.
Something deep inside of her belly unfurled, an intense, sexual longing that she'd never felt before- except when she was with Nathaniel. She shook her head, thinking it made no sense, yet she was determined to figure it out. Why was this happening to her?
Saffron slid her wet hand into her bathing suit bottoms and rubbed her pussy as the shark watched. She kept her intense gaze upon him as she pulled her bottoms to the side, letting it watch as she glided a couple of fingers into her slick hole. The shark swam closer and splashed water directly against her swollen clit. The intense pressure inflamed her arousal, and she started to writhe and moan.
She slid to the end of the dock and dangled her legs over the side. The shark hoisted itself up, enough to hook the string of her bikini bottom and cut it with his tooth, ripping the flimsy fabric from her lithe body.
Exposed and vulnerable, but completely turned on, she eased herself half into the water, though kept her elbows propped up onto the dock. The shark swam between her parted legs and rubbed its fin against her pussy. She ground herself against it, splashing the water as she rode it like a cock. The pain intensified her pleasure.
Her pussy and clit ached from the delicious friction. Her slick juices were washed away by the ocean water. She was raw from the grinding, yet she couldn't stop. It was mind-blowing. "Oh fuck! I wish I could feel you inside of me!" she whimpered.
As if hearing her request, the shark swam around and took her into his mouth, each leg suspended on the sides of his mouth. His teeth jutted against her skin but did not pierce her tender flesh. He held her in place as he snaked his tongue against her pussy, wiggling and probing her folds. He pushed into her, forcing his tongue into her hole, sliding it in and out, sending hot tingles flooding through her entire body. Every fiber of her being thrummed with erotic sensation. "Fuck, oh fuck!"
She slid her hand down to her pussy and furiously rubbed at her clit while it fucked her with its tongue. "Ouu that feels so good, oh yeah, eat that pussy, mmm."
Her head rolled back as she used her other hand to massage her nipples. It suddenly occurred to her that she told a shark to eat her while sitting in its mouth, "Don't like, REALLY eat me. Cause you're a shark, and I'm not food."
The shark paused, and its body shook. Was it laughing at her? Could sharks laugh anyhow? "But don't stop licking me either! That feels so good."
Her pussy quivered as its rough tongue stroked in and out of her. Just as she was about to cum, he stopped and pulled out of her pussy. Before she could pout, he slid his tongue between her ass cheeks and probed between the milky white flesh, seeking her tiny asshole. He licked around it, then pushed into her. He impaled her ass and fucked his tongue in and out of her until she came. Her orgasm tore through her so violently she passed out.
He placed her on the dock as best he could and delved into the water. The words of the old hag played through his mind. "You'll forever be bound to what you love the most."
But I love her. I love HER.
As the thought resonated through his mind, something magical happened. He was propelled out of the water and he gasped for breath. Not through gills, but lungs. His lungs. He was human!
He was real.
He screamed a sound of joy as he climbed up onto the dock. Crawling over her, dropping water across her unconscious form, he kissed her lips gently. "I love you."
She blinked open her eyes and grinned, "I was hoping that was you..."
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