Mako the Shark Monster

  You’ve been hearing stories recently around your little harbor town. At first, they were just whispers, kids on the playground talking about the new boogeyman. Then it grew to chilled stories over coffee and from there people actually seemed concerned, articles appeared in the local paper, shops were offering various sorts of protection.

   You tried not to pay attention to the rumors until you saw proof they were merely words causing the fear. Besides, the only sharks walking on land you knew of were in crappy sci-fi movies you watched while drunk and mythology texts you studied in high school.

   You continued going about your business, even though you were warned going out beyond the reef was dangerous these days. Ok, so maybe you are a bit stubborn but you’ve been doing these dives since you were a kid, you know more than they did.

   You find your usual spot and get everything ready, walking across your boat as you tied lines and set your pack. Your mom and dad had taught you how to hunt for pearls when you were young, they taught you how to do it safely and with respect to the ocean. It wasn’t a job you had to do, but if you didn’t you felt like a part of you was being ignored.

   Once you’re suited up you dive under the water. It has been a while since you last made a dive so you’re a bit excited. As you make your way to your favorite oyster trove you feel as if something is watching you. You look around, seeing nothing but the rays of light coming through the water. Continuing on you start to comb through the oysters, finding one that looked promising. Something comes by you, swimming fast and stealing the oyster from your hand.

   You nearly scream but you keep yourself calm, looking around to find what it was. Looking up the shells of the feasted upon oyster hit your face. Your skin begins to crawl and you know you should go, but not before you finish your job. You go back to searching and something swims passed you again.

   You see it this time, something hulking and massive. It didn’t look like anything you had seen nothing that should be able to swim that fast. You decide to stop being stubborn and you start to swim back to the surface. The creature grabs your ankle and tugs you down. You twist and turn, only seeing teeth. You kick at it and struggle, reaching for the tools in your pack. You find the chisel and you drive it down into its arm. Blood rises up in the water and it releases you.

   You kick away and reach your boat, dragging yourself up on the boat and rushing to the engine. Your boat lurches and you fall, hitting the wall of the cabin. Out the window, you see the creature climbing and clawing onto the boat and then collapsing on the deck. It then lays deathly still.

   You remain hidden in the cabin, watching it from the window as you try to calm yourself. It still doesn’t move, it lays there barely breathing on the sun-baked deck. You then see it, blood pooling around him. You know you stabbed him, but that shouldn’t have been enough to cause that.

   You step out of the cabin and tiptoe towards it. The creature is massive, his body a glossy, shimmering gray blue. His back was a wide muscular field, a large, sharp fin jutting up. He had a long, thick tail that pronged at the end.

   You reach out to him, his body cool. He groans and you recoil your hand as he rolls over, showing the massive bite on his pure white stomach. He had been reaching out to you for help, not to scare you.

   “Oh shit,” you gasp. “Please…please don’t die!” You gasp and rush off to find your first aid kit.

   You’re not sure how you can save a shark monster, but you have to at least try. You work on patching him up until it grows dark. You finally sit back, having stopped the bleeding and wrapped his waist in every spare piece of gauze and cloth you had, including your clothes.

   He’s been out cold since you started, but at least he’s breathing. You huff and lean back, staring up at the full moon. You soon fall asleep, exhausted and weak from stress. You wake up and your boat is back at the dock and you’ve been placed in the cabin. Relieved the whole thing is over you go home to shower and eat and lay staring up at the ceiling as you take in everything that had happened.

   You got back to your boat the next day to retrieve a few things and you find a cloth bag hanging on the wheel. Opening it you see that it’s stuffed full of pearls. You’ve never seen so many in one place before, your parents had never even touched this many before in their lifetimes.

   The next time you go to your boat you find two more very similar bags, one full of antique gold and the other had a large, strange skull inside. You decide to take your boat out again, waiting in the cabin until sunset when the boat lurched and you heard a thud and a grunt. Peering out the window you see him again. His waist still wrapped, but in new gauze.

   You come out the cabin and he turns his giant head towards you, a smile showing off the sharp teeth in his wide mouth.

   “Sorry I uhm…stabbed you.”

   He’s at least nine feet tall, if not more as he stands tall above you. You swallow nervously and hold your hands up defensively.

   “You save my life,” his voice deep and husky. “I can forgive a small stab wound for that.”

   You rub your arm and nod, “well…if that’s out of the way,” you’re not quite sure what to say. “You don’t need to keep giving me those gifts. It’s not necessary.”

   His dark eyes narrow. “But I have to pay you back.”

   “No, you don’t,” you insist. “Really, I don’t need the gold or the pearls.”

   He kneels down to look you in the eye, “a debt is a debt, and I have to pay back what is due.”

   “I saved your life, there isn’t a price on that,” you shake your head.

   “Exactly,” he tilts his head slightly. “So if you don’t want gold and pearls what do you want from me? I won’t leave you alone until my debt is paid.”

   You frown, “I have a feeling even if I did accept the gold and pearls I wouldn’t be able to get rid of you.”

   He chuckles, “I guess so, considering my life has no value.”

   “That’s not what I meant,” you scoff at him. “I meant that lives can’t have prices put upon them. Every life is priceless.”

   “Priceless,” he murmurs and he puts his giant hands around your waist. “Then how about you make me your mate?”

   You flinch and your cheeks darken.

   “That’s equal right? A life for a life?”

   You frown and push at his hands, “n-no,” you scold him as his hands push up under your shirt and touch your bare skin. “That’s not how-”

   “My kind mates for life,” he growls as he pulls you in close, his hands grasping your chest and rubbing over your hardening nipples. “So it would be equal then, correct?” He licks your neck, his tongue thick and slimy.

   You try to push him away but you find you’re growing weak. His touch was pleasurable and his voice made you melt alone as it was. “I shouldn’t,” you whimper as he nibbles at your ear.

   “But you can,” he growls into your ear.

   You touch his face, studying the strange contours of it. He was handsome, for a shark you guess. You run your finger over his lips and he bites your finger, lapping up the blood that dripped down and he sucked your finger.

   “I…I don’t know,” you moan and lean into a kiss. You moan, his fingers kneading and rubbing your chest as he enjoyed the warmth and pressure on his large palms.

   He pushes his fingers into your shorts, rubbing your mound and finding your heat. His fingers rub and knead, teasing your wetness to seep through your panties. He chuckles darkly, circling his fingers around and around as your breath becomes deep and shallow.

   He lays back and pulls you up to his face, making you straddle over his wide mouth. You shiver as his sharp teeth touch your skin, his tongue lapping over your panties before he pushes them inside and pushes into your heat.

   “Ah,” you moan and wriggle. His tongue moves inside you and pulls out, lapping around you folds before shoving back deep inside.

   You try not to move, afraid to be stabbed upon his teeth. He feels so good you begin to move anyways, feeling his teeth poke into your soft thighs. He growls as he tastes blood and he pushes you onto your stomach, laying on his chest as he laps at your slit and ass. You whimper, moaning at the new sensation.

   Looking down you see standing erect between his legs two, not one, two thick throbbing cocks. Your eyes widen and you suddenly see a bonus to being mates with this shark monster. You reach down and touch both his dicks, rubbing the shafts until he growls and grunts against you. You inch closer, bringing on to your mouth and sucking him, taking him into your mouth and lapping around the shiny, pink flesh.

   He snarls and bucks, pushing a little down your throat. You moan against him, feeling yourself begin to unravel thanks to his tongue. One last thrust and you squirt a little on his tongue, your juices dripping down his throat and he chuckles darkly, feeling you tighten and squeeze on him as he pulls out.

   He picks you up and sits up, sitting you in his lap so both cocks are squished between your thighs. You’re still catching your breath, feeling him rub against your sensitive clit nearly sends you over the edge again.

   “How would you like to take me?” He snarls seductively into your ear. “Can you take both? Or should I go one at a time?”

   You glance back at him and squeeze your thighs around him, rocking your hips so he’s pumped between them. He snarls, bucking his hips at the pleasurable sensation. You giggle and wrap an arm around his trunk of a neck. You take one cock and guide it to your wet entrance, slowly sitting on it and then pulling it out and sitting on the other. He growls and nips on your shoulder, letting you play with him.

   Finally, you take his slick cock and press it against your ass, the other inside your slit. You slowly take both of them inside, grunting at the effort. You feel so stuffed you’re afraid he’ll tear you in two.

   He rubs his hands along your chest and stomach, smirking to himself. “You’re even better than I hoped. You feel so good it’ll take several lifetimes for me to grow bored of you.”

   You grunt, your mind going blank as he begins to move his hips. You whimper, biting down on his fingers that press between your lips. He growls happily, nibbling your shoulder and neck. You grunt and cry out, feeling him throb inside you, a thick gush of his seed stuffing both holes. For a moment he is still, and as you catch your breath for start to lift off but he grabs your hips and forces you back down. He bends you over the side of the boat and drives into you, his hips hitting your ass and rattling your bones as he drives hard inside.

   You wail in pleasure, moving your hips to fuck him back and feel the full power of him. Your back arches and you feel yourself begin to cum again, laughing as your body begins to tremble. You collapse against the boat and he continues to push deep and fast.

   He bites onto your shoulder as he releases again, stuffing both holes again with his thick, bubbly cum. You feel your belly swell slightly as his cum pumps into you more. You moan softly, sighing as he pulls out and you fall, his cum bubbling out of you.

   He picks you up and kisses you, licking the bite mark on your shoulder until it stops bleeding.

   “It’s nice to meet you,” you moan and he starts laughing as you giggle and kiss his cheek.