Alternate Title; Meeting a Mershark Pair.

Seems to be going rather well, for the mersharks, anyway. Shall we explore the few moments immediately before and following this?

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It was late morning, the sun casting its' warming gaze upon the bright blue, mostly cloudless sky. Off in the distance, those same clouds were being whisked around by the ocean breeze, off to bother some continent or other. Below the waves, the denizens enjoyed the rising warmth as colorful fish glittered in the refracted light. Eyes scanning the seascape, and spontaneously rolling just because he felt like it, a mershark swam closer to an outcropping of beautiful coral, the nearby schools of comparatively tiny fish scattering from his lazily outstretched hand.

Hank kept on swimming, far more interested in his eventual destination than the usual reaction he provoked from the wildlife. Coasting between two rock outcrops, one of which was teeming with ruby coral, he spotted a familiar young Divewing. A water dragon, perhaps the size of a large warhorse, she was still smaller than him as she darted up to him. Wings meant for plying the sky tucked to her sides and forelegs held close, she playfully corkscrewed around him a few times as he passed. Though capable of conversing with her above and below the waves with ease, he gave her an apologetic smile as he touched her shoulder. She smiled back, in such a way as to imply she would inquire again later, and leisurely corkscrewed away, toward a pod of whales in the distance.

A short minute later and his destination was in sight. A large undersea outcrop of rock with a shelf that wrapped halfway around it a third from the summit. Closing on the shelf, a wordless melody gave him pause. Shifting up to the rock, careful to keep it between him and the source, he briefly listened, but before he could dare to peek, it stopped and he froze. A split second later, he heard water swish as the source likely swam away. A shame, whoever it was had a nice tune. Pushing off the side of the rock, he eased around onto the shelf -

A mermaid gasped at his arrival, startling him. Blinking once, he glanced over the woman head to tail. Though slightly bigger than the average human, she wasn't even the length of his arm. She looked sleek, healthy, and decidedly concerned about the large mershark that had just appeared before her. His eyes lingered briefly on her glistening scales, and the display of her bosom, before he met her gaze. Worried she might flee, he dared not move, or even to retreat.

"Hello." He greeted, his tone far more nervous than he had intended. "Uhmm... That was a nice melody."

"T-thank you." She stammered slightly, a fraction of color returning to her face. The silence following her reply slowly stretched for an awkward couple minutes.

"So... What are you doing this far out here?" Hank inquired with a steadier tone.

"A friend wanted to introduce me to someone here, but uh..." The mermaid trailed off, and dared to break eye contact to glance a couple different directions, before huffing. When she met Hank's gaze again, much of the tension in her body was gone, though she still looked nervous. Another silence ensued, this one markedly less awkward as Hank relaxed and let his eyes wander across her frame, around the curvature of her breasts and to settle on the lips of her vulva. "I'm Leyla."

"Hmmm? Oh. Hank." He replied, attention snapping back to her face in time to catch the blush and the way she purposefully glanced at his twins. Briefly looking down himself and feeling a warmth in his abdomen, an idea struck him. "I feel I should tell you... Another mershark will be here soon."

"Oh. Then I should... Probably go..." Leyla mumbled, breaking eye contact and starting to swim away. Though he surged after her and she gasped in alarm, Hank was very gentle as he got his hands around her torso. She squirmed uselessly for a few seconds, before looking up at him, her body trembling as he brought the mermaid closer.

"Care to help me surprise my girlfriend with an extra hefty load?" Hank sensually inquired as he shifted the mermaid toward his twins. Quickly moving a hand to raise his left cock, he slid his other hand up under her neck, and pressed her against the tip.

"Wait, Girlfrmmm?!" Was all Leyla managed, before her head was engulfed. Hank sucked a breath and quickly moved to pin her arms to her sides as she resumed struggling. It took a couple thrusts to get his flesh to stretch with her presence as her shoulders popped in. She beat the water with her tail, twisting and writhing, but as her breasts slipped into his swelling cock, her efforts only served to force her deeper. Grunting in pleasure, Hank let go of her as he hit a partial orgasm, his flesh briefly flaring as it tried to swallow the mermaid. The lump denoting her head quickly met the base of his length, and shortly after, he could feel it as the crown of her head breached into his sack. One more partial surge made her little more than a fish tail sticking out of his bulging dick. Both claspers throbbing with his heated pulse, feeling his balls quivering and overflowing with cum, Hank loudly exhaled his pleasure, and the mermaid's squirming instantly ceased. She seemed to realize her efforts were only helping him. After taking a couple deep breaths, he looked down with a warm smile, and very gently massaged her deeper into his cock. Her tail still gave little kicks, and he could feel his flesh vibrating to her muffled beyond comprehension voice, but those only served to further pleasure him. Some seconds later, as her hips finally connected with the base of his shaft, and with more of her shifting around in his sack, he let out a long sigh...

"Hank?" A new, immediately familiar voice called, and he turned to look.

"Hi Scarlette." He replied, somewhat wispily as the female mershark swam up to him. The instant she caught sight of the tail fin sticking out of his cock her eyebrows shot up. She opened her mouth as if to comment on it, but seemed to think better of the first few phrases that came to her mind, and instead smiled with a healthy blush. Leaning closer, she traced a hand along the underside of his bulging left dick, before reaching to sensually rub the tip of the other one.

"Do you want someplace to put that?" Scarlette breathed provocatively as Hank released another breath, delighted by her touch. The subtle turn of his head toward her was enough of an answer, and she brought the tip of his right cock to her cleft, a tiny moan leaving her lips as it slid into her. When it nuzzled her cervix, she began to withdraw, before slipping back onto his length. Slowly she increased the tempo, her eyes drifting closed with bliss. With neither knowing how long it took, Scarlette eventually gave one last thrust onto him and hit her orgasm as his dick pushed through into her womb and anchored within. Hank let out a ecstatic gasp with her as his balls clenched, his right cock flaring, relaxing, and flaring again as a torrent of cum geysered forth. After another surge, Scarlette took a breath and slowly exhaled. "Hank?"

"Unnfff." Was his gutteral acknowledgement as his flesh peaked a third stream through his right cock, his left flexing to try and swallow.

"Have you seen a mermaid around?" Scarlette inquired, her eyes still closed. Hank's eyes shot open as his flesh clenched again, his left cock finally gulping down the tail and deflating as the mermaid fully entered his sack. "She's my friend, Leyla, and I wanted you to meet her."

"Uhhh - nnnff!" Hank grunted, feeling his sack clench and the mermaid shift into the base of his right cock. "We've met." He quickly admitted. "Aahh! She's about to be - Rrnnff! - Your pup!" He managed, voice becoming more strained as his eyes rolled up and his body gave an orgasmic jerk. "Unnnnggfffff!" He exhaled, his right cock bulging with overwhelming pleasure. A bulge that briefly stopped as the 'head' spread her vulva wide and the 'shoulders' collided with the lips, sending her into another orgasm. She barely had enough time to glance down before Hank's body clenched again, the lump delving into her silken flesh. Even with her vagina clenching hard on what felt like three orgasms in a half second, Scarlette still felt the brief impact in her womb, followed immediately by a thick spray of pent up cum. After that, Hank's cock gave one last sputter before releasing the anchor and letting her drift away, whole body limp with pleasure.

When they finally had their thoughts again, they found themselves on the shelf of the rock, with the water dragon patrolling nearby. Wearily collecting himself, Hank looked over at Scarlette, and saw she was absolutely radiant as she caressed her lightly wriggling belly.

"Uhmm..." He began.

"Sshhh... Don't apologize." Scarlette smiled happily at him, before looking down and gritting her teeth. Hank could only blink and wonder as he watched her. After a short moment of clearly pushing, he saw her vulva bulge slightly before parting around Leyla's head. When the mermaid's face and mouth were exposed, Scarlette stopped, the happy smile returning as she met Leyla's gaze.

"Scarlette." Leyla exhaled. "You could've saved me some panic, had you shown up." She jabbed, causing Scarlette to chuckle, and clench, resulting in her vagina 'swallowing' the mermaid back into her silken folds.

"Whoops." Scarlette chuckled, before taking a breath and repeating the process of exposing the mermaid. This time she gave Leyla an apologetic smile as the mermaid, careful not to move her head too much, glanced over at Hank, before looking back at Scarlette.

"What if your boyfriend had decided to eat me?" Leyla calmly inquired.

"I would've stopped him." Scarlette spoke reassuringly. "I was here since before you started your melody. And I also conspired with our Divewing friend over there, just in case someone else showed up." Some seconds passed, but Leyla's only reaction was to slowly cycle a breath, like that knowledge made everything worse. "I like how this turned out."

"I'll admit, even with all his fluid, it's very cozy in here..." Leyla trailed off with a soft huff and a slight wriggle.

"Careful. Don't make me send you to your womb..." Scarlette smiled at the pleasant tickle the mermaid's motion induced.

"But I'd like you to let me out." Leyla continued, a tiny smile finally breaking through her stoic expression. "I wanna go again!" She eagerly exclaimed, causing Scarlette to briefly laugh, the mermaid again vanishing beneath her flesh with a schllp.

"She isn't the only one..." Hank sensually whispered, earning a warm smile from Scarlette as he moved to snuggle and she gave her shifting belly a tender rub.

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Another... Not-quite-average sketch of mine. (Yes, I'm always hard on myself. Just look at some of the beautiful works others upload here. But, I am slowly, surely, getting better, perhaps some of my more recent drawings will show that, when I find the confidence to upload them. I still struggle with basic human-like hands and feet)

Although not originally meant for it... Sharkweek, everyone.

As always, thank you for viewing \ reading, and tell me what you think...

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