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Quinn wasn't entirely sure who had initiated what, but suddenly her cool lips were crushing his and her tongue was in his mouth. That, right there, that was his favorite thing about sharks. Her cold blood meant not only was every part of her, inside and out, delightfully cool to the touch, but her natural instinct drove her to seek out sources of heat. Like him.

She pulled away and he pulled his tongue back into his own mouth, finding himself oddly turned on by the loose string of saliva between their bottom lips.

"Damn, I was happy sleeping on the couch, but if we're gonna be like this..." she panted, her breath shaking. He gave a breathless chuckle.

"And suddenly, I'm happy I only have the one bedroom," he said, grinning. She laughed, then pulled off her top and started toward the bedroom, letting him have just a glimpse at her definitely above-average tits.

"Fishnets?" he said as she pulled off the thin stockings. "That supposed to be a pun?"

"Hah!" she chuckled. "You'll need more than a net to catch this fish."

"There's a joke I could make about a fishing rod," he growled playfully, sweeping up behind her and prodding her thigh with his growing bulge. "But I'm a bigger man than that."

She laughed and yanked her shorts down, kicking them off, and he took in the sight of her cheeks, plump and round, nestled at the base of her tail. Somehow, it didn't surprise him she chose not to wear underwear. She turned around and his eyes widened. Her skin was a backdrop of blue-gray and pale white, a canvas of elaborate tattoos. A pattern of foamy waves and an orange surfboard just like the one behind the couch stood out on her left shoulder, while a spiraling purple DNA helix marked her right. There were others, symbols and song lyrics displayed down her legs, across her midriff, but his eyes kept going back to her chest; she had a perfect pair, and he saw the pink between her legs.

"Well?" she said, eyebrows rising expectantly. "Let's see what'cha got, wolfy."

He smiled and pulled his shirt off over his head, blinded for a moment by the fabric, and when it was gone and he'd tossed the shirt aside, he saw her grinning. A soft blush turned her blue cheeks slightly purple and she let out a slow breath, her eyes fixed on his abs.

"Hot damn," she breathed. "I'm not gonna say I support unrealistic standards for men, but damn that's nice. Hurry up and get the pants off, get to the good part."

He laughed and went for the button, undid it, and almost caught the zipper in the fabric of his boxers, but finally managed to push the shorts down and off, the boxers beneath going with them. His length sprang free, hard and ready. Her face was the best part.

"You like?" he asked, stepping out of the pants.

"Ohh God, yeah," she groaned, her eyes locked on it. Her tongue traced her lips.

He stepped forward, and she fell back onto his bed, ruffling the blue bedsheets, and all he could think was, There's a naked shark on my bed.

Her tail curled around and she gave him that grin again, stroking her flukes.

"So, why sharks?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"You heard me," she said, sharp teeth flashing. "Billions of species out there. Why's it sharks that get your 'fishing rod' up?"

"Ugh, please tell me that joke's not gonna stick," he sighed. "As to your question..."

He put his knees up on the bed and crawled overtop of her. Her eyes were wide, his fur inches from her skin.

"It's a lot of things... but mostly it's the cold," he said in a low tone. His hand moved down her side, pawpads feeling her smooth contours, her cool body, and she moaned softly. "I don't know why, but it's always been..." He breathed in her scent. "... intoxicating."

His hand cupped her butt, finding it a nice combination of firm and fatty. Then that hand moved on.

"Then there's the tail," he crooned, stroking it, eliciting a groan from the shark as she arched her back. "All muscle and raw power... So sexy. It's so different from the fluff my people get."

"Mmm, hey, nothin' wrong with fluff," she said, reaching up and taking his tail and stroking it.

"And these big, wide flukes," he continued, reaching the end of her tail. "I had a girl use these to slap my ass once."

Her eyes darted away from his tail, meeting his, sparkling with sudden interest.

"Really?" she murmured.

"Mm-hmm," he said. "These things work damn fine as a paddle."

"Shit, I've been around, but I hadn't heard that one before," she mused. "We'll have to try that later."

"What, 'cuz we're so busy now?" he teased. She laughed.

"Yeah, you are!" she said, smacking his shoulder playfully. "Or was that it? The whole reason you like sharks is the cold blood and the tail?"

He paused and this time her hand pushed harder against his shoulder, shoving him over as she rolled on top of him.

"How much d'you really know about my kind?" she purred, looking down at him, the weight of her in his lap.

"Well," he started, running his hands down her sides again, "I know you've got a layer of scales, for protection and hydrodynamics."

"Mmm-hmm," she purred. "That's why we're smooth and velvety when you rub the right way, but all bumpy in the other direction."

Sure enough, he ran his hands up her sides and felt the rows of tiny points under his pads.

"They're made of dentin," she said, and his ears perked curiously. "Same stuff teeth's made of."

She tapped a fingernail against a pointed tooth.

"Really?" he mused.

"Yup," she said. "Our feral cousins out in the oceans have bigger scales, makes 'em feel like sandpaper when you move the wrong way."

"Huh."

"Also..."

And she leaned down over top of him, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled a long, deep breath.

"We've got you beat on smell," she said with a smirk. He blinked, caught off guard. "You wolves might think you're all that with your hunting instinct, your cute little noses helping you track down your prey..." He scowled, his nose wrinkling. "... but a shark can catch a single drop of blood from miles."

She pressed her nose into his neck and took another lungful of his scent, then exhaled her cool breath against his neck, making him moan as it blew through his fur.

"Then..." she continued, sitting up again, and her hands moved up his chest, pushing up the fur over his pecks, making him shiver as her cold palms brushed his nipples. "... something else we adopted from our feral counterparts still swimming around the oceans... the electricity. We sharks can sense it, almost smell it..."

She leaned down again and brought her face to his chest.

"Taste it..." she whispered, pressing her tongue between his pecs and licking. He groaned, his head going back and hitting the pillow. Her tongue was thick and cool and wet, a firm yet fully prehensile muscle. His fur was matted when she pulled away and he looked up, meeting her eyes.

"Yeah," he gasped, "I knew that." He panted softly for a moment, then breathed, "What's it like?"

She glanced off, thinking.

"It's definitely more intense in the city," she mused, sighing as she lay down on top of him idly. Her cool weight pressed down on him and he groaned gently. Her stomach was right over his length and he was suddenly very aware of the single stud piercing right in her belly button.

"Oh, I didn't even think about that," he said. "All the electronics and shit around?"

"It takes some adjusting," she said, smiling to herself as she idly tweaked one of his nipples between thumb and forefinger, making him grunt. "But it's no worse than getting used to the sounds or the dirty city smell. Just a part of city livin'."

Her head dipped down and her lips clasped over his right nipple, thumb and forefinger still toying with the left.

"Ahh, fuck!" he groaned, his back arching.

"Nnfff, it gets more intense when you're turned on," she sighed, nuzzling his chest. "Your heart goes nuts and I can sense your pulse without even touching you."

His hands ran through her hair, one sliding down to the back of her neck.

"That's fuckin' hot," he sighed.

"Hell yeah it is," she said.

She pushed up off of him and his hand slid around to the side of her neck, where he felt three familiar slits.

"Ah!" she gasped sharply, pulling back.

"Sorry," he said. "Sensitive gills, I know."

He smirked and returned his hand to her neck, carefully placing three fingers between the long openings.

"I also happen to know they're sensitive enough to double as erogenous zones," he growled, staring into her eyes. She failed to suppress a whimper, looking like she was ready to melt.

"Goddamn, you're waaarm," she moaned, leaning into his touch. She shifted ever so slightly, moving her nose millimeters from his. "That's why I like wolves. The warmth... the fur... but also..."

She shifted, sitting up, and he gave a long moan as she made a point of grinding her pelvis into his with just enough pressure to massage his shaft.

"There's one specific thing I llllove," she crooned, rolling her tongue against the roof of her mouth. He moaned again as her cool, smooth, wet pussy moved along the underside of his hard cock. It was a powerful combination, the stark contrast of her chill, her soft skin, her wetness, all on one side, and on the other, her weight pressed his throbbing wolfhood into his stomach, up against his warm fur.

"What's that?" he gasped.

She looked down on him and there was that wide, brilliant grin, those rows of razor sharp teeth meshed together in a wicked smile. Something gleamed behind those eyes.

"The knot," she growled. Suddenly, her hips shifted back and her soaking wet entrance pressed down on that bulge. He made a sound he didn't intend, something somewhere between a grunt and a whimper. "Wolf bitches got lucky gettin' to be bred by that thing. Fucking mammals."

She lifted her hips and reached down, her cool fingers closing around his shaft, stroking firmly down to the base. He groaned and his hips bucked, desperate for penetration.

"The warmth is great," she crooned, stroking up, her grip still firm. "The fur is nice... but at the end, when we're all done and you blow your load deeeeep inside me, this glorious little tweak of evolution keeps you there, keeps us locked together and makes sure every last little drop of you stays up there."

Her free hand planted in the middle of his abs, pushing his hips down, pinning him there. She paused, seeming to savor the power she had over him. Then she lowered herself gingerly, and nestled the tip between her plush lips, their cool softness parting and embracing him. She glanced up and met his eyes, and he begged her with his.

She dropped. He clenched his teeth and growled as her butt planted in his lap, her slick, cool insides squeezing around him. At the same time as his growl, she hissed, "Oh, fuck!"

Her head tilted forward as she gasped sharply, her breath catching in her throat.

"Warm..." she whimpered, then gasped, "So good."

Her hands went to his sides and she started to lift and drop, moving in a smooth, steady rhythm. Her hips rolled like waves as she rode him, up and down. Her tits bounced with each drop, and he couldn't resist reaching up and palming them. She bit her lip and moaned, but didn't stop. Her tail lashed behind her, flukes swishing the air. She moaned again as he began to squeeze and knead her chest, before she leaned down, still grinding her hips, and took the same nipple between two fingers, sucking on the other with an eager moan.

"Ahh!" he groaned, putting a hand on the back of her head, pulling her into his chest and ruffling her hair, the other hand moving to her upper back.

"Mmm,~" she crooned, her lips working harder, her nose pressed to his chest. He moved his hands to grab her butt, squeezing firmly, and she broke her clasp on his nipple with an "Ah!"

He shifted his knees and started to pound up into her, making her gasp again, bracing against his chest for support. She was starting to lose herself to the pleasure. He could see it in her eyes.

"Ya know what I think?" he growled, and her eyes refocused, training on him with uncertainty.

"W-what?" she stammered as he thrust.

"I think..." He punctuated the pause with a harder thrust and she moaned as her eyes rolled back. "... you like wolves 'cuz we're predators, just like you. Part of you likes being hunted."

He felt her clench around him, but she pushed up and leaned back, her back arching almost like a cat's. Her tail lashed, and when she opened her eyes, they fixed on him with a brand new, much deeper intensity. His thrusts halted as she sat firmly, pinning his hips.

"That's what you think, wolfy?" she growled. She reached back and took his legs, bending them up. His eyes widened and his heart skipped—something he knew now she could sense.

A sudden blur of movement from behind her and a whoosh of air was the only warning he got before there was a loud whap and a stinging pain all over his ass. He moaned loudly, arching his back up off the mattress.

"Who's in charge?" she growled between her sharp teeth. He didn't have a chance to do more than take in a breath, intending to answer, but it was wasted on another moan as her flukes spanked him a second time.

"Who?" she demanded, her tail lifting up behind her.

"Y-you!" he blurted. "You're in charge!"

Her tail came down anyway, but he'd seen it coming, and he relished the pain as she relished his moan. He felt her clench around his length, smiling down at him. She leaned down to his chest, two hands coming up to play with each of his nipples as her breath ghosted over his fur. Her tongue came out and moved up his chest, leaving a cool trail of saliva.

"Mmm," she hummed as she licked, then cupped his chin and looked into his eyes. "And which of us is the apex predator here?"

Her tail lifted and he flinched, but it didn't come down.

"You are, sharky," he huffed.

Her tail lowered slowly and this time the cool flanks gently stroked his stinging buttocks. She reached up and ruffled his head fur.

"Thaaat's what I like to hear," she crooned. Her lips pressed against his and her tongue slipped into his mouth, playing with his while her silky smooth walls gripped and squeezed his cock. He moaned as her thick, firm tongue moved along the roof of his mouth and all of her was so cool and smooth. Her tongue pulled back.

She started to ride him again and he lay back, head tilting up. Her wide flukes stroked his ass, almost cupping him with her tail, and he looked at her.

"You want another?" she asked. He nodded and she gave a grunt as her tail came down with another loud slap.

"Another?" He nodded again. Slap.

Her tail raised again, but he held up a hand.

"That's enough," he panted.

Her flukes curled down to massage him again.

"Had enough, wolfy?" she purred. "Just as well, my tail's gonna be sore."

"Your tail?" he scoffed.

They both laughed for a moment, and then she kept going. She let him play with her tits for a bit, no doubt enjoying the warmth of his pawpads by the sounds she made, then she bent over and went for his nipples.

"Whooof, gonna cum soon, wolfy," she huffed.

"God, yeah, me too," he groaned.

"Fuck," she whined, sitting back and starting to ride him harder. "Yeah... fuck, fuck... Gimme that load, wolfy. Gimme that knot!"

She landed, sitting her whole weight down on him, but his hips pushed up anyway, shoving himself into her depths, shaft, knot, and all. He went rigid as a board and she clamped down, milking his shaft of seed and warmth as they both groaned with ecstasy.

She tilted forward, lying over top of him with a moan of release, and nuzzled deep into the fur of his neck. She was light enough that he didn't mind having her on top of him, so they lay there like that for a bit, then he rolled her to the side, shifting to a more comfortable position.

"Mm, no no no," she protested, laughing and pushing off of the mattress to roll them in the opposite direction. "Scoot. I'm sleeping over here where you've left all this warmth."

He laughed and slid to the other side, then reached down and pulled the sheets up over them both.