The Shark and the Pool v1.01
Tags: Charsi, Frank, sharkgirl x orc, cuteanon OCs, blowjob, vaginal, excessive semen, vanilla



	“Ahack-aguk-ahak-ahuuck!”
	“Oh, sorry about that, darling,” Heather chuckled, patting the violently coughing sharkgirl on the shoulder with the tip of her tail as the thick, almost suffocating, yet strangely sensual, somehow enticing fumes of cigarette smoke curled in the neon purple-tinted air of the bar. A jolly ragtime tune was being played on the speakers, in keeping with the retro atmosphere of the would-be saloon.
	“Got a – hack – mouthful of it, there,” dark-haired Charsi mumbled around watering eyes and a burning throat. She had on a white tank top, a hoodie, and comfortable shorts. “Are all planetside bars like this?”
	“Well, most of ‘em, sure,” the olive-skinned lamia replied, leaning back to take a swig from her mug of frothy beer. She was wearing a hot pink tube top that accentuated her curves quite nicely, and a snug-fitting black skirt made of memory fabric designed to part and reattach at her touch – a popular luxury item for lamias. “I mean, all these crewmen can’t smoke on their ships or stations, so anyone with a craving for nicotine is stuck on patches ‘til they make landfall. Poor Frank is a member of that club.”
	Charsi glanced over at the other end of the counter, blinking her pitch-black eyes rapidly to clear up her vision. Sitting alone, the orc in his mid-thirties stared into his glass of bourbon and puffed on the cigarette between his fingers. “He seems kinda lonely,” she observed.
	“Yeah, he can be, from time to time, no matter how many people are around him,” Heather said, giving a bittersweet smile and looking down at her own beverage. “He gets like that whenever he starts reminiscing. Y’know, about his days in CorpSec.”
	“He served?”
	“Yup. Three terms – nine years. Saw the start and end of the little war on Remus.”
	“Holy shit. I had no idea!” the sharkgirl gasped. 
	“Yeah. He’s not the type of guy to advertise it, y’know? Never really opens up about it, even with Harp.”
	Charsi leaned on the counter on her elbows, letting out another small cough, staring up at the neon signs on the wall that flickered on and off on a timed sequence. “I guess that’s why he gets real quiet on the Bird’s controls…”
	“Nah, he just relaxes a lot whenever he’s flying. Nothing to do with his soldier days, I don’t think,” Heather chuckled. “He calls it his ‘zen place’. He’s big on guy things like that.”
	“Oh,” the skinny girl said, nodding her head as puzzle pieces in her mind fell into place. She sipped at her martini and glanced back at Frank thoughtfully. Then she suddenly turned back with a creased brow to the lounging lamia. “Hey, what do you think the others are up to?”
	“Pffft. Who knows? Probably something really boring.”




	“Okcaw, remove the cawver,” Harper said over the radio. Cassava, the beautiful and elfin young man, carefully pried the plastic cover off of the device before him, a bead of sweat rolling down his nose, which a blue tentacle wiped away with a small napkin. He reached up to grip the mouthpiece of his headset.
	“D-done. I hope you know what you’re doing, Harp… Wish you could be texting me right now…”
	“I’m sorry for losing my comm lenses in the water, okcaw?! All you need to caw is cut the – caw caw caw caw caw!” she said, but just as she started to explain which color wire should be cut with his pliers, she seemed to be overcome with a fit of cawing. 
	“Harp! Focus! Bomb! Defuse! Now!” Cassava yelled into his microphone. 
	“Caw caw – you gawt to cut thaw – caw caw caw!”
	“Harp! I can’t bloody understand you, you daft bird-lady! This right now is really very much so not the time for speech impediments! Only a minute left! Fifty-five!”
	“Caw caw caw – crzzzw – aw- brrrrrtzz – ed – don’t cut – ssssszzzzzt – brzzzzzzz!” went the radio, as sudden interference tore apart whatever instructions Harper had. 
	“Harp? Harp? No. No no. No no no no no. No! No! No! No!” the blonde man shouted, but it was to no avail. He looked at the tangled mass of wires and circuits and the digital timer counting down to zero. The pliers trembled in his fingers. 
	“Exciting!” Cnidaria said beside him, ever cheerful and helpful.
	“Stay calm, Cassava! Cnid! Do you know anything about disarming bombs?!” he screamed, moving the sharp end of the tool from one colored wire to the other at random, unwilling to slice any. 
	“Nope!”
	“Do you know how to fix a radio?!”
	“Nnnope!”
	“OHWEAREGOINGTODIE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”




	“Yeah, probably super boring,” Heather repeated after a moment’s silence, rotating herself around on the barstool to face outward and watch the various patrons chatting over cold pints. She had another swig of her beer and glanced over at the sharkgirl who had fallen quiet for some reason, wandering around in her own head the same way Frank was. 
	Charsi was suddenly keenly aware of something warm and soft pressing into her arm, and glanced over to see the lamia leaning in dangerously close with a smile on her face. Her beautiful lips were only a few inches away – her ample breasts were being smushed into Charsi’s arm – oh she wasn’t wearing a bra - and a nervous blush came to the sharkgirl’s blue-grey cheeks as she gaped in surprise. 
	“So, you gonna ask him out, or what?”
	“What? Who?” the sharkgirl mumbled awkwardly. 
	“Frank.”
	“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, avoiding eye contact with Heather. 
	“Come on, girl, I’ve caught you staring at that fine piece of hunk with the goo-gooiest goo-goo eyes. You gots the hots for him big time. You want his big orc pork bork in your belle chose, all night long. You’re an older men kind of gal, ain’tcha?” the olive-skinned lamia grinned, her own cheeks red, but not from embarrassment. 
	“You’re drunk!”
	“Not even enough to slither my big, fat, sexy tail over there and tell him to give it to ya gently. But gimme a few more pints, and maybe I will be!”
	“You wouldn’t!”
	“Girl, you wanna bet? I’ve straight up told him to meet me back at the Bird for a little tsk-tsk oomph-oomph, know what I’m saying? And I’ve told him all sorts of scandalous things about the others before. I ain’t afraid to talk dirt with Frank. Question is, whaddya think he’ll do when he hears that?”
	“I-I don’t know!”
	“He’s gonna come on over here, sling you over his shoulder, carry you back to the Bird, and then make sweet tender love to you. He’s a big sweetie-pie who can’t say no to a cute girl who needs it. He’s a real sucker that way. Seen him do it a million times.” 
	“I-I don’t want that! I want to seduce him myself!” Charsi said hesitantly.
	“You sure? Wouldn’t even be a thing if you just propositioned him.”
	“It’s not about the sex! Heather, can I be… really super honest with you for a sec?”
	“Sure, hun.”
	“First of all, you have… great boobs, but they’re really distracting, could you, like, back off just a little?”
	“Sure, hun,” Heather giggled, leaning back to give the sharkgirl more space. 
	“Okay. So, the thing is, I’m not good at the whole… sex… thing. I mean, not the stuff under the sheets, I think. It’s the getting there that I can’t handle. I really just stumbled into it with Harper. And, uh, yeah, I’m attracted to Frank, but it’s not just because he’s a huge beefy older man. He’s really very sweet and I feel really safe and comfortable around him, and… I’m a bit of an attention whore, so I really enjoy all the focus and care and lessons he gives me as the new crewmember.”
	“Attention whore,” the lamia repeated in a sing-songy tone. 
	“Yeah… anyways, I see this as an opportunity to learn how the normal people do things, since I know Frank is way forgiving, so even when I make mistakes he’ll totally help me learn from them,” Charsi explained. 
	“Girl, if there is even such a thing as ‘normal people,’ our little crew of weirdos sure as heck don’t count for that. And I can assure you there is not some standard pattern to hooking up, or, shit, even a set of reliable guidelines. A booty call is gonna be just as awkward and goofy sounding with anyone in the galaxy as it is going to with us. So you march your cute little sharkie patootie over there and shake it at him, or tear off your shirt, or hop on him and start macking on him hard, or some combination of all three things that I’m not lucid enough to imagine at the moment, because if you don’t, I swear on Harp’s amazing avian ass I’m gonna drag you into the nearest janitor’s closet I can find and finger fuck some confidence into you, whether you like it or not!” Heather said, puffing out her considerable chest with pride at her brazen words as she finished off her beer, slammed it back down on the counter, and flagged down the barkeep for another.
	“You are really really drunk,” the sharkgirl pointed out. “Maybe you should stop, and go on back to the Bird for the night…”
	“Heck nah, I’m just gettin’ started, girl! You ain’t seen even close to what a genetically engineered half-snake woman with a chip on her shoulder and a set of prosthetic arms can down before going under.”
	“But-“
	“No buts, unless you mean butts, in which case I’ll make an exception. You have until I finish this brew to go talk to Frank before I do something that will be super embarrassing for you.”
	“O-okay,” Charsi said, suddenly downing the rest of her drink in one big gulp, lingering there for a moment as she nervously chewed on the glass before catching herself and stopping. She hopped off her stool, then immediately turned right back to Heather with an open mouth of utter uncertainty. “What do I say?”
	“Ahh, who cares? Just think of a dumb penis metaphor and talk to him about it suggestively. He’ll figure it out.”
	“Alright…” Charsi said, resisting the urge to chew on her fingernails as she forced her legs to carry her over to the pensive orc. The moment her thoughts began to wander, she was already gnawing on her nails, and she realized almost too late that she was doing it, but managed to wrench her fingers away and hide them behind her back awkwardly when Frank glanced over at her approach. 
	“What’s up?” he asked gruffly.
	“Ah, uh, you know,” Charsi mumbled, pausing to try to think of the perfect innuendo. Nothing came to mind, so she stood there with slouched shoulders, gnashing her teeth at the air as she struggled to work her frozen solid mental gears. She glanced around the room, looking for something to draw inspiration from – and saw, in the far corner, a billiards table. A few ideas came to mind – ‘hey stud, let me play with your cue stick’, ‘I’d really like to knock your cue balls together if you know what I mean’, ‘wanna try to land some balls in my corner pocket?’ - but trying to actually move her mouth to speak any of them was proving difficult, because just the thought of saying any of them was downright mortifying, no matter how tipsy she might have been.
	“Need something?” Frank asked patiently, sipping at his drink. 
	 “H-hey, you wanna play pool?!” the sharkgirl spat out, much louder than she meant to. The green orc raised an eyebrow in perplexity for a moment.
	“Uh, sure. That sounds great,” he said, shrugging and nodding. “Do you normally get all shaky when you drink?” 
	“Only sometimes!” Charsi giggled nervously, stealing a quick look back at Heather, who just raised a supportive thumbs-up and chugged away at her beer. She would have no real back up from the lamia, it was clear. Her sinking hopes and dreams carried her as if through a bad dream she couldn’t wake up from. Charsi trudged over to the back of the room and looked at the svelte green surface of the billiards table in a vacant gaze of total defeat. 
	Frank handing her a long wooden cue snapped her out of her daze, and she watched him grab a triangle rack and a diamond rack, holding them up inquisitively. “Which game do you wanna play? Eight-ball? Nine-ball?” he asked. 
	“I… I have no idea what either of those are,” she admitted despondently. 
	“Huh? Have you played pool before?” he asked. 
	“Not really, I mean, I’ve knocked balls around for fun on my own before, but I don’t know the rules of any games or anything like that.”
	“Doesn’t take much to learn,” he chuckled. “There’s probably as many pool games and variations on them as there are stars in the sky these days, but eight-ball is the most popular one around here, so let’s do that.”
	“Alright,” Charsi mumbled. “How does it work?”
	“Well, you get fifteen balls, seven solid colored ones, seven striped ones, and the pure black eight ball, and you arrange them in a triangle on one end of the table, like so…” Frank began to explain. She did her best to pay attention, but she nonetheless began to wander in her thoughts, nodding occasionally to give the impression she was still listening. He made a powerful break shot to demonstrate how they typically worked, and her pupils traced the energetic routes of all the scattering balls bouncing back and forth around the green. 
	“Why don’t you try it now?” Frank asked, gathering up all the balls and re-racking them. “Breaking is pretty important, so you’ll want to get a good handle on it.” 
	The sharkgirl scratched at the sleeve of her blue hoodie awkwardly, then quietly walked around to the appropriate side of the table and glanced at the cue ball that he set out for her. Leaning over to try to get a better look at the trajectory she needed, she carefully aligned the tip of the cue to the white ball and hit it as hard as she could, but to her surprise, the ball went spinning away into a corner pocket, not even striking the mass of balls to perform the break. Frank laughed loudly, putting the cue ball back, and she sighed, hanging her head dejectedly.
	Charsi did not expect to suddenly get engulfed by strong warmth from behind, and for Frank’s rugged face to appear inches beside hers. He was leaning over her, grabbing her shooting arm, and adjusting it carefully. “So, the first and most important thing to learn for shooting is not to use your entire arm. It’s much harder to aim the cue accurately, the more muscles you’re using to move it. Angle your arm so that you can hold your shoulder and upper arm in place and just loosely swing your elbow back and forth without any interference, like a lever,” he said helpfully.
	She was listening now. She became keenly aware of just how close he was, how huge he was compared to her, how warm his chest felt against her back, his masculine scent, the smell of a strong man who had put in a long day’s work and had himself a few drinks. An awkward flush spilled across her face, and she quietly tried to comply with his instructions without letting her nerves show. “Uhh, like this?”
	“Yeah,” he nodded, grabbing her forearm and swinging it forward and back to test the position. “You won’t have as much power using just your elbow, but for now you don’t need any more strength than that, even for breaking. Focus on your precision before anything else. Now, try to make every stroke so that the tip hits the center of the ball – that’s how you get a clean, straight shot. Hitting it on the top, bottom, or the sides will produce different results that you can learn to use, but they take a lot more practice to master.” His hand ran over hers, testing her grip. He pulled her hand backwards to a more optimal position. His skin against her flesh, his arms and body all around her, adjusting her form gently, it was quite pleasantly intimate.
	“Try to keep a looser grip on the cue. If you hold it too tightly, you can cause it to veer left or right midstroke,” Frank explained. “Oh, yeah. Spread your legs.”
	“H-huh?” Charsi babbled, heat burning in her cheeks, and a fuzzy, flittery sensation growing between her thighs as well.
	“To strengthen your position. You want good balance and firm footing when you’re shooting.”
	“Ah,” she breathed, but the act of spreading her legs out with him so close made her heart pound vivaciously. It was such a small leap to imagine them with their clothes off, him running his hands over her legs and back and chest and planting kisses on the nape of her neck, and saying those same words, and then taking her with unbridled lust. It made her wish that was actually what had happened. 
	“Hm, you’re still a little wobbly, maybe a little more?” he suggested, glancing down to check. Alarm bells went off in her head. Just hearing that made her even hornier, and the tempting urges were quickly overriding her sense of public decency. 
	“Sure, alright,” Charsi giggled nervously, spreading her thighs out as sensually as she could manage, and pushing her taut rear back, finding the warmth of his pelvis. He paused for a second, but seemed to disregard it.
	“Right, why don’t you try making a stroke now?” Frank suggested. Her dirty mind processed what he said, but all she could think about was sex, and the combination of alcohol and sheer pent-up arousal gave her the idea to do something she would never have had the courage to do otherwise. She slowly rubbed her rump back and forth over his pants, grinding over what was unmistakably his package in overtly sexual circles. The orc froze in place, now his turn to widen his eyes in surprise. He glanced at her, and she glanced at him.
	“Uhhh,” he said, unsure of what to say, but her insistent grinding against him produced a very clearly favorable hardness against her firm butt that she continued to coax and tease, with the seductive eyes of a temptress staring into his. As a man, it was not hard for him to figure out what he should do. “You… wanna head back to the Bird early?” he asked, reciprocating her grinding with a bit of his own. 
	“Hell yeah,” Charsi breathed, her lips lingering open as her chest rose and fell at increasing tempo in the heat of her seduction, practically ready for sex right then and there. The nascent game of billiards was immediately forgotten. As Frank separated from her and gently grabbed her hand to lead her out of the bar, she had a bit of drunken introspection and realized that it was all so simple, so easy, that she should never have really struggled with propositioning anyone ever – all it took was a little close contact to get a guy hot and bothered, even if she was a bit self-conscious about her image. That was mostly drunken bravado speaking, and maybe she would be back to being an anxious wreck when she was sober, but for the moment, she felt glee and satisfaction. 
	Frank waved at Heather across the room before he dragged Charsi out of the door and into the warm night air. The lamia raised her mug in reply and winked at him, full of good cheer. Then she tapped a button built into her comm tiara, and a digital interface appeared in her vision, allowing her to check on the status of her drones back at the ship. With a few button presses in the wrist-mounted control pad on her left arm, she sent a few surveillance drones into both Frank and Charsi’s quarters, positioning them for several different angles of whatever might go on in either room, and knocked back her drink with a few noisy gulps.





	A tense ride on an automated shuttle back to the star port, in which Charsi damn near hopped on Frank’s lap, proved blessedly short, though few words were exchanged between the two, and there was really just awkward silence. Charsi opted to keep her mouth shut rather than risk saying something embarrassing in public, and Frank, reticent on the best of days, probably reckoned he did not have much worth saying. When they shuffled aboard the Bird and closed the loading ramp behind them, Charsi kicked at the floor, feeling much more lucid than she was in the bar, blushing furiously just recalling what she did in the heat of the moment. 
	“…you having second thoughts?” Frank asked sincerely. She jolted in place and turned to face him. 
	“No! No, I mean, uh, it’s just – uh, I, uh, I’m kind of amazed I did that, and a bit ashamed, I mean, I never thought I would do something so… so…”
	“Crazy? Wild?”
	“Well, slutty, and loose, and in public! I mean, that was basically foreplay! I’ve never felt so out of control in my life!”
	“There are dance moves more obscene than that,” he pointed out. “If anyone in there noticed, I don’t think they were going to complain. Besides, you’re a little drunk. It’s not like anyone expects you to act like a saint. Geez, you should see what Heather and Harp get up to when they get smashed. Or me and… Cass,” Frank said, pausing at the last word, as if regretting mentioning it, and immediately shifting around uncomfortably. Fortunately, the sharkgirl seemed too preoccupied with her chagrin to notice the oddity in his speech. 
	“Thanks, Frank. It’s just, I don’t want you to think I do things like that normally! I mean, I really value what you think of me, because you’re such a cool guy, and I want to be a part of this crew, it’s the best thing that’s happened to me, and I don’t want something like this to hurt our professional relationship, like, can you trust someone like me who would do something like that just because I got a little tipsy and horny?” Charsi babbled almost incoherently. The orc blinked at her, then reached out and grabbed her shoulders, staring deep into her eyes.
	“Charsindel. I want you to think about each and every member of this crew, long and hard, and I want you to tell me if you think any of us behave professionally on the best of days,” he said firmly. “Heather is an alcoholic voyeur who loves threesomes and keeps trying to get me and Cass to hook up. Harp goofs around constantly, sings everywhere, and watches movies and soap operas and stuff on her comm lenses while we’re in the middle of work because she thinks no one will notice. Cass is a smart ass who mouths off about everything, constantly complains whenever things go bad, and gives everyone lectures on the virtues of organic foods. Cnidaria is technically very professional because her mind is always on her job, which is keeping us happy, but that doesn’t always mesh well with whatever the mission is. On top of that, we can’t go an hour without at least two of us shacking up like rabbits at any given time. You’re seriously a breath of fresh air on the team, because even if you don’t have technomancer abilities like Harp or a doctorate in exobotany like Cass, you’ve got a head firmly on your shoulders, you learn quick, you have better self-control than all of us, and you never whine about the job. You get the work done. You care. And we can always use care around here.”
	Charsi stared in awe through Frank’s pep talk, her mouth hanging open like a shark. The simple truth was that it had been too long since she had anyone in her life who looked out for her like Frank did. In her still-slightly-buzzed head, his reassuring words went straight to her heart, soothing her on a deeper level than even Cassava’s famous full body massage. With that comfort, her anxieties seemed to bleed away. She leaned in against his broad chest, nuzzling against it softly, while he wrapped his arms around her and clasped her in the coziest embrace she’d ever felt, like being in the arms of a bear. 
	“Frank, I don’t think I can get wetter than this,” she said, keenly aware of how damp and tingly she felt between her legs. Something about the needy tone of her voice, the sensation of her lithe body against his, and her sultry words made his pants bulge stiffly again. The time for words was over. Gently picking her up in a bridal carry, Frank valiantly hefted her to her quarters, gently laying her on her bed. She immediately discarded her hoodie, and he helped her pull her tanktop off, baring her modest, perky breasts to him. He looked at them hungrily, leaning over her and grabbing them in his big, strong hands. She reached up to hold the backs of his hands, her thin fingers stroking his tough skin tenderly.
	“Careful, my skin can be… rough,” Charsi murmured. His response was to squeeze and grope her buds, working them over in a soft rhythm, sending pleasant, fluttery sensations through her chest, so unused as it was to the touch of others.
	“So’s mine,” Frank snorted. “Like, literally genetically engineered to be like leather. Y’know, orc.”
	“Oh, right,” Charsi mumbled, feeling rather less self-conscious. He continued massaging her boobs for a little longer, then leaned back to pull off his shirt and unbuckle his pants. Charsi’s legs, clasped tight together, slowly spread apart as she looked up at him, habitually chewing on a fingernail with bedroom eyes. Her shorts were still on, but, with her thighs widening and her arousal increasing, the bulge of her mound through them seemed unusually obvious as the fabric was pulled tighter across her flesh. This sight was not lost on him as he dropped his trousers to the ground and yanked off his briefs, his member springing up, already stiff.
	She blinked at it in disbelief, an incredulous smile spreading across her face. Maybe she had underestimated what an orc usually packed. The trouser titan jerking upwards by its own strength just above her knees was absolutely beautiful. She had owned a few extra large dildos in her time, and this was definitely a size she had never expected to see any living thing possess. Just seeing it sent slivers of dread up along her spine, but also awed her, and, frankly, turned her on. Frank reached down to her legs and began to pull them further apart with gentle force, and she tugged herself free of his grasp, sitting right in front of him, with his package at chest level. 
	“Uh, before we do the sex, this is actually only my second time seeing a dick in real life, and never one of this… caliber, would you mind if I, er, familiarize myself with it first?” she asked politely.
	“Nah, go ahead,” Frank said nonchalantly, apparently used to hearing things like that from the women he took to bed. 
	“Alright,” Charsi smiled, turning her attention downward to the thing throbbing inches from her chest. At first, she just wanted to savor the sight. It was quite the specimen; extravagantly long, decadently thick, straight and flawless, covered in large purple veins that pumped blood through it with every beat of his lusty heart. It smelled musky and manly, just like she expected it to smell. Beneath the shaft, a duo of heavy testicles rested, almost exaggeratedly large and round. Curiosity led her finger to run along the underside of just one, testing its weight for herself, her tongue gliding over her lips and wetting them. 
	Frank watched with bated breath as she leaned closer and reached her pink muscle to his balls, tasting them, and finding the flavor musky and salty, very strong, but not necessarily something distasteful. Doing it made her feel dirty, in a good way. The pillar of viridian flesh throbbed in response, and she gingerly wrapped her fingers around its base, holding it tight, feeling Frank’s excitement that was all for her, and that knowledge sent a wave of raw heat through her body, concentrating between her thighs, saturating her with longing to be filled.
	Suppressing that urge for the moment, she slowly licked and lathered his testes, closing her eyes and rocking her head back and forth with the wide, lavish strokes of her tongue. She was rewarded with more gleeful pulsing from Frank’s column and a warm tickle of pre that met her fingers at the base. Glancing up at him to see his expression, seeing his features scrunched up in concentration as she lifted one of his balls up with a particularly sensual and prolonged stroke of her muscle, made her feel sexier than anyone in the galaxy. He lowered a hand to the back of her head, ruffling it through her messy hair assuringly as his chest rose and fell with every breath. 
	Spurred onwards, Charsi wrapped her lips around a fat nut, sucking on it noisily in her mouth. He froze up, a thigh twitching from the sensation, but seemingly tense about something. She let go of it and wiped her mouth dry with her free hand before turning her gaze up to see what was bothering him. He chuckled nervously, seemingly reluctant to say what it was.
	“Am I not doing it right?” the sharkgirl asked, her mouth hanging open as she breathed – jagged white teeth plain to see. 
	“Uhhh, no, you’re fine. Great, even. Don’t mind me.”
	“Come on, what is it?”
	“Er, can’t stop thinking about your, uh, habit,” Frank admitted shamefully. Recognition dawned on her.
	“Oh! Oh. Right,” Charsi sighed, casting her eyes down in dismay. It’s not as if she blamed him for it – it was a fairly reasonable concern to have, given her unfortunate tendency to chew things in her hands up by pure reflex if she wasn’t paying attention. It was more daunting than ever that she just couldn’t escape who she was. But a large finger wrapped underneath her chin and lifted her eyes back up to lock with his. 
	“Charsi, could you keep going? I rather like it,” Frank said. “Promise I’ll relax. I trust you.”
	Sometimes, just being told something as simple as that was all the girl needed. She gave him a genuine smile, something only Harper had been able to coax from her until then. Now, more than ever, she wanted to give something back to the big old sweetheart. She pulled his rigid shaft down to her lips, gave the wide tip a quick lick, and tasted his strong precum for herself, finding it surprisingly sweet. It made sense - Frank was always eating fruit. It made it very easy to run her tongue down the length of his cock, slurping up the whole stream of pre. There was so much of it that it almost seemed like he’d already ejaculated. In her horny state of mind, it made her very interested to see what his real finish looked like.  
	Tantalizingly tracing her moist muscle back up to the crown of his dick, she began to gently pump his length as she lapped up his generously flowing pre. The orc’s breathing intensified with pleasure, and when she began to take him into her mouth, one of his legs shifted visibly, like a stallion doing its best to stand still. His breath caught in his throat when Charsi began to suck on him, the sensation of her hot cavity’s embrace almost driving him wild. Sensing his growing libido, she began to sensually gyrate her head, taking in several inches of veiny girth with every bob. To her amazement, just blowing him made her feel like electric heat was bubbling over in her core from the way his cock throbbed so lustfully against the roof of her mouth and tongue. Slipping her free hand under her shorts, she could not help but stroke and finger her slickness, those folds burning and twitching at the touch from pent-up desire.  
	Frank’s knees wobbled, and he grabbed her smooth shoulders for balance. “Sorry,” he grunted, but Charsi adored the feeling of his hands on her skin, and accelerated the pace of her hand that was pumping him off, sensing the desperate pulsing in the veins of his momentous member. She managed to pull her hand out of her shorts, coated in her own juices, and used it to grab the part of his length she couldn’t cover with just one hand. Using both hands and her mouth, she still could not cover every inch of his girth with her flesh, but she made up for that by squeezing him tighter, sucking harder, and tugging faster, beckoning for him to release himself. 
	The orc never stood a chance. He always was a sucker for sweet girls. With one shuddering grunt, Frank’s balls visibly pulsed, his length straightened and bulged out, and a thick spurt of sweet and salty white seed exploded out into Charsi’s mouth, her flushed face relaxing and her eyes shutting as she began to swallow the red hot fluid down, letting her hands continue to stroke him through his powerful orgasm. It was her first time giving anyone fellatio, but she had watched more than enough how-to videos and practiced with enough dildos that she knew what to do. Streams of cum pulsed out of his cock for what felt like eternity, and she dutifully gulped down every drop, amazed and aroused by the sheer volume he was putting out. The sensation of his semen running down her throat and pooling in her stomach made her mouth water. 
	His ejaculation subsided, and Charsi pulled off of him, panting for air, tired, but pleased with herself. All that hard practice and all those chewed-up dildos were worth it, in the end. A little more cum bubbled up through the orc’s member and dripped to the ground, and he finally began to relax with a satisfied ‘whew’. Elated, she giggled to herself, beaming up at Frank. He took another deep breath and rolled a shoulder to work out the kinks in it. “That was great. I probably should have been sitting down, though.”
	“Well then, next time you can sit down,” Charsi said, before planting a whimsical kiss on his dick.  
	“Sounds good.”
	A silly thought occurred to Charsi. Normally she wouldn’t ever dare do such a thing, but her inhibitions were at an all-time low, so capriciousness ruled the day. She leaned in and lightly touched her teeth to his tip, making goofy chewing motions and an exaggerated gnaw-gnaw-gnaw noise. “I’m a shaaaark, I’m-a suck your diiiiick,” she giggled, still a bit drunk. Frank shifted uncomfortably, but managed to chuckle a bit, and that was enough to satisfy her. She flopped back on the bed, her knees together. “Frank, do you need time to get it back up?”
	“Not really. I’m an orc.”
	“What do you mean?”
	“The template was designed for those with certain tastes in mind. I can go two to three times in a row without needing a break. Mostly depends on how horny I am, and how long it’s been since I’ve had sex.”
	“How long has it been?”
	“’Bout four days.”
	“How horny are you?”
	“You still wanna fuck?”
	“Yeah?”
	“You wanna fuck a lot?”
	“Yeah!”
	“Then let’s fuck,” Frank said, grabbing her knees and parting them, pushing them down to the bed on either side of her, as Charsi could only breathe in anticipation. Her shorts came off, exposing her rather soaked red side-tie panties. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, and she giggled in chagrin. 
	“I had a feeling I might be getting lucky tonight, so I decided to wear something nice,” she explained. “Is it… gaudy?”
	“Nah, I was just considering whether I should grab some lube, and, well,” Frank shrugged. “Clearly no need for that.” The panties were easily removed, but they had to be peeled off of her vulva, strands of her musky juices stretching out as he pulled them off. 
	With the last obstacles gone, his calloused hands ran along her thighs, feeling their toned strength and impressive flexibility with childlike amusement. “You know, you’re the only gal around here with a normal set of legs that aren’t made of jelly. I kind of missed them,” he said, pulling one of her legs up into the air to massage with firm strength, running his hands from her thigh to her ankles and feet. “You got any way you want it?”
	“I like cuddling,” Charsi offered.
	“Alright,” the orc nodded. “Me too.” He grabbed her other leg and brought it up, then slowly climbed over her, pushing her legs back until they were laying between their chests as positioned himself on top, his huge meat resting next to her entrance, already back to full mast. Charsi panted and writhed sensuously as he planted his hands on either side of her, brushing his lips over her neck and chin passionately. He could feel the moist heat pulsing off of her nethers, just as she could feel the turgid heat of his length rubbing over her folds as he adjusted his position. Bubbly warmth, a needy itch, and an emptiness that begged to be filled consumed the sharkgirl, but she chose to be silent and wait patiently for Frank to be ready, placing her hands on his sides, feeling the rippling muscle beneath his tough skin, like he was a steed preparing to mount her. 
	Soon enough, when the orc found himself balanced just right, he reached down and guided his tip to her wet folds, pushing his hips forward, firmly, but smoothly, penetrating her, the sheer lubricant making it considerably easier. Charsi bit down on her lip, her breath quickening, the anticipated moment finally arriving. She could feel him pierce her so intimately, so large and heavy that it was almost uncomfortable, but that could not deter her from enjoying it. If anything, the mere thought of how much meat was going inside of her only made her more excited. She was so keenly aware of just how deep it went into her, her heart fluttering about the fact that Frank was fully engaged with her and only her, his warm bulk all around and inside of her, probing her very depths as he pushed a little more of himself inside. She felt perfectly full, his size naturally rubbing over a certain spot that felt even more sensitive than her clit, sending tremors through the tendons in her thighs, but her legs were quite well pinned between the two of them, and there was nothing she could do as he began to pump into her at a slow but steady pace but tighten her arms around him and hold onto his back for dear life as his column sailed in and out of her.
	Frank did not need to ask if she was doing alright. The dumb, toothy grin on her face said it all. Likewise, his grunts of exertion and pleasure were rather indicative of how much he was enjoying it. She was a petite girl, like a doll in his arms, and her passage was exquisitely tight, but also wonderfully slick, allowing him to move almost unimpeded. Her velvety walls rippled over him as she gradually adjusted to his size, and soon the sheer wetness and constriction of her insides made a rather noticeable squelch every time he thrust into her. 
	Charsi found it difficult to withstand the immaculate pleasure of her g-spot being slammed into every time the orc swung his hips, not because it felt physically phenomenal, but because they were so closely embraced together, because his bare skin was against hers, a sensation she never thought she’d have the chance to feel because of her sharkskin that nicked and scraped most people on touch. For a long time, she had convinced herself that it didn’t matter to her and that she’d be just fine without it. 
	But her coarse skin might as well have been the flesh of a normal human to Frank, whose hide was getting small scratches at the worst, even though both their bodies were in full contact. Her heart soared not because the heat between her legs was driving her wild, but because she was happy, genuinely happy, to the point that she could feel burning tears welling up in her eyes, as embarrassing as it was. She blinked them away as best she could, not wanting to worry the gentle man, but he must have seen them, because he stopped and kissed her on the cheek, which only made it harder for her to resist the urge to cry. 
	Frank waited patiently for her to settle down, and did not say a thing. A few tears had stained her features, but she was able to sniff and blink the rest away, finally relaxing. Charsi wished that she had been composed enough not to lose herself the first time she had real sex with a man, but was forced to admit that the whole experience meant more to her than she wanted to believe. That, or she was just drunk and weepy. Maybe both were true. But what she did know was that she could not have picked a better man to do it with than Frank, who was calm and understanding enough for the both of them. The overwhelming joy subsided to mere happy contentment with her life, and she remembered that he was inside of her, and throbbing with arousal.
	“Frank,” Charsi whispered. “Let’s keep going.”
	“Alright,” he replied, and he started back into the rhythm of sex, gradually building up to the tempo they had before. What had been lost in excitement between them was quickly made back and then some, with the sharkgirl’s body somehow even more receptive to his passionate thrusts, and it seemed that his wait had only heightened his anticipation. Neither participant was really in any mood or position to have a prolonged session, so what it quickly boiled down to was a simple, animalistic rutting. As Frank’s stamina deteriorated from the pleasure of her sopping wet silken folds, Charsi’s crumbled further as he plunged his incredible girth deeper and harder than before, with increasing lust and desperation to satisfy the petite girl. Her g-spot was getting absolutely pounded, and with her mind in such a chaotic mess, she had no way of putting up any resistance to the sensations wracking her body. The blue-grey girl and the green man writhed and squirmed together in sensuous unison, simple lust uniting them in simple pleasure. 
	Shlurch, shlick, slurch. She came first, her heart skipping a beat, her nails digging into Frank’s back in a futile attempt to anchor herself to reality as boiling bliss welled up in her core. Closing her eyes just so she wouldn’t be overwhelmed by sensation, her mound clenched around the orc’s member just as he pushed in again, dragging over every vein on his length, and his legs nearly gave out from the pleasure as her juices gushed out all over him. He panted and grunted loudly, sensing his own climax nearing, and no longer needing to hold out for her, he began to slam himself into her as quickly and powerfully as he could, every thrust forcing another labored groan from his throat as he screwed her for dear life. It only took a few moments before he seized up, pushing himself as far in as he could go, and his huge balls twitched repeatedly, unleashing their load deep inside the sharkgirl. His seed erupted like a geyser inside of her, filling her up in seconds, soon spilling right out as the spasms of his cock continued. With the last of his strength, he managed to pull himself out of her, but the last few spurts of dense semen shot out all over her body, and he rolled off of her and panted for air out of exhaustion. 
	When Charsi’s minute-long orgasm of comfortable warmth finally began to fade, and she finally opened her eyes, she glanced over at the orc beside her, then at the utter mess all over her and between her legs, and giggled incredulously. “Well, that was great,” she sighed contentedly, sitting up and scratching at her short, messy hair. 
	“Yeah,” Frank said, his hands locked together across his chest as he stared forward lazily. “Glad you liked it.” There was a bit of awkward silence, as if neither of them really knew what to say next.
	“…wanna go again?” Charsi asked.
	“Sure,” Frank said.
	“I’m a bit of a mess, though.”
	“So am I. Wanna shower?”
	“Sure.”
	“Together?” he asked. She glanced at him with a pervy grin.
	“Hell yeah.”




Epilogue

Two months later…

	“Hey, Harp, have you seen Frank? I wanted to talk to him about the next job,” Cassava said, leaning into the harpy’s room. She looked up at him, and the comm unit on his wrist beeped with a text sent by her mind. He lifted it up and the holographic display popped into existence for his ease of reading.
	“He and Charsi are in the crew lounge playing pool,” the text read. He received another text from her immediately after. “They play it an awful lot these days…”
	“Yeah, no kidding,” Cassava said. “Wait, are you jealous because you don’t have hands?”
	“I am NOT jealous! They can play pool whenever they want!” the next text read.
	“You’re super jealous. Hey, maybe you can go borrow a set of arms from Heather and go play with them.” 
	“No! That’s dumb! Go away, Cass! Go do your plant thing!”
	“Yeah, yeah,” he scoffed, waving goodbye and walking off. 
	Harper, naturally, immediately sent a text to Heather asking if she could borrow that set of arms for harpies again. 


END