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White and black clashed together in a desperate struggle for dominance; teeth and fists collided with skin and purple stains bloomed in their wake; deep in the great blue red sea, an Orca and a Shark shared an intimate moment with each other.
Pain infected Sal's body, yet he was too deep into the lagoon of pleasure that he ended up enjoying the pain too. Idate ran his large, calloused hands over the albinos body, tightening around the places that made the smaller man moan. With a sudden, rough movement, he intertwined their bodies impossibly closer.
Both men panted as sweat drenched their faces; blood clinging to their bodies, the liquid as scarlet as the sea beyond their bubble of sensualness.
The Orca had to say, he wasn't particularly fond of the seas new makeover, but the bright blue version wasn't any better either.
In any case, the crimson waters reminded him of the shark's eyes—the latter writhing and whining beneath him as Idate moved. Those same eyes gazed up at him with a glassy, distant, lustful, pathetic look. It was one of the few things he appreciated about the albino. Such a needy look warranted another bite at his throat that bordered on deathly intentions. The albino in question let out another, particularly, loud moan, then the Orca felt a new liquid stain his hands.
Sal's body went ragdoll. He had never felt this complete, this fulfilled, this pleasured—even with his beloved sea witch. Wadanohara could never come close to the euphoria that invaded the sharks mind after an encounter with the Orca, no matter how much he loved her.
And Idate? Even a spar with Rocma never got him this excited. His beloved Rocma—as much as he loved her—was starting to bore him.
He thought, Sal was a much better plaything.