The wild grasp of the shark was something she hadn't even imagined, with the armorsleeve taking most of the force and all, but this! She could feel how the beast struggled between her thighs and over her, the magnificent tigershark making use of all of its 15 feet body to copulate with her, the predator of sheer muscle thrusting forward with its lower belly and hitting its mark! She didn't know whether to moan, scream or die at first, the overwhelming feeling of such a wild lover taking her so intense... She bit down into his pectoral fin in return, grasping with her thighs around that thrashing tail which drove the hardened penis-fin into her, suddenly filled with a cool fullness that yet seemed to stretch her so tight!

"Ooooh you striped bastard, don't you dare to hold back one bit! Nnnnrgh... f*** me like the female I am, and like the male you are!" She screamed into his fin, biting on it like he bit down on her sleeved arm, taking all that the shark could give her and getting more in return. She thrust her hips against his body and helped more of his penis slide into her, making new room within her tightness which had for so long been without fulfillment, now feeling like she could finally reach it. The male pounded with feverish thrusts, its entire body arching into her as it took her.

She willingly gave herself into it, tossed herself into the moment of it all, but it didn't seem to end! There was always more and more of him to sink in, his teeth began to push lightly through that sleeve and touch her skin which gave her a huge kick, his wild mating giving her orgasm after another... While that cock pounded into her, driving itself deep home and making her know that this was her home... She needed someone like this, with a feeling of locking together so seamlessly that no more words were needed, her desire to scream out her violent challenges now past and seeming useless in retrospect.

Reaching her arm around his body, she held on and rode this magnificent male. Giving him what he sought for, and receiving what she had been devoid of for so long, it felt so wonderful, the pain of their joining so real and yet fulfilling in a way she never imagined possible. She now knew what her dreams had been about; this was the animal in her, for which she willingly gave over her body, transcending her human consciousness. Returning into the sea... And suddenly brought back from her introspection by the wild, jerking hilts into her as the male gave forth his seed, giving her his breed, the sheer joy of it making her scream her pleasure into the fin which she held onto with her teeth. The mating pair shared their bites of passion, both taking and being taken, giving and being given, her smooth hips dancing against his rhythmically pumping tail as gushes of his sperm burst into her tightness, the excess spurting out in clouds of creamy smoke into the brine surrounding them.

Ron couldn't turn his gaze from the vision in front of him, suddenly realizing how little he had known of her. This might have been the reason why they never could seem to fit together - both trying to balance the fine line of being sensitive or lustful, deep or impulsive. The answer was that her thoughts had been of a completely alien sort to him or any other human being. Mike followed the scene with some interest, mainly just maintaining the experience, smiling to himself as he knew that she was indeed living out her fantasy.

They watched as he floated and swam with the tigershark, spending hours with the creature after copulating before wanderlust took over both of them, but sharing their wordless promises of meeting again. Both knew that it was likely that both female and male would meet others and mate again, but didn't do anything to try and be possessive about the other once their time was past...

She saw the last flicks of her lover's tail, caressing herself with her hands as she rose to the surface and observed the wonderful landscape. This was indeed the land of her dreams, but in living reality! The aching feel of her body, the feel of seawater salt sinking into the slight scratches she had gotten, everything... were bumped aside when she felt something more.

The scents of mating had brought out another shark; this one was approaching her from the front, a sportive-looking, eight-feet Mako displaying its deep ultramarine back and the smoky underbody which were divided in a distinct border between the colours. It was also male as she noticed the telltale look of its claspers aft of its belly, and this male took no time in familiarizing himself with the female but seized the opportunity which she gladly presented.

It approached her on a second pass, and surprised her with its sudden barrel-roll over onto her backside. The male slid along her back with a rough bump against her spine, and before she could protest he had slid his pectoral fins beside her body onto a tight grasp.

She was wracked with another surprise as the male's penis knifed into her anus, something which she had never given out to anyone and had been planning to keep as her private property. The painful entry was lessened by the copious amounts of slick slime the male produced, her vagina still leaking with the previous male's gift... She grasped at his fins and tried to jostle him off her back, but the wild pounding made her squeal in sudden pleasure as she found it. The male was showing her the pleasures of backdoor loving, and the bastard was clearly more than enjoying the lovely creature which it distinctly could notice as being less than a match for his own species, but the scents were such a good match, the mating making the right things click inside its head - no, this was a lovely, tight female!

Deciding to just give into the moment, she squeaked more in her pleasure as her behind bucked up to him, getting his tail slapped against her cheeks with a hilting thrust. The mako pounded into her, stabbing its less sizeable maleness in and out of her, trying to milk itself off as rapidly as possible, in-out, in-out, and off into search of a new female... They were more opportunistic in nature and had more defined mating seasons than those of tigersharks, and it showed up in their behavior. She wasn't complaining, anymore that is, and gave his cock a firm squeeze inside her. That was enough to get the swift hunter to joyfully give up his semen, the shark's tail giving a few rapid bucks into her behind as it made sure it was in there to stay.

She gave the sleek little shark a nice kiss on his chin before it sped up along its way again, going as fast as it came, leaving her with another sore spot but warming her heart... This is where she belongs. She swam back to the shore for a brief moment. Looking onto the sea, she could feel a certain feeling of anxiety, knowing that this could be over so soon again, and like dreams, it would be impossible enjoy a similar experience without some key, some kind of focus, a lasting link...

Back in the club, the cop had decided to enjoy a double scotch on the rocks, while the barkeeper took some sips out of an energizing drink to keep up his attention. Every detail was available to them that existed in visual - it was like watching an immensely detailed computer modeling, because none of this could happen in reality. That's what Ron thought. It couldn't. This couldn't be the same girl he knew. He had always been slightly taken back by their separation, but had concealed his true feelings from her well. A new kind of understanding sparked out in him, not sure whether it was the shock of the material he was now seeing or a new insight above that. He wasn't sure of himself, but he was truly happy for her; through her dreaming her expression displayed her clear contentness.

Leaving the beach for the sea again, she could see numerous splashes in the water, fins cleaving the surface of the crystal clear brine. It was clearly a gathering of sharks this time, and she swam up into the middle of it. She knew that most were too preoccupied with each other to pay attention to her, having fed themselves full beforehand, and she was left by herself to search. She didn't know what she was looking for, and swam with flicks of both feet together like a mermaid as she made her way past the joining sharks... Noticing that there were all kinds of predators locked together in the lustful dance, and she knew then what she was searching for, what the focus and the link she sought was. She knew that she had to find herself a pair.

Very few species of sharks were said to pair up for life, and even fewer were seemingly out looking for any. She suddenly felt very lonely, before her eyes connected with ones across the underwater orgy into deep, black eyes that immediately captivated hers. She swam closer and saw that this one was also searching, looking in frustration, looking for her... They had found each other. This magnificent creature must have been the keeper of her dreamworld, an impressive male with a regal presence, a great white shark.

They swam past each other at first, letting their sides connect, her hand sliding along his sleek side while his fin ran from her chest to her toes. She let out a deep, passionate sigh at this touch, feeling the pent-up search which they both had done for so long, and now -

She arched herself for him, beckoning for him to take her, granting him her body and soul to take and either abandon or make his own. The shark swam with strong, slow flicks of his crescent tail, the swollen displays of maleness swaying along with the heavy mass of muscle... His broad and pointed nose touched to her thighs, running up along them as he drew in her scent and grew more and more excited with every passing whiff of her. The scent of this female was so enticing and beckoning. He took a while searching her, studying her while she reached out with her arms and took his head into them, holding his front to her in a desperate, firm hug... Until it was time.

The male was impressive, and outright frightening unless seen through her passionate eyes, over twenty feet of sheer hunter as it circled her slowly, presenting her with a mating dance as was customary. She returned a similar one, displaying her deep longing for him, her willingness to give herself up into the moment of wild and feral rut, to have his breed inside of her. She did not blush of such thoughts anymore, but let them wash over her like a crashing wave.

Their union was not without problems, at first, and they felt very awkward, the male growing frustrated and grasping more firmly at her arm as it tried to enter her. Its tail bucked and it rammed its white underbelly at her repeatedly, trying to have her, and to the onlookers it did resemble like it had merely attacked her. There was something more, though, and the male soon gave up this method, letting her show him the ways of loving.

His underbelly felt so heavenly against her, and she loved to just knead her breasts against the raspy feel of the skin, the hard nipples so exquisitely tortured under his strong body which waited patiently, swimming along as she held on to him, fingering herself off to orgasm after orgasm while riding with him...

She then eased herself slowly down between his pectoral fins, caressing his smooth underside and sharing the lovely feeling of touching together, but soon just taking a hold of the fins, holding them to her shoulders. He wasn't a creature of gentleness or caring, driven by simple wills and drives to feed and to breed, the first having been fulfilled and now eager to complete the second. His maleness stood forth bravely, again just one of the two as she leaned her thighs up along his sides, locking into an embrace and leaning her hips down toward his tail. He started sliding within her, and she now felt what tightness really meant. It felt like he was going to splice her in two with that maleness, which was meant for females far above her size, but just kept on going down on it. She screamed out in pleasure as his strong tail flicked slightly faster and further while he swam on, and couldn't do much than hold on when he noted the entry.

The white started mating her in a wild, frantic pace, its tail thrashing down between her thighs and going further into her than she dreamed possible. She felt like she was losing herself as that wonderful lover mated her, having arched its entire body over her and pounding wildly... The lashes of his tail made her body grind against his, the teasing on his nipples and the violent penetration making her suddenly peak out in an orgasm, screaming her pleasure into his snowy underside. His preseed flew freely as they swam together in a mating dance, him leading her, her giving out to him, breaking the surface of the water together...

Grasping onto those fins for dear life, she helped him push harder and deeper inside her when he found it too difficult to go further or decided that this must have been the end of it, relighting his flame again and again! The shark mated her, bred her, their pairing feeling like it had been going on for hours and still as they had just touched each other for the first time. This was her pair, and she was his; nothing seemed more natural at the moment than just letting this immense shark ream her, ravage her, love her, caress her in the substitutive hold of his fins instead of his teeth. She kissed his underside when they slowed down their pace, or kicked her knees against his sides at her peaks when his mating was most fierce.

She looked around herself, and noticed that the brightness of the day had past, and they were just by themselves in that sea. The glowing moon bathed them in its rays as they crashed above the surface of the water, dancing together before falling down into the sweet caresses of the waters around them. She was now trying her best to please him, and he was giving her his best... They came together, again and again, her insides being filled with more and more of the male's thick creamy pudding, filled with the promise of breeding. The pair celebrated their finding several more times under the light of the moon, diving back into the deep blue before crashing through the surface again.

The cop had left the club, reporting that he had seen nothing that evening. So did the bartender, withholding the secret of her past lover's visit from her. Upon being brought back into reality, Jeanna cried out for a good long while, not out of sorrow or guilt but out of completion, knowing that now she had met this entity that made up her dreams and fueled her life. In the following days, she was filled with an energy that occasionally made her friends wonder whether she was on chems; she dismissed these doubts with a hearty laughter, and a smirk that she had found something far better.

She would be going back to Mirrorsphere, once she had acquired enough creds again.