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The broken trench ran over the sea bottom, a long twisted length of it that looked like a gaping wound that was threatening to engulf the sea itself. It was just off the coast of Greece, found not more than a year ago after an earthquake had ripped through the country. At the time, Thorne had heard that it had been formed by the quake itself, it had happened right on a fault line and dismissed it. These things happened and any diver worth his salt understood that the face of the sea floor changed with every passing year. It was what made being a salvage diver so intriguing. Things always changed, they were always shifting and turning, there were always new wrecks to be uncovered, new places to explore, new treasure to surface. Except the trench wasn't a new feature, it was a very very old one, a fact that had only been recently found out when Hades' Mouth had been explored by a team of scientists.

Old coral life formed along the edges, large and ancient as generation after generation of old dead coral was buried beneath it. They had begun to find bits of wood and metal, obvious signs of ship wrecks that were growing amidst the coral deep beneath the Mouth. It wasn't just a glimpse of things unearthed by the sand, they had been there so long that they had become a part of the underwater life. There was evidence of places that had been cut away, large gouges where something had fallen into the trench itself to uncover it. He could see it as he passed overhead with powerful sweeps of his long tail. The leopard shark's lips twitched in a smile as he sighted down into the darkness of the pit and gave the signal for his companions to stop beside him. The Mouth had been here for thousands of years, a great gaping maw of darkness that had never been explored, never been plundered.

Think of the ships that must have gone down in here. There's no way it's just sat here with nothing but coral being gathered. The thought made the shark's lips pull back in a smile as he tilted his head towards his companions.

"We're going down, and I want to go down fast." He gestured towards the opening of the Mouth with one hand.

"Heard that about you." Corsayr spoke up with a slow grin, the dogfish shark tilted his head just a touch as he kept his amusement partially hidden under the swift words. Saybre stifled a snicker, the little tiger shark moving a hand up to cover his face.

"Hush, this is serious." Thorne growled low in his throat. "There's no saying that people in the far pats didn't know about this place, but it's doubtful. Back then, we had too many of our marine folks that were just trying to make a living, they wouldn't have risked trying shit like this. They'd have gotten locked away from theft. So chances are we're going to find wreckage."

"Do ships just go down above places like this?" Saybre's voice was curious as he peered down at the ragged mouth. "I mean, it just seems a little to neat."

Thorne suppressed a sigh, the youngster had some odd ideas when it came to the ocean. Saybre was city bred and from the Midwest, not the sort of shark that he would have preferred to hire. He had shown up on the docks looking for work and about as fresh faced as they came, his eyes bright and eager, his face shiny like a new penny. Corsayr had been the one to speak up for him, the dogfish shark had a soft spot a mile long when it came to the oddballs, so Thorne had taken a chance, but every new dive he was forced to explain the simplest matters to the lad. He supposed that he would eventually catch on, but right now it seemed ages away.

We were all young once. He reminded himself with a sigh and made a gesture towards the sands that showed patterns from the constant currents.

"We're right above one of four main currents, this part of the ocean was traditionally used to get to Egypt, Rome, pretty much anywhere. And that goes all the way back to BC, not just AD. There would have been plenty of wrecks along this route in that time, and the current likely would have pushed quite a few artifacts down the Mouth. Hell, add in that no one has likely dived like this before and we are looking at a fortune. Who knows what's down there, but we are going to find out." He tried to keep his explanation as short as he could, hoping that he wouldn't end up having to explain why no one had found this place before.

It's obvious that there was a sound reason it hadn't been found, the scarring along one side attested to the earthquake managing to actually send something tumbling into the ravine. He'd heard some of the scientists talking about what it might have been, most were in agreement that there must have been some sort of ledge or rock blocking it, something that had caused the trench to be overlooked. That's was the dangerous part of all of this, no one had gone down terribly far yet, they'd be the first. Not that he had an issue with that, he trusted himself and Corsayr, Saybre too in an odd way. The lad was a bit off his rocker, but he was obedient and knew how to handle himself. He was more cautious because all of this was new and he still wasn't sure how to handle himself.

"Alright, Corsayr and I are going down, I want you.." He jabbed a finger at Saybre. "To stay up near the upper reaches. You're going to swim the length of it, I want you to get us some markings and readings of any potential wrecks that are higher up. We're going to do the same down below."

"Down there?" Saybre glanced down the opening of the pit. "What if it caves in on you? It could, you know, very easily."

"Then you'd better be keeping watch and ready to call for help, eh?" Corsayr teased roughly and gave a flick of his tail. "We're getting down there, just do your job, kid. We'll be rich after all of this."

Rich enough to retire on even. Thorne twitched his lips, almost laughing at the idea. He'd be doing this until the day he died most likely, and loving every minute of it.

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Corsayr followed Thorne down, keeping his eyes closely on the powerful mottled tail that swept back and forth through the deep blue water. It was hard to keep track of the shark in the water, almost impossible. He blended too neatly, but he had had practice. He had been following his captain for over a decade now and that wasn't likely going to change any time in the future. They dove into the trench to the point where they touched the bands on their arms and necks to send out a pale green glow that spilled through the rocks so they could see their way. His own body was just a touch smaller and he found it easier to glide through the brush of the currents as he looked at the jagged walls that loomed on either side, the coral beginning to slowly fade away as they went into cooler water.

"There's plenty of wrecks." He commented as he noticed his lights flashing off of something metal. "And it's not rusted."

"I've noticed." Thorne slowed slightly, his gills pumping harder as he held motionless in the water, his yellow eyes looking around intently. "I've counted eight so far, you?"

"Nine, but one of them was little more than shattered wood, still, it could bring us something." Corsayr gave his tail a lash, turning about in a circle. "It's eerie, you'd think someone else would have tried this at some point."

"It was hidden." His captain pulled a water proof sheet of paper from the band of his swim thong, unraveling it so that he could use a stick of wax to mark out the locations he could find.

"As if hidden meant anything to a shark." The dogfish commented and gave another slow look around. "You know what I mean, I just think there is something... off about this place. It's huge, what could hide something like this?"

"Hell if I know." The leopard shark finished putting something down before powering down through the canyon again, his tail working hard so that Corsayr had to scramble to catch up to him.

"And if it caved in, where is it? Why isn't there more rock damage?" Her persisted with renewed questions, his gills spreading open wide as they began their descent. "I mean, it just all doesn't read right, I know better than this, you do too. Stuff like this doesn't happen without a mark."

"You're paranoid!" Thorne almost laughed as they continued on, but not down, they reached a depth that made his body ache from the pressure, his gills struggling to get enough oxygen while his Captain was off like a shot in front of him, starting to travel lengthwise.

They moved on carefully, the darkness made it seem as if they light was a world away, a faded dream that they couldn't hope to achieve. There were wrecks, many wrecks, they were flung into the sides of the canyon as if thrown by a vengeful god. Most of them were nearly gone, just enough left that sharp well trained eyes could spot them. Some were more modern, rusting and falling apart as time went on, being destroyed by the saltwater that was devouring it, others were actually growing into the rocks, or being devoured by them. It was eerie, far more eerie than most of the places they went diving. How many people had died in these waters? How many victims had been swallowed up by this trench never to be seen again? A dozen? Two dozen? It sent a shiver down his spine as he sped up to catch up with his Captain.

As they swam, they weren't alone in the still waters. Deeper in the trench, where it was too deep to safely dive, a creature was stirring and shifting. Slowly waking after centuries of dreaming and sleep, if such a creature could dream. It shifted with glowing pale pink tendrils that gathered together like an enormous anemone dreamed up by a maddened artist, but no anemone had possessed the mind that lurked in the water as the tendrils worked slowly and steadily. The rocks that had once held it were cracked and shattered around it, destroyed as the shaking of the earth had loosened what it had started, finally setting it into the cool depths where the dozens of eggs that it had strained to produce would flourish. One dark green one was set apart from the amber ones as the caressing tendrils arranged them, it's attention focused above and the stirring the currents. The eggs were filled with promise, but they would not develop on their own, not without sperm to give them life. Strong seed, from strong creatures to produce a new line from the creature's ancient race.

With that knowledge, one tendril lifted up and sent out a smoky trail to spill up towards the distant dream that was light, to lure what it needed down past the bounds of sanity.

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Thorne stopped his steady sweep of his tail and paused in his hunt for further wrecks or possible signs of loot, his gills flared open wide to draw in the water. It was like warmth he was swallowing down as he held still and trembled down along the line of his body as he felt time stop for a brief moment. He couldn't think, he could only freeze as he dimly felt Corsayr at his side do the same. The water wasn't clear, there was a faint cloudiness to it that should have roused his fear and alerts, but it didn't, he only felt the heat building and a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He opened his jaws and closed them before moving one of his hands up to brush along the ring of light around his neck and touched the button. He felt Corsayr stiffen beside him, the green eyes flared open wide with a hint of panic as the comm unit flared to life with a crackle.

"Saybre, come down, we're at 11' 24' 33', two hundred feet down." He spoke with a slight tinge of concern that made him want to take the words, back, but they had already been uttered. He gave his head a little shake back and forth.

"Sir?" Saybre's voice was high pitched and he drew in another draw of water, the taste of whatever filled it clung to his gills, flaring the heat through him.

"Immediately!" Yes, that was right. He needed to summon the shark down to join them, there needed to be all three of them down here. He let out a low noise in his throat before suddenly snapping his tail behind him. "Follow the guide lights."

"Thorne..." Corsayr spoke in a rough voice, the sound coming out almost choked. "I think there is..." The words trailed off as the green eyed dogfish shark suddenly let out a noise.

There was a flash of his tail, the snap of it nearly hitting against the leopard shark, before he dove like a streak. He didn't even wait for permission or to be led, he was plunging into the darkness past the bounds of safety and that was exactly what Thorne wanted to do as well. The need was spilling through him, a desire so strong that he couldn't even think about it as his tail swept behind him. He dimly heard Saybre's voice coming across the commlink, but he dismissed it as his broad tail swept harder through the water. His legs kicked out as he saw the dogfish in front of him as a paler splash in the darkness of the water. The powerful tail was sliding back and forth sinuously through the water, making the leopard shark narrow his eyes as he saw the line of the marbled back arch and spin through the water. Corsayr was lovely, he always had been lovely, but in a masculine muscled way. He was never feminine looking, no one could call him soft, he was too bold a creature for that.

The leopard shark missed the flash of pale pink that glowed beneath the darkness of the water, light where there shouldn't have been light. His eyes were on the surging form in front of him, the dark green eyes were slightly glassy as he seemed to pause and look around with a wild flash. Corsayr wasn't sure of his course, but Thorne was, he looked along the powerful curve of the rump cheeks, the way the tail sent currents rushing against him and arching the edges of his hips. He felt a surge of lust for that body, a familiar lust that had been born from many a nights when they had been at sea without any females to give them reprieve. Normally he only entertained such ideas when he had been into the drinks and had gone without any company for a while, but now the lust he felt was all demanding. It wasn't just an idle thought, it was a need, as much as breathing was a need. Not even the startled look in the dogfish's eyes made him stop as he crashed into the large brawny form.

He wrapped his arm around the fish, seeing a flash of light as he worked his thick heavier tail around the marbled thinner tail, pulling him in close with a playful growl that vibrated through the water. He felt the body pressed against him, the textured slick skin ran along his chest and stomach as Corsayr gave an automatic push backwards, but it was too late. The shark squirmed backwards, but Thorne moved his hands down to run his fingers along the leaning back, caressing right down towards the tight thong that made up the only bit of clothing. He ran his finger right along the edge as the squirming dogfish let out a short noise, almost a protest, but the sound was stifled as the shake pushed his head forward and pressed his lips demandingly against the smaller ones, working his tongue out to push forward in a hot curling caress as the pressure grew around him.

The anemone stirred low beneath him, the rippling of movement that sent the tendrils reaching upwards towards them both. The darkness was chased away by the glowing tentacles that released more of the toxins into the water to fuel the pair of sharks on. Thorne only noticed them when one brushed along his calf, but even then he was too lost in the building need to do more than clutch at his first mate's thong and peeled it downwards, edging it down while his own bathing suit began to bulge from his arousal. The genital slit spread open as the tips of his cocks began to nudge outwards, running along the material of this tongue while he rocked his hips forward, grinding along the bared loins as he gave a yank that tore the thong from Corsayr's hips.

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Corsayr knew that something was wrong, neither he nor his Captain ever behaved in this manner. Something was wrong, very wrong, something that was tearing through both of them ruthlessly, but there was nothing he could do to force past the fog of lust that was building. He dug his nails in against the shark's chest as he felt his loins being bared, pressed forward against the thong that covered Thorne's loins. The slow grind pushed his own genital slit against the swell of the cocks that he knew intimately. He had done more with his Captain than most first mates, not that he was ashamed of it, the heavy leopard shark was a vigorous and eager lover when they were away from shore. But now he was demanding, the lips that pushed up against his own, the tongue pushed into his mouth while he felt another shudder of desire hit through him. He wanted this, he wanted it beyond all reason and natural fear of what was happening.

His twin cocks began to push out, grinding along his Captain's loins as the shafts pushed up higher and higher, rubbing along the line of his belly. The powerful fingers clutched against him as the dogfish moved his hands down and caught the edges of the thong, struggling to peel it down lower and lower, feeling the weight of the warm girth's pushing up against him. They were larger, thicker and heavier, grinding up so that one of his cock's pushed right up and between his own. He arched his back and threw his head back in a ragged groan as he felt the ridges running over him and making him squirm in place. He began to push out faster and with increased desire. His cocks rubbed upwards, caressing and running along the line of the lower belly while the large tail suddenly wrapped around him. The long fins catching over him as one of his legs were pulled up and around the hip.

Something else wrapped round him, the darkness was chased away from a pale pink tendril that ran along the line of his back and sent a shock through him. He felt dozens of small stings, not painful ones, but small startling spikes that made his entire body stiffen and shudder in reaction. Heat ran through him as he spread his other leg around the powerful spotted thigh and the lips pulled away from him. The ridges along the cocks pulled over his own spires, tugging down along the delicate fins along his inner thighs, the sensitive hold making them flex and attempt to wrap and join with the other shocks as if he were a female. He felt a brush of heat ran along his upper back as a tendril suddenly wrapped right up and over his muzzle. That made him jerk back as he felt the stings sparking through him, almost painful, but not quite as he drew in a quick trembling breath. He didn't know why it felt so terribly good, but his nerves felt sensitive and alive.

Thorne's fingers suddenly hauled him upwards, lifting him into the air, baring the curve of his ass as the cock tips slipped downwards and pushed his own spires along the hard muscled stomach. The sharp teeth suddenly clutched along his shoulder, digging in as they spun in the water, twisting and rolling beneath the cool water, ignoring the pressure. He opened his mouth, swallowing a toxin laced rush of water before a pink tendril suddenly curled along the edges of his lips. The stinging brush only made him grown as he felt one of the cock's pushing right up beneath his tail, the narrow tip nudging right against his pucker, the other cock pushing up higher and tapping against his tail before Thorne let out a harsh groaning cry. His body stiffened briefly before the powerful hips surged up beneath the water, prying at the anal ring, forcing him open as he writhed beneath the waves.

One of the pink tendrils pushed lower as he closed his lips around the one that pushed into his maw, the stinging of the small needles faded in a pleasant tingle that spread over him and fueled him on blindly. He wanted this, there was no way around it, his body was rushing with heat and need that was almost painful as the ridges began to sink under his tail. His walls clamped down, making him arch upwards until he felt a brush of something hot and moist pushing right over the tips of his cocks. At first he thought that Thorne had somehow managed to contort himself to wrap his mouth around his cocks, but the grip was still on his shoulder. The tendrils were swallowing his lengths as he bowed his back and let out a guttural cry around the tendril in his maw. His walls clamped down tightly around the thick cock that wedged in deeper and deeper into his passage, plunging into him and spilling out a hot rush of precum that ran deeper inside of him, making him slick and slimy. He wanted this, he didn't care that something was controlling them, he wanted this, there was no room for fear here.

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Thorne let out a rumble and kept his teeth in the shoulder as he drove himself upwards, forcing his way in deeper and deeper into the slick hot walls that clutched around him. His twin cock pushed up along the line of the ass, running up along the tail until something wrapped around him. Something that was incredibly hot in the cool water, something that pulled around him from the tip all the way to base, pulling up the hot rush of precum as he gave another powerful thrust of his hips upwards. The hard thick ridges were plunging into his first mate one after another, squeezing inwards as he swung his tail downwards, trying to use it to keep the dogfish shark right against him. The rippling walls were squeezing and caressing, running around him until he was letting out short shuddering groans.

He couldn't stop himself now, he was wrapped up in the moment of pleasure, even as something ran along the line of his ass. He moved his hands down, rolling in the water and pushing forward until the pair of sharks were pushed right up against the side of the rocks. The world was glowing around them, brightly lit as if they were up near the surface instead of down so low that they could feel the pressure of the world squeezing around them so tightly that they could barely breathe or move. He felt the brush running along and slipping over his ass while he gave a lunging thrust forward, driving himself into the squeezing ass until the fins of his loins tried to wrap along the curved golden ass cheeks.

Two tendrils pulled along his ass cheeks as he pulled backwards, dragging ridge after ridge from the passage while the rippling muscles tried to hold him deep inside the passage. The oozing precum was spilling out rapidly as he pulled back all the way to the point that his glans nearly pulled free before driving forward again. The slender tips of the tentacles suddenly curled up along his own anal ring, brushing over his pucker as he writhed in place, shuddering and thrusting forward in a short powerful movements, his hands clutching the haunches. His fingers squeezed along the curve of the hips to drag him forward, forcing him down so he could hilt within the snug stretching passage. So driven by lust that he only stiffened as he felt the tips of the tendrils hook on either side of his snug pucker.

His walls were pried open, the walls gaping open wider and wider as he shuddered and bucked his hips forward again. Where the tendrils brushed there was a slight electrifying sensation running through him, making him relax, forcing his worries to slip away by the moment. It didn't matter, nothing mattered except the clutching walls and the grip of another tendril working around the cock that wasn't plunged deep inside of his first mate. He heard Corsayr crying out, the rough groan as their bodies came together and he was pushed harder against the rocks. Their bodies almost touching the spread of the massive anemone that was spread out beneath them.

His body strained open wider, each of the tendrils forced him to gape open even as he tried to clench down again. There was no hope for it, he couldn't possibly fight off the hold, nor did he care to, not when his body was being suckled and caressed by the snug anal passage. The tendrils became more slender as the pushed forward, brushing along the line of the slick walls as he arched forward the thick oozing precum was running out of his cock tips, splattering deeper into Corsayr and oozing over the tendrils that wrapped around him. It filled the water around them as he felt the ache of his walls being pried open wider and wider, his walls struggling to close down as he arched his back and let out a groan, one of the tendrils pushed right along the sensitive ridge of his prostate, rolling over it so his cocks thickened, the ridges pushing harder into his first mate. When he dragged himself out, his cock pulled free, the tip sliding from the quivering tight ring leaving nothing but cool water wrapped around him.

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Corsayr squeezed his eyes shut, his head leaned back to press right against the rock behind him as he felt the powerful thrusts hammering against him. The grip of the jaws released his shoulder, the leopard shark rearing back with a cry as another thrust pushed into him, he could feel the oozing precum coating him, being forced out by the sheer girth. The ridges themselves helped tugged the inches out of his passage, one after another, the tip pulling all the way back until there was a sudden jerk. He felt the narrow tip pulling free of his pucker, running out until his walls clamped down in protest around nothing. His own cocks were rubbing along one another, pulled tightly together by the tendril that wrapped around them and suckled from the base all the way up towards the tip, trying, it seemed, to pull more and more of his oozing precum out.

Thorne's eyes flashed open wide, narrowing slightly as the hands reached down and clutched against Corsayr's ass cheeks, pushing him upwards with a silent snarl, his lips pulled back. He drew his hips back and then gave a sudden push upwards, but not just with one cock, two tips suddenly pushed against his pucker, tightly pressed together as they were twined around one another to make one too large shaft. The dogfish shark opened his mouth to protest, he'd never taken both spires, but it fell on deaf ears as the powerful body lunged forward and his scream echoed into the water. It wasn't a scream of pain, it was shock as he was splayed open, the tight ring stretching open wider than they had ever gone. The tendrils around his cocks looped around the base, pulsing slightly as inch by ridged inch worked into his body. The two sets of ridges ran through him, caressing in a smooth stroke that made his walls contract down tightly, suckling greedily even as he felt as if he were being split in two.

The rocks rubbed right along the line of his back, the stroke painful as the tendrils began to pull harder, they were wrapping around him, pulling and dragging as the powerful leopard shark began to drive into him. The strokes weren't smooth, they were ragged and desperate, filling him until the thickest portion of the base was wedged all the way into him, splaying him open into a lewd open O. His body shuddering against the muscular Captain's before the tendrils twisted around him. The hold on his cocks began to move up towards his twin tips as he was forced around, the leopard shark's hold clutching and fighting him as he was turned, his tail forced up to press against the line of the tail and the ridges within his body finding new places to pull over. His ass was forced back and pressed up snugly against the loins, his tail pinned against the small of his back.

He was nearly pressed into a waving mass of tendrils, his eyes snapping open wide through the toxin fogged mind. He could barely breathe, let along contemplate what he was looking at, all he knew was that his hips were blindly thrusting forward as he was resting right above a gathering of round amber orbs that were pushed right up against the wall. He squeezed his eyes shut and just let his body go, it didn't matter, nothing mattered, he humped raggedly into the hold of the tendrils around him. The caress worked right up and over his tips, rubbing and fluttering as his body writhed in place, trapped as arms wrapped around his chest and powerful jaws closed down around the back of his neck, pulling as the twin shafts worked in rapid hard strokes, building up the pace as his jaws splayed open wider with a groaning cry.

The feel of the tendrils wrapping around his cocks became more intense, pulling around him, suckling and caressing from the bases all the way towards the tip to force up a dribble of precum that was dispersed within the water. Another tight loop of the tendrils were pushed out and wrapped over him until both of his cocks were being milked in time with the rapid thrusts that were driving inside of him. It was too much, especially as he felt the ridges of the shaft tugging and pulling through him, rubbing right over the tender bud of his prostate, pushing him over the edge as he thrashed and writhed. He twisted and arched, his entire body shuddering in place as he felt the first rush of pleasure run through him.

His back arched upwards as his cocks were drawn downwards, pulled away from his belly so that the tips faced the orbs below before the first rush of seed spilled out of them. The twin jets spilled out in a hot rush, flowing into the water, spilling downwards in cloudy puffs that spread over the orbs, the water spilling it downwards spreading it over the orbs as his hips jerked and twitched in place. The tendrils milked and pulled, suckling and demanding more and more of it to spill out of him as he let out cry after shuddering cry, jerking his hips downwards in time with the thrusts that continued driving against him, holding him at that peak while he pulled his head backwards. His rich seed spreading through the water, running along the ripe eggs to begin to attempt to penetrate them, claim them, form a wholly unique hybrid from his drugged and ravaged body.

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Thorne drove his cocks forward, he could feel the tightness clinging around him, so tightly that he was barely able to push all the way in while the walls clamped down tightly trying to stop him. His breath came out in short shuddering bursts while his back arched and he felt the tendrils prying him wide open, holding him splayed open and exposed so intimately that part of his mind flared with a rush of horror and fear. Not that that saved him, his body was flared with a pounding need that had him driving in short hard thrusts while he felt and heard Corsayr climax. The walls contracted and pulled, making it harder to plunge forward as he let out a ragged snarl of pleasure and pain both as the muscles rippled and pulsed about him. Pleasure at the milking muscles, and pain as something suddenly pushed right up against his forcibly spread pucker.

It was round and slippery feeling as it wedged and pushed up against him, forcing the anal ring to push inwards on itself as he writhed in place. It was too late to stop himself from the shuddering rush of pleasure that ran through him, his internal orbs tensing up as he snarled and bared his teeth. His fingers clutched against the dogfish shark, trying to yank him back against his loins, hilting both of his shafts deep into that pulsing passage. For one glorious moment he felt his ridges swelling as he came up closer to his climax, the walls stroking around him and in the next moment there was a sharp spike of burning pain as the orb was forced deeper beneath his tail and it was coupled with the tendrils ripping his first mate away.

His fingers dragged over the marbled flesh, his nails running along them as he arched his back and tried to plunge forward again. It was a useless attempt to hold the dark, the powerful glowing tendrils twisted and curled, dragging the other male away so that the ridges of his cocks pulled out one at a time. The final caress shuddering through him as his tips pulled out and a hot rush of cum erupted out of the twin openings. Thick ropey spills spread through the water as he jerked his head backwards and bared his teeth, the throbbing spire oozing out the sperm rich seed into the water uselessly as he felt his walls splaying open wider and wider. It ached and burned, but at the same time he was too far gone to care. Too far gone to want to care about anything except the pounding of his heart.

The pale green egg was forced into his rippling walls, the tendrils pushing and wedging as the deep sea creature targeted him as the strongest of the pair. Only the strongest could carry the future male of its species, but Thorne only realized that his walls were wrapped around the orbs, his powerful walls tried to push it out, but the tendrils forced it in deeper. He could feel the heat spreading along his lower loins as the water spread his seed through the water, sending the cloudy burst towards the eggs that rested beneath him. He dimly heard Corsayr's snarling cry, but he couldn't spare his attention to his first mate. He was too busy kicking out, trying to writhe free of the hold as the sharp cramps started in his stomach as his bowels were splayed open. The inner walls caressed over the smoothness, curling and stroking as his back arched higher up in the air as a tendril suddenly twisted around his neck, curling along his chest, dragging him towards the heart of the anemone. He could see Corsayr there, the large male snarling out as a tendril plunged beneath his tail, his shaft's being clutched by smaller ones and then his vision was blocked by a thick tendril snapping out to wrap around his muzzle, silencing his cries.

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Saybre felt the cold water wrapping around him as he tried to follow the directions given to him. He knew that he was supposed to be diving down deep enough to reach them, but he'd never gone this far before. He'd always been told to remain in the safe zone due to his inexperience, he had assumed that he'd go deeper when he was ready and accompanied by either Corsayr or Thorne, not like this. The water was cold and made him shiver, the water spilling down along the line of his back as he plunged deeper and kicked harder as the pressure continued to grow, making it harder to work enough water over his gills. His eyes narrowed down to slits as he tried to see the spots of light that would let him know where his Captain was. Both of them had been wearing glow lights, that would be easy enough in this darkness.

The deeper he went, the more he struggled to swallow down water. It was icy cold and stung him, making it harder for him to catch up with every breath. His hands slipped through the water, dreading each time he had to draw in water, the sting of it almost painful as he finally set his sights on something below him. It wasn't the green lights that he was used too, but it was a glow that had him perking up and swimming faster. He just wanted to find them, in this strange dark place the world echoed and spun around him, rippled and sent uneasy shivers down his spine. It felt as if he were the only creature in the world, filled with just the muffled sounds that rippled through the water around him. His tail worked hard as he drove downwards, narrowing his eyes and-

Saybre drew up short, his eyes flaring open wide as a shudder ran down the length of his spine and drew a groan from his throat. A sound that he couldn't stop as he tasted something in the air, an alluring scent that made his pupils dilate and his eyes flare open wide as he stopped his downward plunge. The world narrowed down to nothing but the feel of the water around him, it was no longer cold and alien, it was a sensuous caress that made him arch through it. It ran over his chest, the currents chased along his calves, mocking him with gentle caresses that made him shiver in anticipation for something he had no name for. Something that he didn't quite understand, but that he wanted beyond all other things. The glowing light welcomed him as he saw something beneath him, not the lights of the necklace and bracelets of his Captain and first mate, but something stranger, something more alien.

A giant anemone was perched on broken rocks and clung to the side of the crevice with the long tendrils curling and running in the currents. The soft pink coloration turned to white near the middle as it spilled light out, except for two spots held deep within its grasp. Saybre blinked his eyes a few times, unable to quite understand what was going on when he saw one of the shapes being extended out towards him. For one brief moment he saw the wide eyed leopard shark kicking and writhing, the legs kicking out towards him a desperate attempt to get free, but then he drew in another gulp of water. As it filtered through his gills his eyes lidded pleasantly and he felt a heavy sensation over his limbs. It was as if he had taken a powerful narcotic, it was too hard to think about anything except the sensation of his heart beating and the caress of his body.

The form that was extended out to him lost the hard muscled edges, the powerful arch of the back, the long tail. The spots became softer, a subtle marbling along the bare back and the tail looked smaller to him. His eyes blurred as he saw something alluring and strange, a feminine shape, that's what it was. He didn't question the drugged vision as he watched a tendril curling along the tail and arching it up into a graceful crest along the line of the back. He only let out a rough noise of pleasure at the sight of the 'female' presenting herself to him. She was waiting for him, this female, hidden from the light of the world and wanting only him. The memories of his Captain and first mate became distant dreams as he dropped down to meet her.

"SHAYBAR!!" A muffled voice made him lift his head, his pupils dilated open wide so that there was only a thin band of color around the edges. The writhing form struggled slightly as he sank beneath the waters low enough that his hands could glide up, tracing along the outer edges of the legs.

The muscles quivered beneath his touch, tensing and relaxing as he closed his eyes and drank deep of the toxin laden water, the coldness of his surroundings faded away to warmth as he moved automatically. The female needed him, that's what the water told him, he arched as a brush trailed down his back and the subtle sting of the tentacle ran along the line of his spine. He pressed himself against it before dropping his head down and running his tongue out to push right along the crease of his Captain's ass. He curled upwards to taste something besides water, something hot and sweet that nearly burned his tongue as he pushed upwards and ran right along the tender puckered opening. He curled over it, running towards the middle as the world glowed around him.

The tendrils drew them down, the lure enough to capture him beneath the roiling currents and waters as he clutched to the textured haunches and pushed his tongue up. He didn't think about the fact the body he teased was male, not even when he dropped his tongue down to flick against the sensitive fins on the loins, running along a piercing and working upwards to trace over the vulnerable crease. He felt the form writhing, kicking slightly, a struggle that stopped when the tiger shark's tongue flicked up and caught the snug anal passage again. He pushed against it as something wrapped around his calf, drawing him downwards and inwards, closer to the squirming form that was caught by tendril after tendril.

He felt something brush along his groin, a gentle stroke that had him arching his back upwards with a high pitched cry before writhing. The slight stings of the tentacles were barely noticeable, just a brush that made him twist and shiver, arch and push forward into them. Where they gave brief jolts of pain, they also brought his nerves alive, making them feel swollen and sensitive to the slightest motion. He pushed his tongue forward, wedging right against the pucker as the pair of sharks fell twined into the heart of the anemone that greeted them. The wide spread length blocking out the darkness as it wrapped around them and formed a net to cage them so there was no escape.

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Thorne groaned out, his body shuddering in protest as he felt a hot tongue plunging up against his achingly sore pucker. His stomach felt swollen and heavy, strained taut along the edges as he arched his back and tried to press forward with a wriggle. He wanted to feel the tongue even as his cheeks burned in humiliation. The drugs, or whatever he had been attacked with, were starting to wear off, but not entirely. His body felt so feverishly hot, the barest touch of the tongue over the sensitive opening of his pucker sent him arching upwards and letting out short groaning noises of pleasure. He wanted it, he wanted to be touched and teased, he wanted to feel his young sailor pushing his tongue in deeper. It was easing the ache of having swallowed an orb so large that it had nearly torn him in two.

Slowly, oh so slowly, his head was drawn up so that his tongue was forced to brush along one of the tendrils, something heavier then water oozed out of the tip, spreading along his gills, coating them. He felt the burn and heat before his entire body bucked in place, twisting around in an attempt to escape as the heat spread lower through his body. It wanted him to react, it wanted his nerves to pulse and his heart to speed up, his muscles to contract and stiffen. He had just cum, no matter how much he thought he had good recovery time, he had never been this good. It was almost painful as his cocks pushed out of his vent and into the air again, he almost felt raw while Saybre moved against him, wriggling slightly so that the tiger shark flashed into view.

His eyes were too large, almost dazed as he made no attempt to escape the tendrils that had control of him. He was giving into him, running his hands along the length that wrapped along his torso and curled beneath his chin. His legs were drawn out behind him, splayed and twisted in the creature while his tail was nearly hidden beneath the coils. Corsayr had fought, still fought, despite the fact all Thorne could hear was the short snarling cries in the distance and the occasional yip of shock when something pushed him too far. Not Saybre, the boy seemed to wriggle with enjoyment, his body arching so that his Captain saw a flash of stiff flesh pushed up against his swim shorts.

The muzzle was coaxed away from beneath his tail as Thorne's cocks engorged with blood, thickening steadily while he felt the ache of his loins growing. The drug didn't give him a chance to calm down and relax, it forced arousal on him as he arched his back and pulled away again. The striped head slid forward, nestling and nuzzling closer with an eager little noise coming from his throat. There was a rush of water against his inner thigh as the mouth lowered and a hot brush of the tongue ran over the sensitive pelvic fins. His stomach tensed up again while he jerked backwards, writhing his hips away only to have the brush of the tongue push up higher, trailing towards his inner thighs and the sweep of his belly. Not touching his cocks, not yet, almost as if he were being mocked.

Oh god no, I can't do this.. Thorne shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut.

In his mind, in his heart, he desperately prayed that this would end, that they would be rescued by a ship, a diving team, someone that would find them and whatever this creature was. The thought was like whistling in the dark as he felt a fiery hot mouth close down around his cocks. No one would find them, no one would save them. He had spent his life knowing how to keep himself and his team hidden and by taking risks. It would be months before a dive team came down this deep, if ever, and there was no telling what he would find. His jaws spread open wider as the tendril plunged into his throat brutally, his body jerking while the young sailor pushed his mouth down over his cock. Already his body was curling in close, the stiff threatening shaft coming towards his vulnerable and bared ass.

Oh god.. not again.. The thought rang through him as he drove upwards instinctively into the mouth, the aching pleasure making his stomach tense and relax as he claimed the boy's mouth as his own.