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The water in the Royal Guest Grotto was thick, cloudy with the scent of release and the heavy, copper tang of royal blood. Attina lay curled on the sponge bed, clutching her bitten shoulder, her orange tail twitching as she drifted in the paralytic afterglow of the shark’s claim.

I didn't rest. A shark that stops moving dies. And a shark in a feeding frenzy never stops eating until the ocean is empty.

My black, unblinking eyes snapped to Adella. The romantic of the family was pressing herself against the mossy wall, vibrating with a need that had turned painful. She looked at her ruined sister not with fear, but with devastating envy.

"You," I growled, pointing a massive, clawed finger at her. "The dreamer."

Adella gasped, swimming forward eagerly, her yellow tail flicking erratically. "Me? Is it my turn, Master?"

"You dream of princes," I said, circling her like a predator corralling a seal. "You dream of soft words, poetry, and gentle touches."

I stopped directly in front of her. The size difference was staggering.

"But nature isn't romantic, Adella."

I grabbed her by the waist. I didn't hold her; I slammed her.

THUD.

I spun her around violently and pinned her chest-first against the soft, moss-covered wall. She let out a sharp cry as the impact drove the breath from her lungs.

I pressed my massive body against her back. My skin, covered in millions of microscopic, tooth-like scales called dermal denticles, acted like sandpaper. As I ground my chest against her bare back, I scraped against her smooth, delicate scales.

"Nature is rough," I whispered into her ear, biting the lobe. "It abrades. It conquers. It fills."

"I don't care!" she panted, pressing her cheek against the cool moss, arching her back to increase the friction of my skin against hers. "I don't want a Prince! Take me! Fill me!"

"As you wish."

I reached down and gripped her hips, my claws digging in.

"Lift your tail," I commanded. "Spread your fins. Show me the target."

She obeyed instantly, arching her lower back until her yellow tail pointed straight toward the surface, exposing her cloaca completely. It was pulsing, swollen and ****.

I didn't use just one. I lined up my hips, angling the double-pronged weapon.

With a wet, heavy thrust, I drove both bone-white claspers into her single vent.

"AAAAH!"

Adella screamed into the moss, her hands clawing at the vegetation. The dual organs stretched her impossibly wide, filling every micron of available space.

"It’s splitting me!" she wailed, half in pain, half in ecstasy. "It’s too big!"

"Take it all," I snarled.

I began to hammer into her. My massive tail thrashed behind me, generating immense torque, driving me forward with the **** of a battering ram. With both rigid organs inside her, she was completely filled, stretched to her absolute limit.

But the cruelty was in the friction.

With every thrust, I ground my rough, grey chest against her exposed back. I sanded her scales, overstimulating her nerves until her skin felt raw and electric.

I opened my jaws and clamped down on the nape of her neck.

CRUNCH.

I broke the skin. I marked her.

She shattered instantly. Her body went rigid, then convulsed around the double intrusion, milking the organs with terrified strength. I poured my seed into her, the pressure immense, flooding her until she overflowed.

I pulled out with a wet pop. She slid down the wall, limp, claimed, and cured of her desire for gentle princes.

I turned immediately to Aquata.

The timid sister with the blue tail was hovering near my flank, her eyes wide, staring at the rough texture of my skin. She wasn't looking at my face; she was looking at the weapon of my body.

"You like the friction, Aquata?" I grunted, swimming past her, letting my flank graze her arm.

She shivered, nodding, mute with lust. "It... it feels like fire. But good fire."

"Then ride the weapon."

I whipped my massive caudal fin around. I didn't wait for her to get ready. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her aggressively onto the thick, muscular stalk of my tail, the caudal peduncle.

"Wrap your tail around it," I ordered. "Lock yourself in."

She coiled her blue tail around my grey one, securing herself against the rough hide.

I began to thrash my tail in a rhythmic, powerful beat, the same motion a shark uses to kill prey.

The rough, shagreen skin sawed back and forth against her exposed slit.

"It burns! It burns!" she squealed, throwing her head back, her hands gripping my dorsal fin for stability.

"Good."

I pulled her up the length of my body until her face was level with mine. Her lower half was still grinding frantically against the sandpaper skin of my tail stalk.

"Look at me."

While she rode my tail, I lined up the claspers with her actual vent.

I impaled her face-to-face.

Aquata gagged as I entered her, her eyes rolling back. She was being stimulated from both ends, the rough skin rasping against her clitoris and the bone-hard organs stretching her vent.

I stared into her eyes as I worked her.

"You aren't shy anymore," I observed.

I bit her shoulder, hard.

She climaxed with a high-pitched shriek, her fluids washing over my stomach, her body twitching in a double orgasm that left her mindless.

I released her, and she floated away, drifting like a stunned fish.

Three left.

I swam toward Alana. The beauty queen with the pink tail. She was watching me with a mix of horror and fascination, touching her own hair.

"You," I said. "Inverted."

I didn't give her time to process. I grabbed the base of her tail. I flipped her upside down in the water. Her head pointed to the floor, her tail to the surface.

I positioned myself below her, belly up.

"The **** Roll," I announced.

I impaled her from below, sliding both claspers deep into her vent. Gravity and buoyancy locked us together in a perverse anchor.

Then, I began to spin.

I rotated my massive body in the water, spinning us both like a drill.

"The room is spinning!" Alana cried out, her pink hair swirling in a vortex around us.

"Don't get sick," I laughed darkly, picking up speed. "Just feel the ****."

The centrifugal **** pushed the blood to her head and the pleasure straight to her womb. The world dissolved into a blur of grey and pink. She couldn't tell up from down; she only knew she was being screwed by a **** of nature.

I released her mid-spin. She drifted upward, dizzy, conquered, and completely disoriented.

I stopped my rotation and looked at the final two.

Andrina and Arista. The duo. The purple and red tails.

They were holding hands, trembling as they looked at the devastation I had wrought on their five sisters. They didn't flee. They floated closer, drawn by the scent of the frenzy.

"You two," I said, swimming toward them slowly, letting the water settle. "You do everything together."

They nodded in unison.

"We share," Arista whispered, her eyes glued to my groin.

"Good," I smiled, my serrated teeth flashing in the bioluminescent light. "Because I have two claspers. And I haven't used them separately yet."

"Double docking?" Andrina whispered, her humor replaced by a dark, ravenous hunger.

"Simultaneous breach."

I gestured with a claw.

"Assume the position. Face each other. Tails up. Vents open."

They obeyed instantly. They hovered in the water, facing each other, chest to chest. They arched their tails upward and outward, exposing their cloacas to the space between them.

I swam up from beneath.

I lined up the anatomy. The claspers were flexible at the base, designed for difficult angles.

I drove the left clasper into Andrina.

I drove the right clasper into Arista.

SCHLICK-POP.

They both gasped in unison, their eyes flying open. They clutched each other’s shoulders for support, their fingernails digging into each other's skin. I was the bridge between them, locking the sisters together in a carnal bond.

"Now," I growled, vibrating against their stomachs. "We move as one."

I began to thrust upward.

Every stroke hit both sisters at the exact same time. It was a mirror image of pleasure. They stared into each other’s eyes, watching their own ecstasy reflected in their sister's face, their mouths open in silent screams.

"Harder!" Arista begged.

"Deeper!" Andrina cried.

I reached up with both hands. I grabbed them by the napes of their necks, pulling them down while I thrust up.

I turned my head.

I bit Andrina on the left shoulder.

I turned my head.

I bit Arista on the right shoulder.

"Mine," I roared, the sound vibrating through their chests.

I released a dual load. I fired a massive volume of seed into both princesses at the exact same second.

They climaxed together, their screams harmonizing, their tails wrapping around my head in a tangled knot of purple and red.

I held them there until I was drained, until the water around us was clouded white.

I withdrew, retracting the claspers into their sheath with a squelching sound.

The two sisters drifted apart, limp and dazed, floating toward the ceiling.

I sank to the sandy floor of the grotto.

The seven sisters of Atlantica lay scattered around the room, dazed, marked, filled, and floating in the aftermath of the frenzy.

I hovered in the center, the Apex Predator, my hunger finally sated.

The school was mine.