Harrison was easily lifted into the air, tenderly pushed against the shower wall by the still-clothed, battle-worn behemoth he called his mate. She barely gave him a second to catch his breath before she shoved her broad tongue into his mouth.

He pushed back into her affection, kissing as much as he could, gripping the sides of her head. Calloused met with smooth skin, kneading eagerly. Any semblance of a normal massage was torn apart the second she pressed her body into his, her hips grinding against his legs in a rampant need, uncaring of how many layers of clothing were between them.

Her patience was long gone. Every flick of her tongue punctured between his lips, her massive hands greedily grabbing at any part of him they could. Every inhibition she ever had was thrown away the moment they walked into the bathroom. Her entire body moved with her kisses, drawing energy from all of those massages where their undiscovered lusts nearly broke the veil.

His libido had been waiting for God-knows how long to unfurl all ten feet of this alien woman.

He pushed her head away from his. His tongue was yanked taut as she uncurled her own off it and pulled back, revealing at least a foot of a licking muscle hanging over her rows of sharp teeth. Her eyes were laser-focused on him, breathing heavily through subtle confusion.

The sexually-repressed engineer softly tugged on her poncho, trying to take it off. His shoulders heaved with the same exhausting, in-the-moment excitement. "We still smell like… burnt bugs. C'mon… Take it off."

She damn near ripped the garment away as if it was on fire, immediately digging into the hem of his own shirt with her lower arms. Her talons scratched along his sweat-lined sides, sparking lightning in his nerves.

The immediate logistical problems of getting it fully off gave him enough freedom to weasel out of her grasp and return to the ground, in which he immediately abused. Harrison rid himself of the sticky, entangling cloth and pressed his palms into her waist, thrusting the unsuspecting shark into the side of the stall and managing to twist the shower hinge on in one fell swoop.

Who cared if their clothes got wet? It's not like he nor she needed them anytime soon.

She gladly went along with his groping hands, helping him pull her tank top off completely. He stroked her love handles, enjoying every second of her cool skin as the shower slowly steamed up the air.

The slabs of muscle beneath twitched and flexed as he went lower, teasing the waistband of her black mechanic's jeans. The soft, white section of her stomach felt amazingly pliable against his fingertips, offering an entirely different yet delightfully alluring sensation compared to the ceramic-like sturdiness of the maroon half around her sides and back. Every scar his hands roamed over felt like little valleys of strength.

He reached around to unclip the tail section of her pants free, leaving wet kisses along her abs. Every finger he slipped around the edge caused her to suck in another desperate breath. The hands she placed around his head and shoulders squeezed when he tugged it down.

An unsatiated curiosity and burning passion forced his hand further, dragging the tight pants down over her plump ass and getting caught on her burly thighs. All that remained were a pair of tight shorts she used in place of boxers. The fabric hugged her body tightly, perfectly outlining the curves and tone of her hips and…

Two fin-like shapes, the size of his hands, pressed against the inside of her legs. They stretched against the last bastion of cloth around Shar's modestly, pulsing with desire as his fingers drew closer. His palms picked up a thicker moisture in the material of her shorts as they cornered his goal… a liquid desire that had been there long before the shower.

His heart pounded and her breathing hitched as he caressed the edges of the fins around her sex. She bucked her hips toward him, thrusting her lower appendages into his hands and letting out a low, growling groan from the pressure.

Harrison glanced up. Shar's entire face blushed purple as she continued to hump into the air, desperately trying to force his heat into her. He had no clue what he was really even fondling—it was a far cry from anything human—but every time he squeezed and massaged, it coaxed another shiver through her entire body.

His shoulders ached under her hold, his back straining against her assertive clutch. But he couldn't stop. Not while she arched over him, baring her teeth in a struggle to hold in her deep moans. Prods were met with heavier breaths, strokes along the ridges turning them into grunts, with each wave of her lust thrusting into him.

Her appendages pulsed in his hold, lashing against their fabric prison. He was inclined to let them free with how sensitive she was—

His alien lover clenched everything, damn-near whimpering through her teeth. She threw him off, pain flaring from his back the instant he impacted the opposite wall.

Everything stopped.

The trickle of the running shower filled in the silence.

Harrison shrugged off the pulsing on his back, a sinking feeling stabbing through him. He worriedly looked up at the massive woman still towering over him in the stall. She trembled with her own shaky, growling breaths, her eyes almost incapable of meeting his own.

A million thoughts battered his head as he realized how little he knew about her lower half. Cold guilt and tension froze his nerves. Words flowed straight out of his mouth. "I'm so sorry, Shar. W-What happened? I didn't mean to… Did I hurt you?"

The paladin shook her head violently, her shoulders slouching in on themselves in guilt. "N-No! There was no pain, dearest. I… Something was happening! Y-You were electrocuting me with the pressure… In a good way! And, I was lost in your massage, but…"

She looked deeply into him, her eyes glowing in anxiousness. "This is not mating! I am not relieving your stress!"

The air had lost its heat, just about forcing him to realize how his heavy, water-soaked pants were barely held up by a singular, bulging point. His breathing slowed, but his heart rate didn't under the immediate confusion. He held a hand out, squinting in uncertainty. "Well, what does that matter? That felt good for you, didn't it?"

"Yes… but we are supposed to be as one! Our sexes are meant to combine with bliss and ease. Our bodies are to be lost in one another's, trading these fires within our bellies! A-And I am meant to please you. It is selfish for myself to take your adoration!"

Harrison huffed, a half-incredulous, half-comforting smile coming across his lips. He reached out and took two of Shar's massive mitts in his own, happily tempering his boiling lust—which was just about clawing into him before then—with a few deep breaths to slow down and share a moment of warmth.

"And what about you? I want to see you 'pleased.' Hell, there's nothing more I wanna see after how hard you strained yourself today… I get what you mean by doing this together, but it means just as much for me to see you happy as, you know, actually getting off. Plus, that thing's kind of expected? At least, for humans."

The half-clothed engineer softly pulled her down until she was on her knees, somewhat equaling the heights, even if she took up three-fourths of the rather large stall with her splayed legs. "But that's beside the point. I love you." He kissed her on the edge of her snout, holding it for a moment. "Your happiness means a lot to me, so this goes both ways. I would do anything for you, you know that?"

Her ears fondly flattened, her palms squeezing around his. Yet, the way her abs flexed and folded her by the waist told him she hadn't lost an ounce of horny shark in her. "So let us consummate! Allow me to do for you what you will for me."

"Alright… But why don't we finish showering up first and then bring it to the bunk room?" he offered, making use of the lull in his libido.

She reluctantly nodded. "O-Of course. Tracy and Cera did say it is proper to bathe first."

The paladin waited an awkward second, waiting for him to make the first move… Fuck it. Any reservations he had about the whole 'alien' part had to be dealt with. Both of them were getting off one way or another today.

His cargo pants fell to the floor with a wet smack, letting his fully naked body soak in the hot steam of the shower. Shar's massive frame tensed. Her eyes locked onto his waist, widening with a terribly covered sheen of interest and confusion.

"…only one? …larger than what Cera said it…"

"What?" he asked, not entirely sure of what he heard.

"F-Forgive me." She shook her head and stood up, forced to bow her head underneath the ceiling.

Her own attire required a little shimmying on account of her wide thighs, firm glutes, and thick tail. A growing curiosity came over him as he absently busied himself by grabbing a bar of soap, his eyes never leaving her.

She had no shame in shoving her pants all the way down. The two fins between her legs popped forward the second her 'underwear' went to her knees. They flared out and pulsed the same way his dick did, acting as enthusiastic landing guides for the thin slit between her legs.

There was a lot more than just shower water dripping between her hips.

…Her anatomy was far more familiar than he was expecting, all things considered. Drinking in the sight of his mate had him painfully hard, his foggy, aroused mind imagining all the ways he could turn this apex predator into a puddle of shark with how sensitive her extra appendages were.

Harrison stepped toward her, soap in hand. She held her hand out to take it, but he pushed through her taloned hand and pressed the bar into her softly-blue-blushing abs, tracing across the beautifully toned creases they left. The soft reset on his horniness gave him another chance to appreciate her body. It was… entrancing. Refined beyond any benchmark he ever had.

The way her broad muscles slipped between rock-hard and pliable between massive thighs and a sturdy midriff caught his eye. Her entire frame was the kind of thing they'd make marble statues out of, perfectly defining a thin line between domineering beast and feminine perfection.

A plethora of scars cut across her entire body. Each were marks of won battles, continuous bravery, and near-death experiences that she grew from. Almost like rings inside a tree, proving she had the experience. Maybe some people would see them as skin deformations, but at that moment, they looked more like strokes of hardy paint over a canvas of glorious strength.

…How ironic was it that she worshiped a goddess, but damn-well had the form of one herself?

His Malkrin, his paladin… was a masterpiece in every conceivable way. She was a beautiful warrior with a fierce determination in her heart, all while holding an endless compassion in her eyes and a grin on her snout. How could he possibly resist her?

His cleaning massage went over every part he could reasonably reach. He took more than one opportunity to grope her firm ass, reveling in the size and muscle within as his fingers got lost in layers of fat. Each squeeze made her hum in appreciation. A firm spank caused her to let loose another growling groan.

He looked up at her with a smirk, and she grinned back, her frills vibrating and her tail thwacking against the walls in excitement. Shar licked her lips and reached an arm over the shower partitions and grabbed her own bar of soap from the next stall over.

She fell to her knees again, grabbing him close and starting her own thinly-veiled 'massage.' Roaming hands were hardly contained as he felt up all ten-feet of alien muscle that he rightly called his, and her greedy talons caressed every inch of bare skin he had.

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It was tense but sweet. His hands would get dangerously close to the center of her lust, and then she would suddenly bring him in for a hug, of all things. It was all over the place. Hell, he even went about scrubbing her back because she sure as hell couldn't reach everywhere, and her tail made its presence known by constricting around his thighs, her fins stroking the sides of his flaring length.

The eager paladin drank up any warmth his skin had to offer, completely uncaring of how hot the shower itself was. She was infatuated with every part of his body. What she didn't squeeze, she groped, and what she didn't grope, she dragged her tongue across.

Only God knew how long the shower was, but it hardly felt like any time passed before his hands went for her sensitive fins again. Her groan shook the bathroom floor, cutting the last strand of 'decency' he had.

One thing led to another, and his mouth got involved. The taste of fermented honey lingered on his tongue as he took in everything between her waist and thighs. He reveled in the feeling of her lower fins pulsing and slapping against his temples… The two of them quickly and wordlessly decided they had cleaned up enough.

She picked him up and rushed out of the bathroom, washing the cool air of the barracks over his wet, bare skin.

That very moment struck him through the raging lust. The beautifully naked, scar-covered body of his ever-strong paladin inspired the same chest-sinking love in his heart as her armored form just an hour ago. From slaughtering bugs with a growl to licking him from neck to waist.

She was amazing… And by God, he loved her.

Shar let him down into their nest of mattresses, blankets, and pillows, right underneath the line of lockers, pinning his shoulders down and cupping his cheeks. Her eyes lit up in the dim room, orange flares of sheer devotion burning into him.

"May I lead?" she whispered tenderly.

He nodded, placing his palm on her hand and entwining his fingers with hers. The massive woman sat up fully over his thighs and placed her upper claws on top of the lockers, shuffling even closer.

"I have yearned for this far longer than either of us have known."

Her lower fins glided along the side of his hips like wet licks, lukewarm drips of her lust and shower water falling onto his tip and sliding down the length. He held his breath. Every muscle tensed in anticipation, exhausted from days of teasing.

Her bottom hands gripped his shoulders tightly, clenching. A cool and slick pressure slid along the edge of his dick, sliding up, and—

A singular thrust pushed all the air out of his lungs. He could feel her tight muscles wring around him like coils, pulling and grasping him further in. She lowered herself with a needy whine. Inch by inch, she rapidly drew in breaths to fuel her equally desperate moans.

He placed a hand on her hip, coaxing another sharp pant, while his other hand still held onto hers. She glanced down at him with love in her eyes as both of them breathed for a moment. Half of him wanted nothing more than to lean up and kiss the woman he'd loved, and the other half was held up in a tragically tense limbo of desire, eager for more of anything Shar.

Every flare of his head and clench of her insides pushed him closer to the height of pleasure. The way she shivered and flexed everything at a simple touch cascaded frictional satisfaction into him, making him feel like it was his first time again. She was new and in love, and he was enamored by every inch of her.

She pushed down again, and her head flew backwards, pushing a heavy sigh through clenched teeth. Gravity carried her until her lips met his pelvis, sopping wet and leaking down through his legs.

Harrison massaged her side, softly helping her lift her scarred frame again. She struggled to rise, tensing on the way up before thrusting several hundred kilograms of shark muscle into him. He clenched his teeth, melting in her coiling interior.

Again and again, she strained herself up in the face of her trembling legs just to fall down into him with a delightful 'slap' of skin and wet lust between them. It took her a while to find a rhythm of gyration, sliding her hips forward and backward with the motions.

He pushed back when he could. He gripped when he wanted. He was lost in their synchronistic engine, pistoning into each other with stronger thrusts each cycle.

Her gasps for air became ragged groans. She let her head fall limp, her beautiful eyes staring into him, glowing with resonating devotion in stark contrast to her bared teeth. Talons painfully squeezed into his shoulders, while their upper counterparts depressed the metal locker above him. The plush skin of her tail flickered around his legs, swiftly pulling them up and wrapping her cool exterior around every inch she could. Her hind appendage shuddered as her interior coils and lower fins pulsed in tune with the flurry of a heartbeat.

It was coarse but felt like heaven. Every shake was euphoric, and each shiver bolted between the two of them.

Her rhythm suddenly shattered with a terse groan. Her thrusts frantically fell into a rapid, desperate rocking of her hips into his, rubbing back and forth to squeeze every inch of him. She pushed with every growling howl until spasms flickered through her entire body, forcing sharp fingers into the skin of his shoulder in a tense moment of pain and pleasure. The very lockers screamed the same as her voice in his head, warping the metal in a flare of strength.

…And she stopped, nearly limp. Her womanhood continued to clench and strain against his length in her, while her exterior was rampant with twitching thighs, a trembling lower back, and a heaving chest.

His brain tingled in the pounding afterglow, prodded with a foreign heat he hadn't felt before. It was quick-lived, swept away by the tender sight of his lover's lazy eyes.

Their breathing entwined, his hot with her cool, mixing in the air between their shared grins. She was drained, but he hadn't reached his end. The way she teased him with her sopping-wet folds and winding inner muscles built up inside him.

He wanted more. He needed more. His throbs hurt with an unreleased desire.

Months of stress and repression of his base impulses combined with an unhealthy amount of bloody combat and performance drugs. The simmering mixture was set to blow over, enhanced and orchestrated by the endless hope of a liberation by his mates that hadn't gone through for days.

And Shar… Shar just blew the lid.

"Your warmth… is immaculate… dearest," she purred through her lust-drunk stupor. "I knew I… always wanted it… within me… This is… perfect."

He hummed tersely. His skin crawled with libido, lungs on fire in the wanton musk of his sweat and the floral pheromones she infused into the room. He slipped his legs out of her tail. She was still wracked by intermittent shakes when he gripped her sides and rotated her backward.

Her loose grip gave out, letting the mass of muscle and love hit the blankets with a 'fwumpf.' The motions slipped him out of her, reintroducing his bare excitement to the dry air, desperate to find the bliss of Shar's depths again.

His giant lover was struck out of her daze, wide eyes staring back into him now that she was on the bottom.

"M…More?" she questioned, surprised and delighted.

"More," Harrison greedily asserted. He gripped her lower fins, coaxing a cascading shudder through her, and positioned himself against her leaking folds.

Shar could only moan and wrap her tail around his back while he rubbed his tip along her slit. "B-Bottom one… is safe."

Harrison didn't question her, finding a lower hole in her drenched folds. For as alien as she was, there were some things hardwired into his brain.

His hips bucked straight into her coils, cutting through droves of her liquid pleasure. His fingers eagerly dug into the plump flesh of her hips. Impatient thrusts steered her entirely, short strokes teasing out whimpers and deep thrusts striking through her like lightning.

The half-limp apex predator anchored herself to his shoulders and sides, thighs squeezing with waning strength and lathered in her love juices. He battered her in his own tempo. Any pacing was lost while his hips took full control, basking his length in every ounce of her contracting muscles.

Her whines and low-pitched groans fueled him further. Watching the massive woman grip onto him for dear life put a fire into his heart. The horny shark never stopped shuddering, leaking pools of her desire onto the cloth they laid on. She drooled through clenched teeth. Cloudy eyes barely capable of meeting his.

The predatory human leaned forward and reached out, grabbing her lower arm and pulling on her between deep thrusts until he managed to latch his opposite hand onto another. His in-the-moment, raging desire pushed his muscles to their peak. His chest strained in the effort to rip her up from the floor.

He wanted kisses. She was going to be kissed.

Her trembling abs folded the second he pulled on her horns with both hands, yanking her muzzle into him. She struggled to keep her lips together through half-muffled, rapturous groans. But he didn't care. He smooched everything he could, letting her feverishly lick him in return.

His back burned under the sheer tension of the position. His arms gave in under the hundreds of kilograms, yet his grip held. Her sharp-pointed outcrops, symbols of her dedication to him and the solidification of their love by her society, became handles to abuse his position. He ground his hips against her, flexing his arms to empower every thrust and driving his alien lover to the edges of sanity with how she whined between drawn-out gasps. Low moans and sharp pants had long since become one and the same.

Her lower arms wrapped around his glutes, desperately pulling his hips into her through the orgasms that sent shivers through her entire body, while their upper half drew blood from his back with their tips, showing the lengths her body went to expel the last of her strength.

"Mmhuuuuhhh… Creator! Oh, Creator, m-more! I beg of you, more!" she screamed directly into his brain. "Deliver your stress upon my lust! Entwine our fires!"

Everything built up in a matter of seconds, every pump, every touch, every growl pushing him further to the end. The fire of lust in her eyes channeled right into him. It struck him beyond any physical means. Foreign pools of burning desire trickled up his veins, igniting the presence of a second heart racing right next to his—hers.

It was alien but oh-so familiar. Shar's rampaging thirst for everything him coursed through him, the depths of her love revealed as an essence of reverence and tenderness and endearment she directed right into him.

He hauled her in close for one more kiss, the taste of her lips ripping open the dam he held in. A moment of collapse shot fire through his veins.

His abs flexed, and he slammed his hips into her awaiting bliss, delivering wave after wave of his warmth into her shaking body. He thrusted over and over, each marginally less violent than the last, as the release took the wind from his knees and the light from his eyes. It was a never-ending ripple of pleasure, with only the darkness creeping in from his peripherals ending it.

It must have been minutes before he managed to look up, having apparently fallen into his lover's muscled yet squishy stomach. His head spun. His foggy mind had him kiss her belly. He absently peppered her scars for some time, given his limbs felt squeezed dry, leaving only television static around his bones.

"You burn me up… from inside… dearest… I feel every… drop of… your passion," she hummed through heavy breaths. Even her rumbling purrs were rattled by her shuddering.

His heart pounded against her cool hips, yet it wasn't alone. There was another beat right beside it, pulsing in his ribs and alongside him, loving alongside him, dreaming beside him. His cloudy mind assumed it had always been with him, the warmth of its flaming tendrils waiting for this very moment to break the barrier and suffuse into him.

He laid there and closed his eyes… And, it felt like he was submerged in a warm bath, despite Shar's tepid skin… But it wasn't on his skin. Comfort and heat caressed his nerves in soft ripples. There was a small heaven to bask in. It was foreign, thrumming through him from that second beat.

And he knew, without opening his eyes, it was her embodiment. Her presence. Her fire. Her embrace. It seeped through him and resonated in his own heart. There was no confusion at the alien experience, only gratefulness for how nice it was.

His arms wrapped around her and squeezed. The singular motion drew a sigh from her, cascading the muscles within until he felt her coils tighten around him. A bolt of pleasure shocked the two of them.

The second his length flared against the pressure was the second that puddle of warmth in his veins boiled into something heavier… steamier.

He glanced up at her, the heartbeat next to his own racing with desire. It matched the lidding of her eyes. No manner of orange glow could hide the temptation oozing from her and directly into his veins. Her grip on his shoulders and hips clenched, churning the steam in him further. Every aspect of her mimicked the foreign swelling of libido.

Shar's talons dug into his glutes and greedily pulled him in as her emotions flowed into his veins like adrenaline. The rampant invasion of her lust tore through his limbs. It turned his breath ragged and clenched his teeth.

His hips collapsed into her desire and thrusted again, igniting another growl from the apex predator, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

And it was only the beginning. She coursed through him with every move as they made love. Her desperately flaring libido added like kerosene to his fire, raising the flames higher and higher with every orgasm.

He mated with her like a man possessed, position after position, dragging her through the room through every cycle of animalistic rutting and sensual kissing between each climax. Every want was fulfilled, every touch a worship of its own. She whined for kisses and screamed for more, tearing and gripping and pulling on anything her hands could grip, leaving dents in the lockers and scars on his back.

But he didn't care. She was everything on his mind, a drug he needed to survive, coercing him ever further into the carnal demands of her rampant heartbeat. She ignited a tense, hip-bruising thirst in him with a singular look, tearing him out of the post-orgasm warmth of that heated puddle.

The further they went, the more he felt… her. What she felt. What she wanted. What she needed. Pieces of her fell into place with every moment of rest they shared. The mere area around her was infused with aspects of her thoughts and the depths of lust within. Her heated embraces swaddled him in tenderness that blossomed in her heart. Small kisses she left lingered with love that curled her lips into heart-melting smiles. Thrusts from exhausted legs drove her stomach-bound fire of sensual hunger into him until he was out of breath.

His body wasn't just the destination of her physical desires, nor her pulsating emotions, but a second half of her soul. He was so lost in her that he didn't even notice it, drenched in the moment of pure adoration.

But it felt right. For as much as she wanted to serve him, to be his protector and lover, he had always been hers… Head over heels for his gentle warrior. Every climax brought them closer together in every way possible. Her depths of delight and desire were beautiful.

She deserved it. She deserved everything. So, he gave all he could until his legs gave out.

…And through it all, her glowing eyes never lost their luster. They were the last thing he saw as he looked up at her from his place in her arms.

He could hardly keep his heavy lids from falling, but with the last of his mortal will, he reached up to her. His hand cupped her cheek, and his lips pressed into hers.

There was no outer world. No factories. No settlement. No battles. No nightmares. No death… Nothing.

Just her lips. Just her embrace. Just her love.

Just Shar.

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