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made.”
    Llawan felt himself flush at the suggestion, but decided to ignore the strange tingle in his fin. “We were made by the gods!”
    “And what did the gods make this for?” Rhys licked his lips and reached out to cup Llawan's cheeks, holding him in place. If this tender gesture wasn't unexpected enough, a third hand trailed up Llawan's tail and traced the edges of his genital slit. He clicked in surprise, tensing in the shark’s arms. It wasn't long since he had reached maturity and no one had ever touched him there. Then again, maybe Rhys was just curious about the unfamiliar anatomy. Llawan knew land dwelling men did not retract their genitals into their bodies.
    “Why?”
    “I like to learn about bodies. Moulding the flesh is one of my passions,” Rhys said and pulled back his hand, only to take the glove off and return his fingers to the slit.
    “No.” Llawan flinched in his grip, splashing the water with his fin. “You free me!”
    “I just want to see,” Rhys growled in obvious annoyance, but he didn’t even blink. He was in complete control of his tense, powerful body and in one quick move, grabbed Llawan’s arms and pulled him back into place.
    “Not yours to see!” Llawan tried to struggle, but it was futile. Rhys was far stronger than him and he had a total of six limbs.
    “Stay still,” was all he got, before he felt two nail-less fingers slide into the pouch inside his body, teasing the tip of his penis.
    Llawan screeched, batting his tail as energetically as he could, but during the struggle, his eyes met the empty space at the outer edge of his hand. He still felt its presence, but when he moved the muscles as he would when he still had the missing digit, only the finger next to it gave a little twitch of response.
    “It will leave a scar, but will not hurt,” Rhys said casually, while moving his fingers in the slit with the care of a healer. Llawan stirred in his arms with a slight gasp as he sensed warmth around his cock. It felt so different than when he was touching it himself, and his eyes fell shut.
    “Mm... And it grows, like a human’s?” Rhys used another hand to pull the flaps of the slit open.
    The gentle slide of fingers against the tender flesh inside pressed a moan out of Llawan’s lips, and he stopped struggling altogether. Even the soothing water he was immersed in seemed to warm up. “Y... yes.” He used his free hand to gather his hair and dared to look down. Beneath the trembling surface of the water, two pale hands touched him where he was most sensitive. He felt his face and chest flush with so much heat it couldn't be cooled by the water and evening breeze alone.
    “Oh, it does.” Rhys kept looking down with no shame whatsoever. “It’s swelling already. Is it a good feeling?”
    Llawan yelped when he saw one of Rhys’s hands disappear between the rapidly swelling folds of his slit. It felt so full he was aching, submitted to pleasure that sucked him in like a deep, underwater well. “Yes. You know, too.”
    “I don’t have anything like it. Though I know most species find being caressed there highly desirable.”
    Llawan blinked, suddenly interested in the secret lying between Rhys’s thighs. “Like fish?”
    “No, not like a fish.” It brought a grin to his face, but he never stopped touching Llawan’s slit and penis, until it started poking out like a snail out of its shell.
    “So how your people do it?” Llawan couldn’t help but hold on to the other man’s large, odorless body. He was out of the tank, bathed in cool water and for the first time, someone was giving him pleasure. He was torn by the conflict between gratitude for the promise of freedom and disgust, which was still lingering deep in his throat. The man ate his finger.
    Rhys pulled the flaps open, to have a better look at the smooth penis and that alone made Llawan’s genitals swell even harder. “Do what? Mate?”
    Llawan nodded, hypnotized by his stone-like eyes.
    “In