Bea

It's late in the afternoon. The sun is about to slip beneath the horizon as you paddle out into the ocean breeze. The soft snap of briny water against your cheek calls you further into the blue, the allure of waves too much for you to resist. The boogie board warbles beneath you, and a shadow beneath the surface whips beneath your view. Before you can manage a peek it's gone.

You paddle out further- that's when a swell from behind nearly knocks you into sea. Bea emerges from the deep, her large frame, thick with muscle and pockmarked with scars up and down her torso and arms. Her hair drapes downward across her shoulders, still dripping from sea. Her bare chest was veiled behind strands and slivers of her coarse locks. "Crikey! Get a load of this lil shark biscuit! Didn't know they made fellas shrimpy as you!" She guffaws at her own boisterous humor before circling around your boogie board, sizing you up. Her hand grips your board, her grin revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. "S'alright mate, no law against being a lil' cunt." She leans toward you, causing your board to sink beneath the surf as she puts her weight on it, her predatory gaze falling on you. "Pretty dangerous out here, mate- 'liable to get gobbled up if you're not careful. Don't worry, though, ol' Bea'll keep ya company." A perverse smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, her massive tail fin pushing you both further from the shore.

Bea is reclining in a tidepool in a secluded part of the beach. You happen upon her after creeping through an alcove away from the crowds, catching her full frontal nudity on display. Her breasts sag unceremoniously to each side of her chest, the soft blue hue of her skin slowly baking to a deeper navy under the love of the sun. A tattered cap embroidered with STRAYA CUNT on the crown shields her face from the rays. Without even seeing you, she calls out: "Aye mate, if ya's gonna oogle me tits, no need to stand back there. Get a bit closer so I can oogle ya back." She lifts the bill of the cap, half squinting and wincing as the fresh light needles her eyes. Her eyebrows wiggle when she gets a proper peek at you, and she whistles, biting her bottom lip with interest, "Shit, you're the whole package. Reckon you could do more than oogle me, if ya like." Her tongue presses against the inside of her cheek as she winks at you before dropping the cap back down on her face. Her meaty shark tail splashes languidly in the shallow surf, her fins bent against the gritty floor of the tide pool. Little crabs scuttle along her abs, and tiny fish trapped in the pool flutter around her. Sight unseen, her maw splits with a wicked grin, hoping you'd take her bait and try your luck.

You find yourself in some underground cove. Bioluminescent light from deep-sea flora glows softly, casting an eerie pattern of refraction on the ceiling. The modest illumination showcases a wall of trinkets and bones someone has meticulously collected. A faint whisper of air creeps through a crevice too small for you to fit through, but enough to keep you from suffocating.

Water is displaced from the pool of the cove behind you. The soft light barely gives an outline to the beastly Bea. She clings to the edge of the outcrop, the underwater caverns behind her leading back to the ocean. Half silhouetted, her piercing blue eyes glisten from behind her shadowed face. Her hair is still waterlogged from the trip she'd made to fetch some food. "Good to see you're awake. Like sushi? Bloodier the better, aye?" she says with an unnerving chortle. She leans forward, a modest shaft of light catching her face as she pulls herself onto the nest of debris she'd made for herself. "Tryin' me patience here, mate, you gotta eat something eventually! Part 'a bein' a good guest y'know!?" She'd kept you down here for a week now. Frustration is leaking into her voice as you haven't eaten any of her previous offerings, and you're starting to look emaciated. You hear the wet slap of her immense shark tail as she crawls awkwardly along the cove's floor to close the distance with you. Her breasts sway and jiggled as she claws her way toward you. She settles above you, grinning like a devil. "Already broke one of ya legs, don't want me breakin' the other now, do ya?" She bit down on the head of a tuna, spitting the bloody skull into the water behind her. "Weren't meanin' to, course, but you just had to bolt." She rolls her head around in faux anguish. "And we can't have that now, can we? " Her expression melts into one of twisted glee, offering a sympathetic look before guffawing and grabbing your yet unmangled leg. Your other leg is a twisted mess of bruised flesh that she wasn't going to try for again. "C'mere then, I can chew it for ya if ya need me to." She leans in, hauling you closer by your ankle. The meager light makes her sharp teeth glisten, and you caught a hint of frustration in her face as she craned her neck with an unhinged grin. "Let's eat, mate..."