////Lakebed event: Shark man boss. Lakebed events are from having gills and using the option to swim instead of boat.
////Requires having encountered sharks. Rare to encounter, much more likely if you've heard from Izma about shark men.
A [i:clang] reverberates through the water, piquing your interest. Your gills can practically taste the sex of the sharks scattered about the lake, and whatever that sound was is definitely shark territory. Naturally, you are curious, but checking that out is undoubtedly dangerous.
[Investigate] [Leave]
///Leave. "Better not risk it."
Maybe another time you'll feel more up to it, but that time isn't now. You swim in the direction [i:away] from that noise, eventually finding nothing more to capture your attention before the shore is in sight.
///Investigate "You knew the world was dangerous before you ever crossed the portal."
Chasing down the source of the clanging, you soon find yourself twisting your body around and under large, coral-encrusted roots to evade shark-girls. While they aren't major threats on their own, you won't get very far fighting every one you come across. Luckily, they seem less attentive than usual.

[bi:Clang.] Louder this time. But as you peek out from another bunch of roots, you find yourself directly in the face of a shark-girl! She jolts back a little, her silver locks floating up and about as if to emphasize her shock. Casting your gaze down at the root, you see she was driving a pick of some sort into the cloudy-pink coral--is it coral?--before you interrupted.

It appears she might speak, but then both of you are caught off-guard by what sounds like an underwater [i:roar], followed by the gnashing of metal. From some crevice nearby, a large and muscular shark-man rushes, swimming with ever-increasing speed directly at you. In a split-second decision, you push off against the roots to gain distance while the shark-girl elects to hide under it instead. The mad shark-man collides with the dense plant-flesh moments later, sending sand, rocks, and other debris around.

The dust settles, and he spots you.
/////FIGHT THE DILF. Indifferent on the design so far.
You are fighting Obed Marsh.
Hulking with power, the shark man ahead of you is at least [if (metric) {a hundred and eighty centimeters|six feet}] tall, covered in gray and white skin, with a frazzled head of silver hair. Adorning his well-toned form are tattoos and accessories, with the most lavish-looking charm being a ruby-encrusted ring around one of his dual cocks. You might hazard a guess that he's in his fifties, but age hardly diminishes him. He is armed with a broken chain.
////STATS
Slightly inaccurate, much more str/tgh than shark-girls, roughly the same intelligence though. Maybe compares well to Izma in combat danger? But easier because of his uncomplicated design.
////Attacks
///Slash. Melee, no cost, basic
The shark-man flails at you with his chain.
///Punch if unarmed, no cost, less damage, slightly less accuracy
The shark-man swings wildly with his fist.
///Thrust. Lust attack, melee, grappling
In a huff, the raving shark attempts to tackle you, thrusting his dual cocks in a manic state! [if (hit) {In moments you find yourself pinned to the lake floor, assaulted by the sensation of his cocks rubbing and prodding your torso.}]
//Thrusting. Lust attack while still grappled
The lustful shark continues humping your prone body, leaving streaks of slick pre where his cocks have been.
///Charge. Ranged, closes distance, fatigue cost. Always uses when at range if possible, two-turn attack.
The shark growls and snarls as he begins to swim faster and faster in your direction!
///Charge part 2. Closes distance even if missing. "Wait" will assure a dodge, but can be dodged without
/hit. Stun chance is 10+difficulty %. (10 on easy, 20 on normal, 30 on hard, etc.)
You're impacted with [b:ruthless force]!
/miss
With a focused movement, you dash through the water, out of the shark-man's path--slightly tumbling in the current that follows him, but reorienting yourself in short order.
/////LATER RE-ENCOUNTER IF RAN AWAY FROM FIGHT (no warning)
A heavily injured--and visibly well-fucked--shark-girl appears to be half-conscious with a shark-girl-shaped imprint in the muddy lakebed just beneath her. Beyond her are a number of underwater dwellings, and the scent of sex carries strong here. It might be prudent to flee--

The shark-man you saw before starts charging at you!
/////VICTORY
Your assailant crumples into a growling, horny fit, [if (lust loss) {beating his dicks in futility|groaning from the pain as his twin-dicks still throb}]. From a crevice beneath a rock-encrusted root, a shark-girl hesitantly ventures out. As she nears the man, he flinches and lashes out, keeping her away.
[Help Satisfy] [Watch] [disableif (!isMer) {[Calm Him]}]
/////Calm Him. Disabled: "There may be an aquatic melody that calms the mightiest tempest." else "Use the soothing melody you know in your heart to quell the rage."
/////Watch. "She probably knows how to deal with him."
The shark-girl seizes the older shark-man, embracing him from behind and gripping one of his dicks in her hand. His body is still tense with residual aggression, but his breath is ragged, and his dual cocks throb with need; he does not fight her off.

Encouraged, she lowers herself between his legs, fingers tracing the ridges of his lengths. She strokes him with slow, practiced motions, her fingers gliding along the slick surface of his shafts, coaxing him toward release. However, his breath hitches, and his restraint crumbles. With an explosion of movement, he surges forward, knocking her off balance. Her eyes widen, but before she can react, he grips her by the thighs, pulling her legs wide. His strength is undeniable, even in defeat--she doesn't resist it for more than a brief flicker, a moment where she tries to slow him down, but he is not going to hold back.

One thick cock presses against her entrance, sliding in with little effort thanks to her growing arousal. A shudder runs through her, mouth agape as she adjusts to the girth. He doesn't give her long. You watch his grip tighten, fingers sinking into the girl's thighs as he thrusts up into her, forcing her to take him deeper. The pitched squeal that follows denotes both shock and pleasure, and she presses her face into his chest to muffle herself as he begins to move her along his length like a sex-sleeve.

But it isn't enough.

A growl rumbles from his throat, and before she can react, his second cock presses insistently against her ass. Her body tenses, and for a moment, she looks like she might resist. But then he pushes, forcing himself inside her, stretching her til her eyes roll back. The water carries the vibrations of their rut to you, their scent and taste washing over your senses and begging your body to see to its own needs as well[if (isgenderless) {; alas, you've no genitals to quell this feeling, left only to watch|[if (lust + libido > 75 && !istaur) {; and so, you give in to the impulse, [hands] eagerly exploring your loins[if (!isnakedlower) {, disrobing the bare minimum to access it}]|--but you bite your lip, not [if (istaur) {able to easily satisfy your bestial anatomy|yet driven to the point of slaking yourself in the open}]}]}]. The shark-man braces the girl against the muddy sand of the lakebed, mercilessly filling both of her holes.

She clutches at him, panting and gasping. The thought that she might be able to sate his need seems an illusion now. He has taken over, fucking her with deep, pounding strokes that make her body jerk and tremble with every impact. The water around them ripples violently from the force of his thrusts, tiny bubbles slipping between their bodies as the pressure builds.

Her cries rise higher, [if (lust + libido > 75 && !istaur && !isgenderless) {the pace of your masturbation unconsciously trying to match the intensity|[if (lust > 30 && !isTaur && !isgenderless) {your [hands] compelled to see to your [genitalsdetail]. [if (isnakedlower) {Unhindered by any cover, you begin|Uninhibited as you let the sight captivate you, you loose your [armor][if (haslowergarment) { and [lowerwear]}] before beginning}] to work yourself into a frenzy|your face flushing at the passionate display}]}]. Her arms shake, her fingers flex uselessly against his skin and then, with a final, desperate cry, she convulses, her muscles tensing up as she no-doubt clamps down around both of his shafts amid an emphatic orgasm.[if (lust > 30 && !isTaur && !isgenderless) { The rush has you [if (hasCock) {jerking with overzealous might}][if (isHerm) { and }][if (hasVagina) {grinding your digits against your clitoral hood, then pushing into the slick divide[if (!isvirgin) { to finger your hungry, needy hole}]}]. The thought crosses your mind that, if your body was this hot and bothered, maybe you should have joined the sharks, but you wince back the thought and focus on more fervid masturbation. The shark-man continues to pound without restraint or consideration, just a mad lust that must be quenched, and you keep up with his momentum while fixating on the visual of his two penises stretching her holes. Finally overcome by it all, you shudder and gasp and release an orgasm you are all too grateful to reach.}]

He follows suit, pace stuttering, and with a deep, guttural growl, he slams her down onto him, burying to the hilt. The pair twitch, groan, and whine as he empties himself into her.

When it's over, she slumps down, floating limply on his cocks. Any aggression appears to have subsided. The only sound is their shared, heavy breathing.
//Orgasm unless isTaur, isgenderless, or lust < 31. In any of those cases, add lust.
/////Help Satisfy. "Two dicks obviously call for two people."