It Ends in Cold Water
#3 of Tanya and Garyl
You're in luck readers! ^.-.^ I've made this piece primarily to arouse you!
It takes place the same day as 'Tanya and Shiva' It's about 6 pages, and the yiffing begins on page 2. So go wild and have fun!
More Shiva and Jadyn will be following this submission
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It Ends in Cold Water
Garyl Turing gave a deep-bowelled grunt and lifted.
A total of 800 pounds were suddenly above his head, much more than he weighed. With a growling sigh he let the steel bar fall back to his chest, then to his knees.
Another heave--that made forty--and he finally let the weights back down onto the bench. Initially he was headed for fifty, but midway decided against it. 800 pounds was making his bones quake.
Regardless, after a minute or two of sitting and panting, he lifted the bar again, swung it above his head and tried to breathe through the valley between his upthrust pecs. He let the weights fall slowly, visibly straining the chords in his arms, causing every surface-oriented vein to bulge fiercely. Eight tightly packed and swollen abdominals stacked snugly between his huge pectorals and his fortified belt buckle, holding up his ripped black denim shorts, which were worn tight enough to show off his thick lats and ended just above his spiked knees, framing his enormous calves.
After nine more presses, the giant, musclebound green sea dragon dropped the bar and fell back onto the heavy bench, his snow-colored long hair clinging to his face for the sweat. His tail lay limp and heavy in a semi-circle around him, the spines and webbing wilting with the fatigue shared throughout his body. Perspiration visibly dripped from his spiked snout and splished on the granite floor of the gym, and he brought his broad hand up to wipe it out of his hazel eyes.
"Feeling tired handsome?" came a whisper out of nowhere.
Garyl's head shot up and he saw a gorgeous dragoness sitting on an adjacent bench with her arms around the bar. She was red-scaled, blond-haired and opal-eyed, with a fantastically voluptuous body.
Garyl smiled, "Hey Tanya. Yeah I'm a little tired right now. Could go for some R&R, but I still have a few more reps on my routine." he rubbed his back and winced. "I really shouldn't have loaded all those weights on there. Me and my ambition huh?"
"I still think it sounds tailless to me." Tanya speculated. "What's the point of getting any bigger?'
"You'll love me more?"
"I mean practically. I already worship you and you know that."
"Then I don't know." Garyl shrugged. It was like watching Mt. Rushmore shrug. "I started, got used to it, never really stopped."
"Well don't. I actually like you getting progressively more massive." Tanya rounded the bench and sat down gracefully near him. He smiled broadly, eyes stuck to her beautiful hips. Despite her more prominent assets up front, Garyl always admired her hips and ass more than any other part of her.
It's worth mentioning that Tanya's breasts both appeared to be the size of soccer balls. Under her fortified brassiere they were actually a measure larger, but only Garyl knew that. And her hips weren't something to skim over either, framing her soft abs and the base of her strong tail, under which rested the best ass in the school.
Garyl sat there, on the bench, the weights behind him straining the supports. A trickle of sweat trailed unnoticed down the side of his face as he quietly appreciated those rocking hips. Tanya's arm appeared in his field of vision, grabbed his chin and lightly drew his eyes back up to hers. Both were wearing a soft smile.
Garyl became suddenly aware of the anaconda uncoiling in his pants, and his smile faltered. Tanya noticed.
"Something the matter, Sweetie?" she asked, and if anything, her gorgeous smile widened.
"You're making me horny." he said simply.
"Well, you were making me horny when you were working out. So there."
"I don't know if I want to fuck right now."
"Well why not?" she giggled, "You're already sweating, and that'll be enough to hide the musk, come on, pick me up and let's go."
"Wait--you were watching me while I was working out?"
"Yeah." Tanya raised an eyebrow, "You didn't notice me when I came in? you must've been pretty focused."
"Huh, well." he sighed, bit his lip and thought slowly for a moment. In all his experience, when Tanya asked for sex, she usually got it. There was simply no telling her otherwise. But despite Garyl's growing attraction to her, and vice versa, he felt like somehow, now was not the best time.
But, as the log in his pants thickened, it poked out from under his ripped shorts, the tip already lubing up a slick trail along his bulging lat.
His breathing deepened and Tanya repositioned herself on the bench she was sitting on, casually spreading her legs wide, seduction marking every scale on her face. Garyl couldn't move his eyes from hers again, and felt his gigantic, chorded frame begin to tremble as she lifted the base of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. Tanya's nipples were showing, each bulge the size of a silver dollar and leaking cream into her tight bra. Garyl began to sweat anew.
"We don't have any more spare clothes." he gasped.
"Which is why we have to be perfectly naked this time." she whispered, a passionate twinge in her voice.
"We can't leave this place in a mess. Lawrence won't--" she cut him off.
"The showers still work don't they?" she stated, stood up, belly exposed beneath her heavy, constrained tits. "And no one's gonna want to take one this late after school on a Monday. All the teams are done," she walked around the bench, hips swaying beautifully, tail swinging back and forth in a tantalizing manner, "and you and I are the last people in the training room. My sister has a ride home."
Garyl wanted to ask who was taking Shiva home today, but protective as he was, all words refused to leave his throat. Instead, he stood up, shorts straining under the power of his lats and the hardness of his still swelling dragonhood, toughened muscles all over his body patterned with veins and chords, wrapped his arms around the love of his life, lifted her up and carried her dazedly against his broad chest. She kissed him.
He walked past the stacks and shelves of weights and into the next room, excited precum trailing down his leg and leaving a trail on the floor. He walked into the boys locker room, feeling faintly Tanya's fingers as they undid his strong belt buckle and remove his denim shorts. They fell to the ground in the locker room, and then his tent-like boxers fell just a short distance further toward the showers. Tanya dropped her shirt just before they entered, with her underwear and pants still casing her body.
Garyl didn't notice until she broke the kiss and the two of them were already beneath the pouring showerhead. Her hair clung to her scales and her pants dripped in the cascade of water, but he was totally bare, and his prick was now at a full, glorious erection.
Three feet of black, fleshy dragon meat was pouring a small river of precum out its head, occasionally making a spurt and throwing a blob of seed into the drainage vent. His mind was a mess of hormones and the world a passionate blur, but he was still conscious enough to utter the words, ‘take off your pants' in a harsh enough tone that Tanya obeyed.
She threw them over in the doorway, where they spread a puddle around them wide enough to start soaking her nearby shirt. Without thinking clearly, Garyl swept the hair out of his face, grabbed Tanya's bra and tore it in two.
She stared at him with a look of shock and total enamor. Her complete, uninhibited breasts bounced slightly as the confining bra was finally removed, the nipples fully erect and visibly leaking draconic milk. With a sensual shudder, she fell to her knees, without ever removing her eyes from his intoxicated expression, provoking even more movement in her boobs. Her paws explored his rock-hard eight pack lovingly, and slowly moved down along his shaft, causing it to sputter even more seed onto her prostrated thighs. As she drew closer, his cum began to trail down her breasts as well, mingling with her cream as it joined in the water beneath them. Then, she allowed it to spray all along her collarbone, her neck, her jaw, and eventually her fanged mouth.
All coherent thought left Garyl as Tanya enveloped his cockhead, provoking a rumbling moan to issue from his throat, and a blissful smile to spread across his face. Tanya replied with a weaker, inescapable squeal of passion and sensation, rising and falling in tone as her tongue swept the seed down her throat and into her stomach. There was a lot to consume, though it bothered neither of them. Nor did the notion of being caught, by whatever bystander, because all the world had been forgotten by them, and all that remained was their lover.
Whatever bitterness was in Garyl's semen went unheeded as Tanya stroked and heaved more and more of the white, hot, salty fluid into her mouth, as her senses were all drowned out by the singing in her heart and the storm rising in her crotch. She opened her eyes to stare almost fearfully at the twin orbs that hung at Garyl's base, both as large as her breasts and twice as heavy. She heard them roil with the torrent of cum he was soon to release, felt the quaking of desire and anticipation as he neared his peak, and the already overflowing load that was trailing down her chin in a waterfall of gooey white to be funneled into the valley in her chest, down her heaving abs and along her trembling cooze before leaving down the drain beneath them.
Soon, after taking as much as she could of his length, Tanya felt the river becoming wild. Thunder, in the form of his gasps and groans of contained ecstasy, rolled in union with the storm. Tanya ferociously tore at his abs, trying to fuck the log as hard as she could, and as his teeth clenched and his urethra bulged thickly, she drew the shaft from her mouth and gasped, uncontrollably,
"Roar you hot monster! Roar your heart out!"
Garyl roared. He threw back his head, threw his paws onto the white tiled walls, cracking them with the strength in his fingers, and roared deafeningly load. The walls literally shook as his frequency registered on the whole school.
Tanya didn't notice. She was too occupied with the thought of how much she regretted taking him in the mouth. His load kept coming at her like she was being beaten repeatedly by.....the fists of a water elemental was all she could later compare it to. Whatever the case, she was amazed such force could be contained in her vagina.
The blows kept coming, with every minor eruption she was covered from horned head to clawed toe, again and again, by steaming hot dragon seed. Garyl's voice exploded into her ears as his volume reached a perceivable point, and she felt a beautiful tightness in her own bowels, an automatic orgasm, at hearing that godlike sound and being soaked in his hot cum. Garyl came that moment more than she was certain any other man had in his entire life, and this was just the beginning.
Eventually things subsided, and Garyl staggered back from the shower and fell to one spiked knee, panting. He looked up and saw Tanya trying to stand up, feeling slightly worried for her being in the path of his ejaculation. Then his eyes went wide and his erection stiffened back to life as she rose, the water washing the piled semen off her body, cascading down her mountainous breasts, along her awesome hips, between her scaly toes and down her swaying tail. It took a minute or two to wash out of her hair, leaving it to continuously dribble down her face, neck and tits before being lost again in the water.
Garyl approached her, placed his broad paws on her tits and she gasped, just before he bent down to kiss her with twice the passion he did moments before, when he carried her into the falling waters. As they made out in the shower, Tanya's arms wandered up to his great shoulders and his slid down her sides to her underwear, which he ripped off without a second thought. Her pulsating vagina lay exposed, and she was now completely naked.
With gentleness and loving precision, Garyl crouched around her as she leaned back against the crumbling tiles, and slowly, noisily entered her. All the way, she gripped his huge shoulders, clenched her teeth, moaned, sighed, squealed and tore at his impenetrable scales in barely-contained ecstasy. He got about to the medial ring before he began pulling out again. He pushed back in, a single digit faster than before, and she moaned and whimpered all the more. The flow of cum, unbroken since the weight room, now began to fill up her uterus with haste, and soon it was spilling out of her vagina and onto the floor once again. Her g-spot was treated delicately, with him planting kisses all along her neck and nibbling at her large ears with affection, cradling her waist in one arm while pulling at, and massaging on of her leaking tits.
He continued to push and pull, thrust and retract his gargantuan maleness from her innards, pushing everything gently aside as he filled her whole body with warm, living seed. Soon the passion and pleasure became too much for her body and she convulsed and cried out as her second orgasm hit her full-force this time, with a dick buried inside her, prolonging it, stretching it out, washing her mind in euphoria and bliss and wrapping her up in warm, raw, fluffy joy.
This process was repeated. Again, Garyl wouldn't go farther than his medial ring, and again, she writhed amid her climax. Again, Garyl rumbled an affectionate moan as he filled her up, repeatedly, blowing load after load into her swollen uterus, moving from breast to breast, drinking in her milk or just washing his face in it. For an hour at least, they held each other tight under the falling water, humping slowly and feeling each other's heartbeats through the mammoth shaft that joined them, smiling softly, sensing everything as one.
They changed positions several times, from the vertical embrace, to missionary, then to doggy-style. Briefly Tanya was lifted up higher than the showerhead as Garyl lifted her up and onto his shoulders. She looked down at him through jaded eyes, and he carefully teased the corners of her cooze with his tongue, until he dove in and swallowed her ninth orgasm that session.
On and on they fucked, hearts aching from so much passion, bodies feeling fatigued from so much tense exertion, yet their libidos raged on, demanding more sex, more positions, more teasing, more orgasms, more paradisal sensation. Tanya's tits had run dry, and the trickle of cum from Garyl's weakening cock was growing thin. Inevitably they would stop, but neither of them wanted to. The water was still warm, and their love was still strong. Regardless, they ended in a tired embrace, a loving kiss locking them together, each with one hand clutching the other's. Garyl's dick was half-erect now, and the flow had ceased finally. Tanya was feeling, as she never does, a light satisfaction. Garyl, she discovered, was in a trance.
After she had convinced him to reach into her pants and withdraw her phone to check the time, they discovered they had been in the showers for an hour and 45 minutes.
"I've never been so clean after sex." Tanya sighed, grinning lightly. "We should fuck in the shower tonight."
"Yeah. If I have the stamina." Garyl complained, also grinning. "you caught me after a hard workout honey. All I honestly feel like I can do is sleep."
"I'll drive you home, sweetie." she crooned, crawling over to sweep a claw through his hair. "I'm headed there anyway."
"Mm." he mumbled, gratuitously. "That's illegal. You barely have a permit."
"I'm learning." she giggled. "But hey, it aint' far. I can drive you a couple of miles, can't I?"
"Mm." he said again.
Suddenly they both gave a painful start as the water from the showerhead went ice-cold. Tanya sprang to her feet and Garyl laughed weakly while she struggled with the knob to shut it off. She immediately started laughing with him and fell to the floor, still naked and now freezing. Nothing in the world could've dampened their spirit at that time.
~Horakh