Finishing Inside

The door slammed open. More accurately, the hydraulic device that only resembled a door from the outside slammed open. She had installed it after the original door of her apartment flew off its hinges the LAST time she tried to slam it open; whereas this one was designed with enough resistance to make a proper, satisfying bang when she took her frustrations out on it.

A bang loud enough to shake all five floors of the apartment building.

"GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!" Jack swore as she burst in, looking around the living room and seeing a distinct lack of dragon in her house. She took a deep breath before marching imperiously towards the bedroom and poking her head in, finding her boyfriend playing video games in bed. "I -said-: god fucking damnit." She repeated in his direction much more quietly.

Mar had been on a specially bad videogame binge ever since the sequel to one of his favorite videogames had been released. Seeing him outside of their bedroom had been rare for the past week. Even with the distinct lack of exercise the buff dragon, dressed only in boxers and exposing his perfectly sculpted torso, still looked amazing. Even with the four trashcans filled to the brim with discarded burger and pizza boxes. He hadn't seen sunlight for quite a few days. The room reeked of his musk even though his bulge was fully concealed. Strikingly enough, his headset had blocked out most of the initial tantrum. However, when he heard what constituted a feminine whimper to him, he turned to look at his bespectacled amazon of a girlfriend hanging out at the doorframe. "Hey bwuh-" a room-shaking belch monstrously shook their bedroom. "What's up, babycakes?" He had perhaps drank a bit too much soda during his videogame binge. He still greeted her with a smile even though he had no idea what was going on. Even more strikingly was that his gaze didn't linger on Jack's award-winning cleavage, and instead went back to his game.

"I'm fixin' to eat your fucking Playstation is what's going on. Do you think a superhuman physique is a fucking joke? Have you even left the house this week? There are other guys I can modify, you know!" It was an empty threat and they both knew it. Mar had been taking every for-males body modding drug Jack was able to produce for the last six years. If the shark girl wanted anything close to the same results, she'd get arrested for grooming. Well, they'd try anyway. If Mar had superman's physique, Jack had his strength, and her own body had enough muscle and curves that she-hulk would ask her to tone it down. She -had- been the quintessential child genius, until she decided that said genius would be best used making puberty give her ALL its gifts. Which admittedly she wasted on being lazy  sometimes too. She just smelled a lot more TRADITIONALLY palatable when she skipped showers. She hadn't recently, though, she'd  actually been on her best behavior. She was even clothed, wearing a custom-tailored suit that only showed a CLASSY amount of cleavage. So still more than most girl's had but not more than 1/3 of hers. "They fucking rejected me!" Jack finally got to her primary complaint.

"Whoa, rejected you for what?" Mar had been so out of the loop and his own digital world that he had lost all notion of time, and thus what his genius girlfriend had been up to. He didn't even step off his chair, but spun around to give the busty, angry shark more attention than before. With his positional readjustment, Mar finally felt his numb muscles complain about the rigid tension he had forced upon them with so many hours of dedicated gaming. Bones popped and muscles transitioned between their flexed and distended appearances as he stretched on the spot, holding his arms behind his head and exposing an incredibly attractive amount of sexy, scaly beef. Nowadays it was hard to be in the buff without the average woman falling to their knees to finger themselves stupid.

"My thesis! I figured I could finally get an ACTUAL doctorate so I have something to rub in people's faces besides titty, and I had the dissertation all ready to go, but no they don't even think I'm good enough to regurgitate other people's research." Jack grumbled mightily, unmoved by the eight pack abs being flashed in her face. She'd seen them when they were   actually pumped from exertion. She'd grinded her own set against  them while riding cowboy style. She was only horny on HER terms. "They fed me a whole bunch of bullshit about 'extremely poor tone' and 'lack of professionalism' and 'there is no way a shark can be that strong anyway'. Uh, newsflash, I know EXACTLY how strong a shark can be. I gave them their stupid sources that should be enough, but noooooo. They want me to act like a fucking nerd."  Strictly speaking Jack WAS a nerd, spending the time most people spent sleeping learning new things and dedicating a rather excessive amount of leisure time to video games and pointless  internet arguments, but a childhood of eighties movies led her to believe that 'nerd' was synonymous with 'submissive', and that wasn't something she could even fake being.

The dragon let out a sigh. It was hard for anything out there that didn't get his fishy goddess angry these days; that wasn't food, insane displays of strength or building  breaking sex. He also certainly missed the point about the importance of a doctorate for someone with an IQ that broke the scale. "Oh my Sharky," the blue lug began, standing up and further making hefty stretching noises; the imprint of his bulky body left on his quadruple reinforced chair. "I've told you time and time again..." As he approached Jack, the airing of his shorts managed to get even more of that pervasive, earthy dragon musk out into the already saturated room; he had clearly not aired it in days. With each deeply rumbling step, wood creaked under his Herculean frame. A claw fell on the clearly upset genius and he had no better idea than to solemnly declare: "You are a fucking nerd." With a friendly, soft smile which soon grew into a fang-exposing smirk and a sharp yet supportive gaze. "And nobody upsets my fucking nerd. Let's go wreck their stuff right now."

"I suppose if I -did- just lay back and  accept this the military might start thinking they can try shit  again," Jack put a sharp-clawed finger to her lips, as if considering it, but the predatory grin showed that she was more than into the idea, toes curling idly and cutting gouges in the  floor. It was a common enough gesture for her to cover half the bedroom. She told the landlord she wanted the apartment to match her stripes just to see if he'd argue. He didn't. He was one of the smarter ones. "But we're not going RIGHT now. You're cleaning up first. The only reason the entire rest of the building isn't cumming their brains out from the smell of you right now is because I isolated our airflow. And this isn't a fun, friendly visit, the only girl you're allowed to give orgasms today is me."

The dragon's ears began to fold, his predatory smirk devolving into a mellow, flatter stare. Those mighty arms that looked ready to scoop Jack and Hulk-jump through the wall into the  neighboring building as if she was eloping with her super-hero sagged forth alongside with his thick tail. "Cleaning? Really?" he repeated as if trying to convince himself they were doing a  routine; however, this wasn't the first time he had to put up with mom-Jack. "That can wait right?" he immediately deflected while perking right up, grinning. "C'mon. It's uh... wow, it's 6 in the freaking morning. I thought it was midnight or something.Want a waffle or fourteen?" he said, almost ready to walk past his girlfriend outside of their messy bedroom so marked by his  excessive masculinity.

Jack snorted and reached for the smelly dragon, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back before slipping a claw under his shorts and cutting them off cleanly. His fat, flaccid cock flopped free, dropping a thick dollop of pre towards the floor which Jack caught on her other hand, licking it off before putting both hands on the dragon's ass, sinking into steel hard muscle like it was as plush as her own massive cushion and lifting him up to face height... Where she immediately stuffed his cock in her mouth. Her saliva tingled intensely, like she'd done something new to it, although whether it was acid or aphrodisiacs didn't usually matter to Mar's cock. And it was so, so much worse with the tongue. Mar had well over a foot of cock and it still took his girlfriend less than thirty seconds to get every millimeter. Jack pulled him back, moving onto his balls, slurping down both softball sized orbs into her massive mouth and giving them a once over as well... Before putting him down and saying matter of  factly, "Now it can wait, yes."

Mar locked up when he suddenly found himself butt-naked in front of the lab-shark, his massive shlong becoming free only meaning the entirety of their apartment was now under the cloud of his powerful scent. Lesser women would count their blessings if they spent even a single day not craving his dick once they sampled his pre; but he'd seen Jack use it as pancake syrup without even losing her mind. The way she slobbered over his dick got him hard in mere moments, forcing her throat replete with obscenely  thick, turgid meat. "Mnnngh... Figured you'd be thirsty!" he growled, reaching down to grab at her shoulders to keep a good grip; perhaps too good a grip, as her special suit was no match for the strength of his claws. The moment he took his right hand to move it to her red head, gashes on the special fabric were left as   if an ungodly monster had brandished their hellish claws on her otherwise impervious suit. He was used to manhandling and being  manhandled in that relationship, so he made a quick recovery and rapidly began to ride his gorgeous girlfriend's mouth well into her slobbering of his tremendous pair of seed-gurgling nuts. It was hard to tell just how many obnoxious coworkers and girls thattotally shouldn't have been staring at Jack's boyfriend had been stuffed in there by now. In the short moment he got sucked off, five buckets of pre got deposited into the shark's stomach. Even without getting off, the release of that spit-covered dick showed its violent throbbing as he landed feet-first back on the floor. "Fuck cleaning. Let's make a bigger mess." He simply decreed, tackling his sexy nerdette straight into their king sized bed.

"Getting further from my goals will not help my mood," Jack protested, but still allowed herself to be tackled to the bed, taking a deep breath and flexing her suit the rest of the way off, black tatters mingling with thick creamy skin and red stripes across her super-built body. "If you've actually gone days without getting off, though, I suppose I can help you out for safety's sake. We don't want to flood the whole neighborhood." Jack pushed Mar down to the mattress, letting the dick rise up and stand taller than the rest of him before she raised herself up... and sat down on it, the cock sinking effortlessly into her enormous ass, hyper curves spreading across Mar's body as she straddled him, looking down. "So I'll give you a few minutes to drain every drop inside me!"

"Ohhh FUCK." The dragon threw his head back onto the mattress when he felt himself getting topped, but most of all, he moaned when that absurdly thicc yet impossibly snug asshole began to hug his tremendous tool with all of its titanium-bending strength. He wanted to tell Jack to drop the tsundere act even if it was adorable; but he knew she was truly upset. There hadn't even been a throat-fucking kiss between them yet. He knew this was her way to blow off steam without wrecking half the city in a minute of hot-blazing fury. With his claws smacking her buttocks together, only jiggling from strength enough to pulverize boulders. He tightened his grip on his extra thick girlfriend and began to lift her off his body. "Gimme some milk." He rumbled deeply, arching up to capture her right teat into his greedy maw which began to empty her out faster and harder than any giga industrial suction cup could. With the strength of his sucking he would've pulled the entirety of any lesser woman directly down his gullet. He pulled her down with him, forcing her to lean down and cushion his face with the rest of her attention-absorbing rack while smacking her ass down on his swelling nuts. He began thrusting even more wildly as the bed protested under them.

"Yeah have yer fill, I might actually be able to calm my tits if they weren't stuck holding back a few hundred thousand gallons every moment." Jack let herself relax, pouring rivers of milk down her beau while he took charge. She'd never admit it, but it was one of the few things she'd let get out of control. Modifying their bodies to easily devour anything had sounded like a good idea at the time, but now every one of her holes could never get filled enough. Anything that went inside her, she kept, converting it to more muscle and strength.The stronger she got, the more easily things went inside her. It was a vicious cycle. And it had been going on for YEARS. Now Mar's greedy suckling could pull a plane through a drinking straw, and if  Jack didn't keep her cheeks and kegels clenched tight she could  start pulling in cars off the street. It was why she was so  frustrated, didn't they know how hard she ALREADY worked to not simply devour them all? But around Mar, she could relax and just let all the 'pull' her body produced give him a fun time.

Mar was the thirstiest boy out there. His throat was like a parched desert, absorbing every last gallon of shark milk which his stomach almost instantly burned up without even making a dent in his mid-section. He was the only one capable of even temporarily doing away with the extra chest-weight grumpiness Jack had cursed herself with by jacking up her estrogen to the very limit. And yet he didn't have enough. He opened his maw wider, smashing her tits together hard, violently, brutishly; the whole opposite of what she was back in public. But here, there were no prying eyes that could cast doubt or put flaw to the utter perfection of her personage. Her boyfriend had captured her nipples and he had no fear of over opening the twin spouts of the lactopocalypse, taking the brunt of their excessive dairy on like a godly challenge. He was going to down the improbable volumes of cream until her monster mammaries were calmed for at least an hour, the bare minimum before production restarted. And meanwhile, his colossal dragon cock; the only thing that didn't get immediately torn inside of those all-consuming theoretical blackholes, continued wrecking havoc. He was fucking her with the force to neutralize a volcano, his pre output so crazy it would've replace the lava in the same. He growled, thirsty, muffledly alternating between calling Jack a fatass and praising her for the delicious milk she was feeding him. It happened every single time: He fucked her like he hated her, even though in effect he was doing what nobody else could in order to make her feel happy. And his swelling balls, as he approached his orgasm, were promising her she'd be a very stuffed and happy shark; right before it all got absorbed anyway.

Really, encouraging rough sex from a guy who could crack mountains was probably making the problem worse, but Jack could live with that in this case. A few extra erogenous zones around back, an enhanced capacity for pleasure, Jack's favorite secret was just how many orgasms she could have before showing a difference. She certainly got 'fucked silly' LEVELS of pleasure from every evening with her pet dragon, but her smug grin was as invincible as the rest of her. Rather than screaming 'Oh god, oh GOD!' as she tightened her legs around her dragons waist and forced him to cum, feeling her body get flooded by pressurized, white hot virility pressing all her nerve endings at once, she just continued to sass. "Yes, yes, I'm chubby and nerdy and you're a dumb smelly meathead and we're both absolutely rubbish sacks of cum~ Or at least, I will be once you're done."

Couldn't help dropping a messy, milk spilling chortle against those boob scales. "Rubbish sacks of cum? Really?" He laughed it off, earnestly amused as he let go of her nipples, initiating a violent wobble of titty smacks her chest was unable to deal with thanks to how sudden the release had been. And yet he quite literally calmed her tits down by re-seizing the  spraying tits which had already messed the room up with sweet dairy. He went back to draining her in kind. That was what their relationship was summed up into: Two overwhelmingly sexual mutants incapable of holding back when they were with each other. They were still the kids who had hooked up all the way back in prep, only now  of age and incredibly overpowered. His cock was bouncing her up and down in a way that made the entire fourth floor of the building  quake, his balls had filled up with so much suddenly produced cum they were now the equivalent of smooth scaled overinflated beachballs for her fat ass to bounce on. He would've hopelessly ruined a lesser woman's stomach already, if not outright choked her with the backwash of prejizz; but he knew his shark could take it. The dick slams didn't cease. In fact, he felt the pressure to prove himself to his woman, even though their love was more  invincible than they individually were. He wanted to, for a moment, fuck the worries right out of her brain. To accomplish that, he changed their positions, shoving her right up against the wall. The hardened polymer of her own design cracked and fissured all along the wall behind their bed as Mar began to fuck her against it while biting and chewing on those highly productive udders. "You fucking sea cow. Moo for me!" The words were a mess; his maw was full of teat; his demands were probably not going to be heard. But he kept at it; he had to ravage her body and mind exactly as how her holes and her strength were doing to him.

Jack moaned out as she felt her tail crunch through parts of the wall. She'd need weeks of materials science research to make something better and she'd really been hoping the latest thing would last. "Yoooooooooou asshole..." She hadn't heard his request but the stretched frustration sounded close enough to just encourage him to try even harder. The shark had had enough, though, putting her foot down and pushing back, slamming Mar back into the bed and wrapping her tail tight around him as she grabbed his arms and pinned them to her tits. "You're not allowed to touch ANYTHING except me until you're a little more coherent, so spend all of it like it's a week before budget review~"

He let out a muffled complaint, but his hips didn't stop. Even when pinned down, his pelvic movements were projecting sheer brute force beyond Jack's impervious bottom in the form of  shockwaves that hit the ceiling. He was fucking her so hard the surfaces surrounding them were paying for it; and they were literally built to contain them! Of course, nobody could plan for a particularly angry Jack and a Mar who had spent longer than two days between blowing loads. Work and game binges did terrible things to the sexual restraint of beasts like them. And of course, he wanted nothing more than to touch all of his woman's vast curves. One claw curled and began to squeeze the milk tanks he was draining while the other snuck beneath the mammary fat in order to get a good grip on those massive hips. That lovely ass he loved to pound had to be in his grip as well; he was going to grope all of Jack while brutally sodomizing her. At the height of the thirty-fourth minute of that relentless bounce-a-ton, the dragon's   mega swollen nuts finally stopped stuffing the shark's guts with pre, but only for a second. What followed the unbelievable tapout was an even more intense pseudo-volcanic eruption of dragon jizz that could've punched dozens of walls down had Jack's ravenous asshole not been in place to save the day. He roared into the titanic breasts, releasing a five minute long, ceaseless discharge of musky dragon spunk for the bitchshark's insides to consume.

Jack came on the first spurt, spraying her pet’s chest as her body eagerly sucked his load down, absorbing it like she hadn’t eaten in months, or at least, hadn’t eaten her fill. Every part of her grew just a little tighter, a little bigger, the seismic blast that should have left her a balloon instead leaving her with just a bit more ass to lean back on, sinking on her own plush cheeks as she raised herself off and basked in the afterglow, her pet dragon already drained dry and sucked clean, the mega male monster’s chest heaving next to her, a sloppy grin on his face.

“...What were we doing again?” Jack asked after a couple minutes.

“You were complaining about not leaving the house,” Mar said, technically the truth.

“Oh yeah. I guess I’d better go show ‘equivalent experience’ to get that doctorate. We’ll see what higher authority I can find…” Jack looked towards her clothes and decided to just not bother with it, she could either grab a tank top on the way out or just let them see ALL the fruits of her experiment.

“Good luck!” Mar said, fully intending to go back to his games for another few days.

“Well… I’m not leaving JUST yet…” Jack said, cupping her chest and feeling it get a bit heavier already, eyeing Mar's still rock-hard member.