On and On (Salamander)

The sound of rubber pounding on pavement sounded out as Michael jogged along the pathway, his breath coming heavily, but steadily. Michael never really cared to measure out how far he ran, instead relying on a set route through the trails near his home he would take in around thirty minutes, sometimes faster, sometimes slower.

Today was one of the slower days, the previous night of drinking with friends putting a hamper on his stamina. When he had rolled out of bed this morning, his pounding headache made Michael want to jump out of his window instead of going for his run, but he forced himself to stick to his schedule.

‘At least thirty minutes a day. At least three times a week’ was what his doctor had told him, and the man took that advice to heart, forcing himself to stick to it rain or shine, hungover or not.

Michael’s headache had mostly cleared by the time he reached the halfway point of his run, checking his watch to see seventeen minutes had passed by the time he reached it. “A bit… Slow today…” he said out loud between breaths, knowing that no one would hear him since the paths were always empty this time of morning.

“How far are ya running?”

Michael stumbled, letting out an “Oh fuck!” as he managed to stop himself from falling. A strong, tough hand wrapped around his right bicep, helping him steady out as he continued to run.

He turned his head to look at the person who had snuck up on him, her bright yellow eyes looking back in worry. “Are ya alright?” she asked, moving to jog beside him. “Didn’t mean to scare ya, thought ya knew I was there, sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it.” Michael replied taking the time to admire the woman beside him. Her deep red hair was pulled back by a black ribbon in a tight ponytail, and she was wearing a plain white sports bra, with a pair of tight fitting black spats. A long, muscular looking tail extended out behind her, bright orange flames licking around the tip and up the spine.

“I’m just going to be making my way back home,” he said to answer the Salamander’s question, her clawed, scaly hand letting go of him. “I’m not too sure how far it is, though.”

The woman nodded, barely out of breath herself. “Mind if I join ya for the time then? I could use the partner.”

“That’s fine with me, I’m Michael, by the way.”

“Call me Arya.”

Michael continued onwards with Arya by his side, slightly uncomfortable thanks to the heat coming off the her, the burning tail waving back and forth behind them, fanning her flames. The two stayed quiet for the most part as they ran, only conversing when they came to a split in the path.

Rounding a bend, Michael saw the path that led back towards his place come into view. “I’ll be heading off here.” he said, pointing towards the split off in the distance. “Are you going to keep going, or..?”

“Nah, I’m gonna do a few more laps of the place, thanks for keeping me company, though.” Arya replied, her clawed feet scraping on the pathway. “Now that I think about it…”

“What?” Michael asked, turning to look at her. Arya’s mouth was upturned in a large grin, the sound of whooshing ringing out as her tail flared up.

“How about we have a quick race.” she said, “First one past that post wins.”

Michael looked at the tall lamp post a good hundred meters or so away. “Wins what?” he asked, feeling confident.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” the Salamander replied mischievously, the fins on the side of her head fluttering happily. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Three… two… one… GO!”

She was off like a rocket, her long tail nearly swiping Michael’s legs from beneath him as she pulled ahead. He grunted as the intense heat washed over him, causing him to step to the side to avoid it, pumping his arms and legs furiously as he tried to keep up, unfortunately to no avail.

Arya passed the post a good two or three tail lengths ahead of the man, her laugh ringing out as she looked over her shoulder. “Better luck next time, Michael!” she said with a wave, raising her armoured arm above her.

He rested his hands on his knees after pulling to a stop, his pulse thundering through his ears. Looking up, he saw the Salamander continuing to jog off into the distance, her tail a practical inferno as she ran.

“Heh, fucking sallies, always trying turn stuff in a competition.” he said to himself with a grin, standing back up and beginning his walk home, chugging on his water bottle.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Michael secretly hoped he would run into the redheaded Salamander some time soon.

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Michael’s chest heaved as he sprinted, the pole just a few dozen meters away. To his right, Arya pumped her arms furiously, just a few lengths in front. Willing himself forward, he picked up more speed, the water bottle strapped against his hip jumping around with each stride.

“Ha ha! I win again!” Arya shouted, raising her arms in the air as she crossed their finish line. Michael slowed down to a stop, slightly less out of breath than the last race they had, probably thanks to no longer being hungover.

He waved his hands dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Michael said, taking a sip from his water bottle and watching the toned Salamander’s tail flare up once more, her ponytail bobbing as she jogged back towards him.

She extended her hand out towards him, beckoning for something. “Come on, gimme some water, I’m thirsty.”

Tossing it over to her, Arya caught the bottle and immediately began downing it, her tail happily thumping against the ground as she drank.

Michael watched as she did, finally noticing just how fit the woman was. Her powerful, taught thighs flowed into a tanned and toned stomach that looked liked it had been etched in marble, incredibly well defined thanks to her knack for fitness. Both of her muscular arms were raised above her head as she drank, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Want me to strike a pose for ya?” she asked mockingly, swallowing the water and turning slightly away from him, bringing up one arm to flex it. “I think I know a few.”

“I uh.. s-sorry.” Michael stuttered, looking away and causing Arya to giggle, her tail once more bursting with flames.

“It’s fine.” she said with a malicious grin, raising the bottle to aim at him. With a quick squeeze, Michael found a good part of the front of his shirt covered with water, causing him to jump back out of harms way.

Fanning the shirt as Arya laughed, Michael began to chuckle slightly as well. “That was rude.” he said jokingly, bringing a hand up to catch the bottle thrown at him.

“Not as rude as staring slack-jawed at a girl you hardly know.” Arya replied, shooting him a wink as he blushed. “I’ll see ya tomorrow, yeah?” she asked, tilting her head quizzically.

“I’ll be here, and I swear I’ll beat you next time!” Michael replied as she began to jog off, throwing a wave her way.

“Keep dreaming!”

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“Hey, Michael.”

Michael looked to his side, Arya ginning back at him. “Wanna race?” she asked with a grin, bearing her teeth as they ran.

“Of course! To the pole again?”

“You bet! Ready?”

Michael nodded, psyching himself up. “Ready.”

“3… 2… 1…”

Arya paused slightly, looking at the man out of the corner of her eye, the look of determination on his face sending her tail blazing.

“GO!”

Michael pushed off hard, Arya following suit, her powerful legs propelling her forwards in a wave of heat and speed.

Weathering the storm, Michael pushed through the waft of heat coming off the Salamander, falling in line with her as they sprinted towards the post. He drove his arms hard as he stole a glance at Arya, her yellow eyes focused on the goal in front of her. Her pulled-back hair flew out behind her as she ran, tail exploding in excitement.

Nearing the end Michael pushed himself forward, lunging a leg out as they passed the pole and stumbling, falling forwards as his momentum carried him onto the hard ground.

Bracing the fall with his left arm, Michael tumbled to a stop, laying on his back and staring up at the sky, his palm and elbow stinging. “I think I won that one!” he said aloud, unsure if he had ended up out pacing the Salamander or not.

He sat up on his knees, looking at Arya who stood a few meters ahead, facing away with her head bowed and chest heaving with effort. Her tail was flameless, resting limply on the ground.

“Arya?”

The Salamander’s tail erupted at the sound of her name, an inferno of flames, larger than Michael had ever seen them, coursing up and down its length. She looked at the downed man from over her shoulder, her eyes wild yet serious. “You won.”

Turning around, Arya stalked over to him, reaching up to her black ribbon and undoing it, letting her long, red hair falling over her shoulders, the flames behind her flickering all the while. Michael looked up at her flushed face, her breaths still coming hard and irregularly.

Reaching down, Arya grabbed his shoulder in one of her clawed hands, pulling him to his feet and wrapping her other arm around his back, pinning him against her chest. Her yellow eyes bored into his, and Michael recognised the smoldering of lust hidden within them. “Time for the winner to claim his prize.”

She pressed her lips to his, her hot tongue pushing through and invading his mouth. She moaned at the act, her tail flaring up again as they embraced. Michael’s mind went blank at the feeling, Arya’s almost painfully hot tongue dancing around his mouth as her claws dug into his back.

Tugging on him, Arya stumbled backwards off the trail and through the bushes that ran along it, all while keeping her lips firmly locked on his. Pinning Michael against the trunk of a tree hardly visible from the pathways, she shoved him into a sitting position, breaking the embrace long enough to rip the shirt from his body.

“A-Arya, what ar-” she silenced him with another kiss, her claws scraping along his bare chest as they travelled lower. Her thick tail coiled around one of Michael’s legs, pinning him in place.

“I’m simply giving ya what I had promised I’d give ya if ya won.” Arya said breathlessly, reluctantly pulling herself off the bewildered man. “Now, sit back and let me tend to my champion…” she said, drawing out the last word suggestively.

Reaching with one hand to remove her sports bra, she pressed her bountiful chest against Michael’s, leaning back in for another impassioned kiss. As they embraced, Arya began grinding herself on top of his lap, her tail tightening and loosening erratically around his leg.

She pulled off him, her tongue lolling out as her perky breasts danced with each heave and huff of her chest, only emphasized by the movements of her hips. Michael grunted as his cock twitched beneath his shorts, the combination of her movements, heat, and look causing his breath to catch.

Arya giggled cutely as she felt Michael react beneath her, reaching behind her with both her hands and tugging on his waistband. With a single fluid movement, the shorts were shed, and Michael’s erection was set free, springing up to slap against the Salamander’s muscular ass.

“Oh! Someone’s a little excited, aren’t they?” she teased, pecking Michael once more on the lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that, can’t have my champion working too hard after winning the big race.”

With that, Arya pressed herself against the man beneath her, who showed no signs of protest as she held his hard cock carefully between two of her fingers. Rising up slightly on her knees, Arya lined Michael’s head up with her dripping wet slit, the hot honey running off her folds and travelling down his cock.

Michael drew in a breath as he felt the heat of her loins wash over his, causing him to twitch again in her hand, having to restrain himself from bucking upwards.

Leaning in for one final kiss, Arya lowed her hips slowly onto Michael’s cock, parting her pussy as she moaned sluttily into his mouth. He gasped as an impossible hotness enveloped his shaft, causing his eyes to open and be greeted by Arya’s own, staring lustfully down at him.

She let out a shaky breath as he hilted within her, resting her head in the crook of his neck. The two sat still for a moment, enjoying each others embrace, Michael tensing up as Arya’s hot and wet insides stimulated his entire length in its grasp. Slowly, she began to buck and shake her hips, grinding their nethers together as she clung onto the man.

Michael brought his hands up to the Salamander’s ass, his fingers sinking into the thin layer of fat and meeting an incredibly dense layer of muscle, no doubt thanks to Arya’s thirst for exercise. She gasped as her groped at her, her eyes tightly shut as pleasure ran through her body, causing her tail to flare even further.

Arya quietly gasped again and again as she rubbed herself against Michael, the cock buried deep within her hard and twitching. Michael did his best not to succumb to the Salamander’s ministrations, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as they moved together.

Fed up with just the grinding, Arya sat up and wrapped both her legs around Michael’s waist, settling down into his lap and onto his cock. “Michael…” she said, cheeks flush and voice weak. “Help me out, please?”

Understanding, Michael strengthened his grip on the Salamander’s tight ass, pulling her up along him, before letting go and letting her slide back down his length.

She fell against his chest once more, arching her back in pleasure as he continued to help her ride him, her molten confines causing him to grunt from the pleasure. Moving one hand from her ass to her thick tail, Michael began rubbing tenderly along its base, just where her skin turned to scale.

Arya cried out in ecstasy, quivering in Michael’s hold and clamping down on him. “N-not there! I’ll c-c-c-cum!”

Not heeding her warning, Michael continued to stoke her tail vigorously, each stroke causing the Salamander’s pussy to clench around him, her strong abdominals squeezing his cock as they moved together.

With one final thrust, Michael hilted for the last time, burying himself deep with Arya as he tilted off the edge and into bliss. She captured his lips with hers, letting out a muffled scream as they came together, Michael’s cum pumping into her, in turn causing Arya to spastically buck her hips.

Michael collapsed against the tree behind him, loosely holding onto the Salamander on him, who was resting her head on his chest as she rode through the aftershocks of her own orgasm. He felt the tail around his leg slacken, but not let go as Arya pushed herself up, resting her clawed hands carefully on his chest.

He stared up at Arya, her beautiful yellow eyes staring back at him as she flipped her long hair over her shoulder, shooting him a timid smile. “H-how about we go for a run every morning, together from now on?” she asked, dragging her claws lightly across his collarbone. “I could use a consistent running partner.”

“Just a running partner?” he teased, bringing a hand up to brush back a few errant strands of hair from her face.

Arya giggled. “Well, other things, too, but…” she trailed off.

“I think I’d like that.”

Smiling, Arya lowered herself down, leaving a peck on Michael’s cheek and resting her head on his chest, going slack in his embrace.

‘Yeah…’ Michael thought to himself, idly running his fingers through her hair. ‘A running partner sounds nice.’