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Ruffling sounds echoed through a small, beautifully decorated living room as a young women with tanned skin, thick, well-kept, chocolate-colored hair and equally beautiful, brown eyes searched desperately around the room. "Where did I put it," the women said as she wiped some dust off her slender, almost regal, index finger and onto her flowing, black dress that was adorned with numerous, intricate gold patterns and a red, frilly trimming at the bottom, "I know I put it here somewhere." Feeling a nudging at her lower left leg, she turned slowly and let her gaze fall over the strong frame of a komodo dragon with an old scar running from behind his eye as it stood a few feet away from her; patiently watching her as a handbag dangled from its mouth by the spaghetti-thin shoulder strap.

"Oh, you found it," the women, Alison Grayson, said in a surprised tone as she quickly ducked down and ran her hands over his head to scratch along his forehead, "Where did you find that, Razor?" She carefully retracted her hands and took with it her brown, leather handbag as she watched him tilt his head towards the far side of the room and motion under the coffee table in the center. "Oh, that's right. I did leave it there, didn't I," she admitted sheepishly to Razor as she saw him nod in confirmation before hissing in bliss as she quickly ran her hands along his ticklish sides and scratched him lightly.

Alison smiled happily as she saw him writhe playfully in her grip and flick his tongue lovingly over her arms and face as she continued her tickle attack; his hisses only increasing in volume as she found his most sensitive spots. Another stronger lick across her face made her laugh loudly and fall back onto her backside as she felt him turn the tides of their battle and start his own playful lick attack on her face. She laughed constantly and put her hands up in a token attempt to stop him, an attempt that was quickly thwarted by another powerful lick across her face, as she thought about how grateful she was for his surgery.

Between the giggles and wet licks, Alison felt her mind drift back to the journey they'd had together so far and all the many adventures. She still remembered when they'd first met, a dark night when he'd stepped in to defend her from another komodo and sustained nasty injuries as a result. She also remembered bringing him inside to bandage him and her surprise at how tame he seemed when she'd woken up to find him asleep on her lap without a care in the world.

Days of them being together raced through her head, from simple days of them working together to tend to the garden to days that had involved more intimate activities in the bedroom; all of them precious moment logged forever in her memory. But one particular memory shone brighter than any other, a memory that had happened several months ago, two and a half to be precise, the memory of when he'd gone to have his oral cleaning surgery. She remembered well not only how worried she was as they drove to the veterinary clinic for the operation to remove the harmful bacteria from his mouth but also how relieved she was when she saw him slumbering peacefully after the operation's success.

That memory brought her back to reality as she carefully pushed at Razor's chest and felt him retract his tongue and step back to let her up as she wiped some of the spittle from her face and arms onto a nearby rag that had been haphazardly thrown on the ground at some earlier time. Standing up, she gave him a smile and a light scratch on the head before saying, "Well, we better go. Got to get you some more medicine to keep the bacteria away." Seeing him nod happily before breaking away and dashing out the already open back door, the door itself opened earlier to cool the otherwise hot and stuffy room, she grabbed her handbag again and sifted through it until she found a crumpled, fading piece of paper.

She took a moment to check it before humming happily, stuffing it back into her bag and grabbing her keys as she made her way out the back. Closing the sliding door with a solid thud, Alison looked through the numerous keys that jingled on the keyring before selecting a shining silver one, stuffing it into door's lock and twisting it to the left as a metallic 'clang' pierced the air and locked the door. Tugging lightly and finding the door unwilling to move while solidly locked, she flicked through some more keys before making her way to her car behind the house.

Seeing Razor waiting patiently at the front, passenger-side door she quickly hurried over and remotely unlocked the car before holding open the door for him as he steadied himself on his hind legs, his tail stopping him from overbalancing, and started to scramble onto the front seat. She watched with suppressed laughter at how funny he looked climbing onto the red, woolen-covered, front seat of the red, Subaru Forester that she owned and began to think about how she lived as she waited patiently for him to scramble in and get comfortable. She looked towards her quaint, little cottage that sat on the outskirts of town and began to think about it in more detail than she had before.

Her house wasn't overly large nor was it too small, it wasn't a run down hovel nor an extravagant palace and it certainly wasn't something that stood out; even residing just on the edge of town with her nearest neighbors a good ten minutes away. It wasn't something that seemed very special on the outside, a simple garden hidden around the back, and even the inside seemed like an average house with multiple pictures of her and Razor in various locations around the island they lived on. Yet despite how simple everything including her car was, a very common and very basic car meant only to get from A to B, she felt happy that she had this much to call her own.

I never understood why the rich always flaunt their wealth, she thought curiously, I know I won the lottery and have more money than I could ever spend. But why waste it on such useless trinkets like expensive cars and houses. After all, a house is a house no matter how big or small it is, but..._she turned to Razor as he finally curled himself up on the soft cushion, _Maybe they buy so much because they think more stuff will turn their house into a home. Maybe it's because they don't know that more stuff doesn't make a home... it's a loving mate, a loving family, that makes a house a real home.

Hearing a curious hiss from within the car, Alison shook herself to clear her head as she snapped back to reality and smiled sheepishly at Razor before quickly making her way around to the driver's side. Opening the door and seating herself comfortably, she tossed her handbag onto the back seat and said apologetically, "Sorry about that, just a little deep in thought." Seeing him nuzzle affectionately against her side in what she knew was his way of showing concern, she calmly scratched along his back before putting the worn car key in the ignition and starting the engine with a powerful roar.

Hearing the engine come to life, Razor curled back up into his seat and gave one last lick of affection along the back of his mate's hand before raising his head up to look out the window. He watched as the house beside him slowly disappeared from his view as the car made its way from around the back of the house and continued along the gravel driveway along the side. He watched with awe as the gate in front of them opened automatically as they approached it as though it could sense them before coming to a stop as it swung back and touched against the front fence.

Although he knew vaguely how such an odd human contraption worked, he even recalled Alison briefly explaining it to him, it never ceased to amaze him how it always opened just in time for them to drive out the front gate before closing the moment they left. As they drove by it and started to turn onto the rough bitumen road, he looked curiously out the window as he saw their small house slowly growing smaller and smaller before another corner caused it to disappear from view completely. Razor had been on many car rides and had seen almost all of the small island town, Yulaville as Alison called it, but he never failed to get excited by the many things he saw as they drove around; it was a simple activity that he adored almost as much as Alison... almost.

Razor continued to look out the window and study the landscape happily as they continued along their ride until he saw a familiar, white, box-like building come into view; although he did notice that it appeared to have some sort of new sign on the front. Feeling the car turn into the buildings carpark entrance, Razor settled himself back down into his seat and let his tail droop over the front of the seat as he saw Alison maneuver the metallic behemoth into a parking space. Hearing the engine die down and seeing her take the keys from the ignition he sat up a little in the seat and hissed cheerfully as she scratched under his chin and announced, "We're here!"

Giving one last solid scratch to the softer scales under his chin and mouth, Alison pulled back and quickly picked up her handbag before rummaging around briefly for the piece of paper she'd stuffed in their earlier. Pushing aside an old journal and several loose envelopes, she reached down a little further before pulling out the yellowing paper and holding it triumphantly up in the air. Grasping the paper in her right hand and her keys in the other, she carefully opened the driver's door before hopping out and rushing around to the passenger side.

Alison watched carefully as Razor made his way halfway out of the car before half tumbling and half jumping onto the ground and landing with surprising skill on his feet. Making sure his tail was clear of the door, she shut the it tightly before clicking a small gray button on the key to securely lock the car. Wriggling the handle to make sure it was properly locked, and finding the door unmoving, she placed her keys inside a small pocket inside her handbag before slowly sauntering around the back of the car and into the building; Razor following alongside her.

Cold air assailed them as the clean, glass doors automatically opened in front of them and let the chill strike them head on. Shuddering for a brief moment due to the rapid temperature change, they pushed forward and continued inside to the waiting room that seemed to be completely abandoned apart from the older lady with curled blond hair, piercing blue eyes and pale skin sitting behind the waiting desk looking extremely bored. Walking up slowly and clearing her throat to make herself know to the other lady, she saw the other women look up at her slowly before asking in a very kind, very professional tone, "Good morning, how may I help you today?"

"We've come to collect some medication," Alison responded before handing her the old paper, "It's for Razor, we just need a bit of a top-up."

"Razor you say," she asked somewhat curiously as she put on a small set of black-rimmed glasses and peered over the desk at the komodo, "Ah, yes I thought I knew that name. Thomas, uh Mr Pearson, has been wondering when you two would come back. He's absolutely astounded by you two, and I must say that I am too. A komodo as a pet isn't everyone's first choice."

"Yeah, it's a bit of a long story," Alison replied nervously.

"I'm sure it is," she heard the older lady reply quickly, "But don't worry, I won't keep you long. I just have to go fetch the good doctor, he's the only one allowed to give out this stuff. I'll be back soon, please take a seat."

Giving a nod and thanking her for her help, she watched the lady quickly disappear out a side door before both she and Razor retired to a comfortable chair in a corner on the far side of the wall. Reaching down as Razor curled up beside her chair, she began to gently and lovingly scratch her fingernails over his sides as her palms massaged his pliable muscles and caused him to hiss lightly. Smiling contently, she moved her hands over his back and started stroking along his strong spine as he continued to hiss blissfully and arch his back into her palms, eager to feel more.

Shifting her hands rapidly from his left side to his back, she watched him fall on his side with a heavy thud before he hissed in what she guessed was a laugh as she continued her stroking frenzy; never giving him a moment to rest from her massaging hands. Being on his side, Alison lowered her hands and gently kneaded at the softer, but still very strong, scales on his stomach as he rolled onto his back and flailed his legs happily in the air. Seeing him hissing constantly and almost begging for more, she carefully dropped from her seat and onto her knees as her hands went into overdrive; nails stroking all over his subtle flesh.

Alison smiled happily as she heard his pleasured hisses when a naughty thought crossed her mind. Leaning in close, she slowed her hands and whispered in a sweet, yet sultry tone, "I love you so much, you know. You're just so beautiful, so strong and so loveable." She watched as his hisses quieted and he looked at her with a knowing, almost lusty smile as she added in a more innocent voice, "And you have been helping me so much for the past few days. I mean, we've been so busy lately that we haven't have any time for any fun. But since you've been so helpful lately, maybe we could have some 'fun' when we get home."

Leaning in a little further, she added, "What do you think?"

Razor playfully licked under Alison's chin as he heard her finish her lusty sentence and his mind instantly conjured up several naughty images of what fun they could have when they got home. His creative imagination merged with the seemingly innocent strokes Alison was giving him as he struggled to control the burning sensation in his loins. It was true, it had been several days since his last 'release' after they'd taken on a rather large, and surprisingly difficult, backyard project with multiple garden beds and rose bushes which had afforded little time for their usual fun.

The burning sensation grew even stronger as he felt her light, playful touches increase in speed and pressure as she let her hand dance mere inches above his cloaca. He knew she was teasing him, a sultry smile on her face confirming his thoughts, but he knew he had to try to control himself but the pressure in his groin was getting almost unbearable. Feeling all his pleasure come to a head, he half hissed and half moaned as he slit prepared to part and reveal his hard members when he heard the doors on the far side of the room swing open with a loud, metallic groan.

Alison instantly pulled her hands back to her sides and turned to the source of the noise when she saw a thin, pale skinned man in his mid-thirties with orange, curly hair and bright blue eyes step into the room with a grin on his clean-shaven face. "Alison! So nice to see you again," the man, who she easily recognized as her old friend Tom, said happily, "And I see you brought Razor along too. How's he doing?"

"He pretty good," she said nervously as her face flushed a deep red of embarrassment and worry at how close they'd been to getting caught.

"Is everything alright," Tom asked curiously as he saw the redness in her face, "You look like a kid that's been caught stealing from the cookie jar, as they say."

"No, no. Just off in a world of my own," she lied with a cheerful voice and a nervous scratch to her neck, "We were just waiting and I guess I just drifted off."

She put on as big a smile as she could manage and saw Tom look at her suspiciously before shrugging his shoulders and simply replying, "Good enough for me!"

A sigh of relief echoed in her mind as she thanked god that he didn't push the topic as she seized the opportunity to change it completely. Standing up and looking at his right hand, she saw a large, orange bottle in his grasp and asked as coolly as she could manage, "Oh, is that the medicine?" Flinching a little as though he'd sunk deep into thought, no doubt thinking about why she'd looked so guilty earlier, he looked quickly down at the bottle before looking back to her and responding, "Yep, that's it."

Handing her the bottle, he was about to strike up another conversation with Alison when a voice echoed over the veterinary's PA system calling for his assistance with an olive python. "Dang, and I was looking forward to having a chat about how you and Razor were doing," he said dejectedly before adding much more cheerfully, "Ah well, maybe we can meet up some time and we can have a chat. You could bring along Razor and I could bring along the wife, you remember Rose don't you?"

"Yeah I remember her," Alison responded with glee, "But I thought she wasn't too keen on reptiles? Last time I saw her they really freaked her out."

"She's actually changed a lot," he said with a hint of surprise in his voice, "She now actually love 'em, funnily enough." Leaning down and giving Razor, who had rolled to his feet and now stood beside Alison, a cautious scratch on top of his head he finished by saying, "Besides, he seems a playful as ever. I can't say I've ever met a komodo dragon as nice as this one."

Both laughed a little as Razor hissed pleasurably at the light stroking when the PA system again burst into life with another, more desperate call for Tom. Sighing lightly, he stood up and quickly jotted down another prescription for the medicine before her wished them both farewell and dashed out the door on the far side. She waited a short moment before stuffing the prescription into her handbag and withdrawing her keys as the two made their way back out into the warm sun and into the car.

The ride home was unmentionable, a few people walking by, the gate opening magically on its own as they turned into their home's driveway; nothing really out of the ordinary. It was only when Razor hopped out of the car and smelt, or more 'tasted', something unfamiliar in the air that he could truly tell something was wrong. He flicked his tongue multiple times in an attempt to located the foreign scent and found it to be originating from within the house.

Barreling towards the house and following the scent as it grew even stronger, he began to sense an uneasiness in the air, as though something big was about to happen. Once he arrived at the back door he paced patiently back and forth as he waited for Alison, who seemed to be oblivious to the strange scent, to open it for him as he continued to try and locate the source of the odd 'taste'. Hearing her stand behind him and mutter something he didn't quite catch, although from the sultry tone of voice he could make an informed guess, he heard the jingle of her keys as she prepared to open the door.

Finding the shining silver key that opened the back door, she carefully placed it in the lock and was about to twist it open when she felt the door move slightly. Curious, she palmed the key and put her fingers around the black, plastic handle as she attempted to slide it open. Finding it moving with ease she opened it fully and was about to step inside when she saw razor dash inside with his tongue flicking frantically in the air.

She watched for a moment as he stopped in the living room for a second before dashing down the corridor and out of sight; the light clacking of his nails on the freshly tiled floor the only sign of where he was. Placing her handbag, keys and the medicine on top of a nearby bench, she turned her attention away from Razor for a second and back to the door that had opened so easily. I was sure I'd locked that,_she thought curiously, _I must have just been in too much of a rush. Oh well, guess I should 'help him out' seeings how eager he is.

Walking midway across the room, Alison felt herself becoming wet as she thought about the fun they were going to have when the sound of clattering pans echoed from within the kitchen. Stopping dead in her tracks, she suddenly became very wary as she realized that Razor had run down the hallway, not into the kitchen, and so he couldn't be making those noises. Slowly, almost painfully slowly, she turned around before she made a mad dash for the mobile phone hidden within her handbag. She didn't know for certain what was happening, but the way Razor reacted earlier had made her more nervous than ever before.

Only one step away from her handbag, Alison suddenly felt a painful shove from her side as she was forcefully pushed aside and slammed into the ground. Her vision blurred and her head throbbed as she felt a great weight press down on her sides and disable her legs as she clawed madly as the dark blob above her; desperate to get away. Hitting across its face, she heard the blob curse loudly and knock her arms away before she felt cold metal press against her throat.

Alison froze in fear as her vision finally started to return and she made out part of the blade of what appeared to be a powerful, and very sharp, hunter's knife. Finally able to refocus her senses she heard the intruder, who she guessed was a man from his deep voice, say threateningly, "Well, well, what do we have here? You're home a bit early aren't you, couldn't stay out long enough could you?" Her body froze as she saw looked up and saw a crude balaclava over his face that hid all but the evil in his eyes as she felt him place a hand over her mouth in a further attempt to quiet her as she mumbled in terror. "No no no, do not speak," he yelled angrily, "You have no right to speak!"

Falling silent in a desperate attempt to prolong the inevitable, she felt the pressure on her throat increase as he continued his maddening rant, "There, that's better isn't it? Yes I bet it is. You know I only came here to rob you to start with, but seeing you out here all by yourself... maybe I'll have some fun with you before I kill you!" Her heart raced faster than she thought was even possible as this disgusting monster made his intentions clear to her before he added menacingly, "And who knows, if you're good and keep your mouth shut, I might even let you live!"

Feeling the pressure on the knife decrease as he moved it slightly to the side, though still close enough to kill her, she closed her eyes tightly and prepared for the worst when she heard him suddenly scream in pain and flail his arms uselessly to the sides. Eyes shooting open, she used his lapse in concentration to wrap her hands around his wrist and, with a quick twist and a painful crunch, send the knife skidding across the floor. Using her momentum as adrenaline filled her and replaced her fear with courage, she swiftly positioned her hips along his side before flipping him over and sending him crashing painfully into the ground.

Alison crawled away as fast as she could and backed herself into a wall as she saw Razor standing behind him with his jaws clamped over the lower half of his left leg. Another scream of pain filled the air as she saw Razor quickly release his vice-like grip before biting harshly into his shin on the thief's right leg with enough force to shatter the comparatively weak bone hidden beneath the useless trouser fabric and the thin layer of flesh. She watched as Razor bit down one last time, yet another snap of shattered bones filling the room to join his pained screams, before releasing his leg and quickly stepping back in front of Alison; determined to protect her.

A terrible hiss of indescribable anger shot from Razor's maw as he felt himself becoming blinding by rage directed solely at the monster who would dare harm his mate. He watched for a moment as the thief dragged himself along the floor with his arms and screamed in a mix of terror and pain; his right leg dragging uselessly behind him and smearing blood over the floor. Snarling menacingly, he watched as the thief pushed his back against the far wall, constant screams of terror spewing from his mouth, before Razor began to slowly walk toward the abomination.

Another powerful, bloodcurdling hiss escaped Razor's scaly lips as he opened his mouth wide to revealed his sharp, bloody teeth before advancing even closer. Barely a meter away, he watched as the terrified thief clawed along the wall before suddenly going still as he finally passed out from a mix of blood loss and sheer terror, yet despite this victory he felt his rage only grow. Razor continued to advance even closer, prepared to finish him, as his rage entirely consumed him when he heard Alison call out to him and break through the anger-fueled haze that clouded his mind.

Shaking his head as he snarled intimidatingly at the now unconscious thief, he turned his head quickly back to Alison as he saw her quickly crawl over to him and wrap her arms around him as she whispered soothingly to him. He felt the anger clear as her gentle words and soothing strokes eased his mind and calmed his soul. Nudging carefully against her, he felt her hug him even tighter as her heart, like his, calmed considerably and the two did their best to sooth one and other.

Pulling apart slowly, Alison saw that the thief was still laying silently unconscious against the far wall when she realized what she had to do. Stroking along Razor's back, she felt her nervousness fade as she slowly grabbed her phone from her handbag that had somehow been knocked onto the floor sometime during the commotion. Opening it and quickly dialing the police, she continued to gently run her hands along Razor's back in an effort to comfort him as he stood guard between her and the currently knocked out thief. Hearing a voice on the other side, she started to explain what had happened.

=== 20 Minutes Later ===

"... and that's when I called the police," Alison said in a still nervous, but much more relaxed tone.

"Okay miss, thank you for this," the officer, a young man in his forties, said with care, "I know it can't have been easy to recall this but this statement should be enough to put him away fro a long time."

"Yeah," she replied simply, "Thanks."

Seeing him smiling comfortingly she heard him add, "Don't worry, your friend here won't be going anywhere. We've been after this thief for a while, the little bugger, and with this we can finally send him away. Besides, I'm sure I could overlook his involvement."

She looked the officer in the eyes and smiled much happier as she realized she and Razor would still be able to be together despite what had happened. Unable to voice her glee, she saw him simply nod cheerfully, happy to have put a smile back on her face, before calling out to his people and ordering them to clear out. As the last young officer slowly sauntered out the door with an expensive looking machine under his arm, Alison allowed herself to sigh heavily.

"That was not fun," she said solemnly as Razor poked his head up and gently caressed her arm with his tongue, "Oh don't worry, I think I'll be fine. I just need a moment to relax is all." Kneeling down and hugging him tightly as she felt him stand on his hind legs and imitate her hug, she added in a much more relaxed, much more cheerful tone, "Thanks for being there for me. You're the best." She heard him hiss playfully and she could only guess that he was agreeing with her about how awesome he was; something that made her laugh happily.

Humming peacefully and continuing to hug him tight as she felt her heart warm and her nerves calm from the simple action, she slowly pulled away before giving him one last loving scratch to his soft, under-head scales. "It's so weird", she said in an oddly cheerful tone with a pleased smile on her face as she looked deep into his intelligent eyes, "I know what just happened, but I feel alright." She rubbed her cheek lovingly against his, an action he reciprocated, before slowly pulling away and giving him a hearty, gleeful smile and muttering, "Come on, let's go get cleaned up."

Razor's heart filled with an odd mix of pride and happiness when he saw his love return to her normal, carefree self as she stood up and gracefully wandered down the hallway towards the bathroom. Giving a smile, or as best he could manage with his scaled lips, he slowly started after her as she quickly ducked into the bathroom door on the left with a giddy, almost teasing smile on her face that beckoned him to follow. At any other time he would have thought showering so early in the day was odd, indeed the sun was yet to dip below the hills in the distance, but as he walked closer he remembered Alison's teasing at the veterinary center.

A new feeling of lust replaced the pride and cheerfulness that burned in his heart as his mind began to wonder if his assumption was correct while his loins begged for him to be right. Peering around the side of the door and into the room, he saw water pouring steadily from the shiny, brass shower head that loomed above the shower's base and saw Alison throw another piece of clothing into the clothes basket beside her. Taking only a moment to check what it was, a black bra sitting atop the mountain of other clothes, he thrummed lightly to let her know of his presence.

Turning slowly to face the noise behind her, she smiled lustfully before walking over to him, crouching down and hugging him tightly with her mostly naked body; her large, firm breasts pressing against his strong, masculine chest. "Good to see you came," she said in the most innocent voice she could manage to hide her own libido, "Have you come to have a shower too?" She smiled happily as he licked lovingly across her right cheek, something which made her notice that he had somehow removed the blood in his mouth, before nuzzling playfully against her plump breasts.

"Hey, that tickles," she exclaimed in a giggly voice as she felt him rub even harder against her plump breasts, "Come on now, wouldn't want you to miss out on your bath." She moaned a little as the tickling sensation died down and she saw him carefully step around her before he sauntered his way into the shower with a knowing grin. Feeling her plain, black panties becoming soaked with excitement, she quickly slid them down to reveal her clean-shaven vagina before tossing them into the clothes basket to join the rest of her clothing.

Stepping into the shower, she felt the warm, soothing water wash over her muscles and relax her body as she allowed herself a brief moment to revel in its soothing embrace. Feeling a gentle nudge at her lower, left leg, she saw Razor nuzzling lovingly against her as he seemed even more relaxed and playful than he had been only moments ago. She smiled a simple smile before turning around and slowly closing the door to the enormous shower, easily big enough for four people, when she felt something slicker and warmer than the shower water crept between her legs.

"Oh god," Alison exclaimed in a mix of surprise and pleasure as she felt the rough, writhing member lap over her sensitive mound and lick teasingly around her wet lips. Moaning loudly as she felt the pleasurable member slowly trace a circle around her needy lips and rub slowly over her sensitive clitoris, she took a brief glance over her shoulder and saw her mate sitting back on his tail with his neck craned up and a look of ecstasy etched onto his face. Another long moan escaped her throat as she felt him nibble carefully at her clitoris and start rubbing his tongue harder against her dripping entrance, still trying to tease her.

Unable to stand his teasing any longer, she pushed herself against the sturdy, shower door and slowly slid down, moaning in need as she felt his tongue leave her mound, until she finally rested against the shower floor. Turning herself over so she was facing him, she panting lustfully and felt her face burn a bright red at how embarrassed she felt to be so needy, before spreading her legs wide and using her fingers to part her outer lips. Lust completely clouded her mind as she looked back at him and playfully asked, "Would you like to help me out?"

Razor felt his heart skip a beat as he gazed over his mate's beautiful form and saw her spread herself so eagerly as she almost begged for him to help her achieve her release. A dominant growl erupted from his throat as his held back lust finally burst and he quickly dashed over to her before burying his nose in her snatch in one swift movement. He heard a loud scream of bliss come from his lover as he rested his powerful snout against her tight vagina before opening his mouth the slightest amount and snaking his agile tongue deep into her warm confines.

Another moan escaped Alison's lips as she felt him push even deeper into her slick, needy snatch and she only briefly wondered how he was always so good at this; this being far from their first time. Her eyes shot wide and she squealed again as she suddenly felt the rough texture of his tongue lapping at her walls combine with the smoothness of his scaly nose playfully rubbing over her clitoris. Hands scrambling to find something, anything, to hold on to, she panted loudly as she felt him increase his speed and lap even faster as she used all her willpower to force her imminent release back.

She screamed louder and wrapped her hands around Razor's neck as she carefully pushed her hips further into his snout as his tongue pleasurably pounded against her most sensitive areas without pause. "Yes," she screamed out to him in desperation, "More, give me it all!" Suddenly, as though Razor was waiting for her desperate invitation, she felt him straighten his tongue and open his jaws even wider before plunging impossibly far into her depths and driving his tongue hard against her cervix.

Razor closed his eyes expectantly as he heard his mate scream in bliss and hug his neck tightly as her tight snatch clamped down on his struggling tongue before he felt the first wave of her hot, slimy juices shoot from her sacred orifice. Hissing lightly and opening his mouth as wide as his flexible jaws would allow him, he continued to drive his tongue deep into his mate and rub it against her over-sensitive cervix as another three more waves of her potent orgasm squirted from her snatch and into his waiting maw. Shuddering as the torrent of delicious liquid finally slowed to a trickle, he felt her muscles start to loosen as he slowly retracted his tongue into his mouth.

Finally free of the vice-like confines of his lover's delicate vagina, he gave one last teasing lick to her small clitoris before fully returning his tongue to his mouth. The taste of her sweet nectar lingered on his tongue as he fully returned the slick member to his mouth and began to spread the liquid around his mouth in a desperate attempt to enjoy every last second of it. Tilting his head back into the warm water that washed over them, he felt the slickness run down his throat and into his waiting stomach to join the rest of her juices as he shuddered in delight before returning his attention to his panting mate.

Alison's mind was still lightly veiled in bliss as she slowly returned from her orgasmic high and let her eyes fall over her lover's toned form. As her mind cleared and her vision refocused, she quickly scanned his muscular form until her eyes found what she was looking for; a heavy pair of thick, powerful members standing proudly between his legs. Panting heavily, she felt her need impossibly burn inside her again as she slowly dragged herself forward and carefully raised his face to meet hers before she smiled lovingly and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Instantly she felt his powerful tongue push against her lips and easily overpower her smaller, more delicate tongue as he delved into her mouth and playfully licked along the top of her mouth. A moan worked its way up her throat as she felt him rub his tongue over hers and smear her sweet orgasm over her taste-buds and elevate the naughtiness of this simple kiss to new levels. Feeling a naughty thought enter her mind, she smiled internally before rubbing her left hand gently along his side and massaging his powerful muscles as she redoubled her efforts and battled his tongue even more passionately than before.

Continuing her treatments on both his loving tongue and his sensitive side as she felt him lean into her massaging hand, Alison gave one last powerful stroke along his side before quickly breaking from the kiss and retracting her hand. Feeling his tongue pull from her mouth as he harmlessly flopped onto his side, she wasted no time as she gently placed one soothing hand on his chest while her other tickled his back right foot. Seeing him hissing in what she knew was laughter, she again tickled his foot before taking both hands together and massaging his foot scales.

Alison listened intently as she heard his hiss change from one of laughter to one of curiosity and pleasure as she continued to push her thumbs gently into the subtle scales on his foot; this was the first time she'd tried anything like this and she had a lot more she was eager to try out. Watching closely as she continued to carefully rub over his foot she saw him lay back in relaxation and hiss lightly in bliss before flexing his toes at her expectantly. Eager to please, and eager to try out the next phase of her plan, she slowly moved her hands up along his toes and carefully massaged them before she leaned in and lovingly kissed the bottom of his spotless foot.

Turning her eyes to see his reaction, she was delighted to see him smile lovingly back at her as she again placed her soft lips against his wonderful foot scales and kissed it. Moving her hands so she was able to gain better access to the rest of his foot, she lifted slightly away from his foot before moving up and kissing him again on the far right toe as he wiggled them happily at her. She couldn't really explain why, but each kiss only seemed to increase the lust burning inside her as she felt the primal urge, the inexplicable need, to continue to please him in such a unique way.

Throwing her thoughts aside as she saw him again flex his toes at her, clearly enjoying the treatment and eager for more, she redoubled her efforts and slowly, and passionately, started to kiss along each toe before returning to the center of his foot. Not wanting to please only one foot, she carefully placed down his back right foot before quickly picking up his back left foot and planting a passionate, loving kiss in its center. Pulling back up and seeing him writhe in bliss, she leaned back down to his foot and kissed her way up to his spotless toes before gingerly sticking out her tongue and running it experimentally across his toes.

She heard him hiss even louder in pleasure and saw him shoot her a pleased look as she moved back down to the center of his foot and place another passionate kiss on his foot. I don't know why,_she thought curiously as she again slowly ran her tongue up his clean feet before planting another kiss on top of his flexing toes, _But this just feels so good! Returning to the bottom of his foot she watched as he wriggled his toes even faster in desperation to again fell her delicate tongue run over them as he let out a pleasurable growl unlike anything she'd even heard; she knew she wasn't the only one enjoying this.

Her lust had risen to almost unbearable levels and she felt something other than the shower water running from between her legs as she pushed her smaller fingers between his toes while she kissed the top of his foot. The burning in her loins had almost taken over her mind as she gave one last, passionate kiss to the bottom of his foot before licking up tantalizingly to the top of his foot and moaning blissfully. Finally unable to hold back any longer, she kissed across the top of each of his toes and gave a final submissive lick across the bottom of his foot scales before sliding back from him.

Razor hissed, panted and growled in need as he felt the pleasure to his foot course through to his loins and make his twin spires shoot even more slimy pre-cum across his stomach. He was struggling to hold off his orgasm, desperate for this to never end, when he suddenly felt the pleasure at his feet disappear and his release elude him. Hissing in disappointment as he felt himself being denied the orgasm he desperately craved, he craned his neck to the side to see what had happened when he saw Alison on her hands and knees with her head turned to face him and her mouth agape in need.

Instantly he knew what she wanted and he felt his own lust take control of his mind as he swiftly rolled to his side and onto his feet in one agile motion. Unable to control his lust, and beyond desperate to finally release his pent up love, he quickly walked up behind her and stood over her before steadying his weight and preparing himself. He fended off his lust-fueled mind for a brief moment as he lined up his thick members with each of her tight orifices and waited for her confirmation.

A small nod and a mutter that sounded like "Do it!" was all it took before Razor thrust forward and impaled his mate with both his pre-cum slicked shafts; one easily sinking into her well-lubricated pussy while the other slipped into her ass with only a token resistance. Both moaned loudly in pleasure as his members sunk completely into her with a wet 'slap' as he arched his back to the ceiling and hissed louder than he ever had before. He stayed stationary for what seemed a lifetime as her spasming muscles tried to milk him; he knew he wouldn't last long, but he was determined to draw out as much pleasure for the both of them as possible.

Content that Alison seemed to have adjusted to his large members, he began quickly rocking his hips back and forth as he forcefully pulled on his shafts and dragged his thick barbs along her walls before harshly shoving them back in to the hilt. He stopped for a moment as he realized how powerful the thrust had been and was beginning to worry about his mate when he heard her say lustfully, "You seem a little pent up. Go on, why don't you show me how much of a stud you really are?"

The words echoed in his mind as he smiled in a mix of lust and love before tearing back out his shaft and shoving them back in even harder than he had before. He heard Alison squeal in delight below him and beg him to go harder as his worry was replaced with a need for release as he continued to tear both hemipenes out to the tip before forcing them back inside both her blissfully tight orifices; the barbs on either rod gripping at her walls and sending them both to a new level of pleasure. A loud thrumming echoed from him as he felt each of his powerful thrusts forward being met with an equally powerful thrust back that caused one of his thick, pulsing shafts to push constantly against his lover's sensitive cervix as though it begged for entry.

Powerful hisses and screams of bliss mixed with the pattering of water as Alison felt her cervix being constantly battered by one thick shaft while his other member drove deeper than ever inside her ass. She moaned again and panted heavily as she felt him harshly pull out again and leave her feeling empty before he forced her contracting muscles open and drove deep down inside her. I don't think he's ever taken me this hard, she thought lustfully between thrusts,And, oh god, how I love it. Trying to force my cervix open, tearing so nicely at my slutty ass. I don't think I can last much...

Alison's thoughts were cut short as she suddenly felt him thrust impossibly hard into her and force open her cervix, letting the head of his thick, barbed shaft enter her most inner sanctum. "Oh god yes," she screamed at the top of her lungs as her orgasm rolled upon her, "I-I'm... Oh god!" She felt her muscles clamp down on his shafts and trap both deep inside her, the head of one still trapped past her cervix, as she felt her vagina spew forth more slimy liquids to coat his massive spires in her second and most intense orgasm of the day. She knew it wouldn't be long before he followed.

Feeling the slick muscles trapping his spire in her snatch as they convulsed around his members and milked him dry, he arched his head to the ceiling one last time and let out a primal hiss of delight before finally achieving his own release. He remained unmoving and felt everything except him and his mate disappear from his mind as he started to empty his thick, stringy, potent load into her orifices. Torrents of fertile, rich seed spurted constantly from both tips and coated her insides as he imaged what it would like; painting her a beautiful pearly white with his seed.

Continuing to cum harder than he ever remembered, he imaged what it must feel like for her, to have been bred so wonderfully hard and now to have his gooey, white sperm inside not only her tight ass, but also directly inside her young womb. Numerous images popped into his head as he imaged the thick torrents rushing into her and splattering wetly against the back of her fertile womb as he painted that a lovely, pearly white too. He couldn't help but drift off further into his lust as he felt a pressure begin to grow at the tips of his shafts as he realized his internal balls must have been containing more than he thought.

It was only after several blissfully wonderful minutes that he finally felt himself coming back to reality and let the last image of Alison's swollen stomach exit his mind. He panted heavily and breathed deep, as though he hadn't taken a breath the whole time, before steadying himself with his tail and carefully pulling out of her with a wet pop; some of his rich semen still coating his spires as they retracted into his protective slit. He thrummed a little in bliss as he saw even more of his semen slowly leak from her snatch before stopping completely.

Walking up slowly beside her, he saw her breathing heavily and mumbling happily as he nuzzled affectionately across her side. Seeing her flop on her side and pat happily at her surprisingly bloated stomach, he watched as she weakly wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly; something which he eagerly returned. He licked lovingly along her check as she kissed him tiredly on the nose and mumbled soothingly, "That was intense."

Alison smiled and let out a little laugh as she saw her previous comment draw a happy smile from Razor before he nuzzled lovingly against her side again. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," she said soothingly as she sensed his worry and returned his affections with another playful kiss to his nose that seemed to instantly calm him. Taking a moment to look into his eyes, she saw love and compassion burning fiercely in them as he slowly backed up to allow her slide herself up against the wall.

Giving a playful stroke under his chin as he stood along side her and steadied her on her shaky legs, she quickly reached for the taps and turned the water off before making her way to the shower door. Opening it with relative ease, she noted that although her legs now seemed to be back under her control, she also felt extremely tired. Yawning loudly, she grabbed two large, woolen towel from the towel-rack beside her before wrapping one around herself and carefully wrapping the other one around him; something he actually quite enjoyed.

Kneeling down and looking into his loving, intelligent eyes she slowly leaned in and gave him a loving kiss on the nose before wrapping her arms around him and whispering in a voice like fine silk, "I love you, Razor."