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As the two approached the home - Mary confused as all hell by the explanation of how some people enjoyed being completely submissive and controlled by another, thinking that Zerrex was just being a chauvinistic bastard but then remembering the story about his ex and deciding she was just... sheltered - the reptile frowned at the sight of his lights on. He knew he'd turned them off... and he rarely turned on the living room light. Then he caught sight of a silhouette in the window, before a tear-streaked face peered through as they reached the walk... and at the sight of Cindy, looking battered and sorrowful, Zerrex abandoned all pretexts of having no feelings for her and ran forwards, knocking Mary stumbling as she gazed at him with complete shock, the reptile flinging open the door hard enough to crack the wall and cause it to rebound into him, but he ignored the small pain it caused and instead rushed into the living room with concern on his face.

The look of anguish and... actual, real worry on his face set Cindy off into another gale of tears, although her eyes hurt from crying for the last two and a half hours, after cleaning up and getting Elliot to drive her over here, once she'd changed into a pair of jeans and an old, too-big sweater and out of her ripped and what she now thought of as too-revealing clothing. She'd taken a shower here... and that's when she'd started to cry, after Elliot had left and she'd been alone. Now it was about twenty after midnight, and her tears flowed again... but they were of relief as the reptile picked her up and cradled her in his arms, holding her against him and rocking her slowly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoved her head against his chest.

She cried long and hard, for nearly twenty minutes as Zerrex quietly held her against his chest and Mary slipped around the two as Zerrex stood in the middle of the room, to set about making food and hot tea for them all. Then, after she'd come in with sandwiches, crackers and a kettle of the green tea she'd found in the reptile's cupboards, Cindy finally began to quiet, and Zerrex gently set her on the couch and sat still holding her.

When Cindy's reddened eyes looked up at him, and she took one of his hands, the reptile forgot everything about himself and focused only on her. When she asked him in a nearly-inaudible voice to not be mad after what she had to say, at least not right now, he'd nodded firmly and gazed at her with eyes that revealed concern only for one thing - her. Then she'd cried for a few more minutes, and Mary had gently rubbed her back and whispered her soothing things as Zerrex merely looked at her with a strange constriction in his chest and deep pain burning on his usually-expressionless face... and although part of Mary wanted to yell at him for doing nothing more than cradling her and holding her hand, she knew from the way Cindy clung to him that he was doing more for her with the worry in his eyes than she could with a million affections, kind words and trays of food and tea.

Then Cindy began to talk; she told them of what happened, of how she'd been taking out the organic trash that Elliot just let rot in the back of the alley - it ever stank, but they couldn't afford taking it to the dump - and when she'd turned around, she'd seen Lone, holding a gun on her... and then... then she'd been raped. She'd started to cry again, but she'd continued to talk... saying how he'd fled afterwards, threatened to kill her if she told him, and then been found by Elliot... how he'd cleaned her up, then brought her here at her request, and that he wanted a phone call as soon as Zerrex could so he knew she was safely under his protection, that he'd be up all night waiting if he had to... and then she'd even apologized for using his shower without his permission, but that she still felt so... so dirty...

Zerrex had put aside the rage that this had brought up and focused on her - it amazed him that he could do this, that he could actually... not give in to the urges, that he could merely put them aside and instead hold her and comfort her and... and how good that made him feel. Then he'd glanced at Mary, before gently asking her if she could phone Elliot for him; she'd nodded, then he'd looked at Cindy and asked quietly if she wanted to go to bed, not knowing what else could be done. She'd said she would in a few minutes, then the three had sat silently on the couch together for about half an hour, eating slowly... before, as if the sentence had never been left off thirty minutes ago, if he could sleep with her.

Zerrex had nodded casually, as if he'd expected this, but it caused nervousness to be added on top of everything he was feeling and trying to deal with... it was all happening so fast, and he couldn't believe that... that he had such feelings inside of him for this girl, this Drakkaren female that he should be able to laugh at and taunt about getting fucked by a stupid wolf with a gun he didn't know how to use, just to lap up the pain it would cause... but seeing her cry brought him no pleasure. It was like on the few occasions when his ex had cried, not because she'd been physically hurt but... for some other reason that they'd both agree later was dumb, like being rejected or humiliated or beaten at something by one of the others on the team. It brought pain into his heart... and he'd never realized he even had a heart anymore that did more than pump blood through his veins: it hurt him to see her hurt.

Mary offered to take the couch before Zerrex could even ask, and he'd nodded, then Cindy had quietly said she'd like to go to bed now... Zerrex had nodded, then carried her to his room and gently placed her down on the bed, then he'd laughed faintly as he dug through his clothes dresser and produced a plain, battered shirt for her to sleep in - a white one with some stupid collage on the front that he'd never wear, but would come down to her knees and be good for her to sleep in. He handed her that to change into for the night, and she'd quietly but unhesitatingly changed in the room as Mary leaned in the doorway, as Zerrex dug through his things for a pen and a piece of paper, which he'd then torn off and handed to the feline as Cindy pulled the shirt on over her panties and naked breasts.

"It's a bit of a walk, but no one will hurt you." The reptile said softly, watching Cindy from the corner of his eye as she quietly crawled under the covers and pulled them up. Mary studied his face as he paused for a moment, then gave her simple directions that would take her to the nearest phone-booth - after all, he didn't have a phone in his home. Then he dug in his pocket, found no loose change, and before he could search his room, Mary just laughed quietly and said softly she still had her tip money in the pocket she'd sewn into her dress. Then she'd glanced at them and softly wished the two goodnight, leaving the reptiles in awkward silence.

Zerrex sat on the edge of the bed as Cindy looked up at him quietly, then he reached up and brushed a hand through his hair, feeling embarrassed before asking in a hesitating voice: "Would you... like me to leave my clothes on?"

He came to realize now he was seeing a different side of the rapes he performed... it didn't cause any stirrings of guilt - he knew all too well what rape caused, being a child born of it, but he'd never actually had to deal with it... his mother had died shortly after he'd turned ten - but it did make him worried about how he had to act now. After all, he usually took what he pleased... but for whatever reason... Cindy was important. Now, maybe more than ever, since her innocence was broken... and her virginity, even, that thing about her he'd wanted her to lose in a special time, not a goddamn rape, he knew that made her hurt even more...

But Cindy shook her head, and then answered quietly: "Sleep however you want... even... I wouldn't even mind if you were naked."

Zerrex looked into her sapphire gaze, and then he nodded slowly, now frowning a bit as he realized she was, in her own way, sending him a plea; telling him what she'd like him to do. He looked at her softly... then he'd stripped off his clothing, even his boxers... and was surprised when Cindy sat up and removed her shirt, then her panties and sat naked herself.

The two looked at each other for a few long moments, both of them nude, both of them without any masks, Zerrex no longer pretending that Cindy wasn't important and Cindy no longer denying what she felt for what was in her mind not a huge, scary male, but a dark yet gentle soul that had been tortured by his experiences into something new... and then she reached up a hand, and Zerrex took it, and they stood like that before she guided him down into bed beside her, and then pushed against his body.

They lay together like that for a short while, then Cindy crawled up a bit against the reptile's firm chest, her arms locked around him before she'd gazed into his eyes, and he gazed back... for the longest time, the longest eternity, their eyes stared into one another... and then Cindy said in a soft voice as a blush tinged her cheeks, as Zerrex's hands quietly massaged her lower back but sought no lower or higher to her front: "After what he did to me... I feel... I feel... dirty. I feel violated... even inside me, down there... and... I want it scraped out. I want that feeling gone and..." with this, one of her hands snaked over his side, then pushed against his chest before slowly slipping downwards and then gripping him, making him gasp as he felt himself quake a bit, trembling in a way that no female had ever elected from him. "...I think the only way... the best way... is if you... make it all better... if you put yourself in me... I think you can cancel out what he did and... make me all better..."

"Cindy..." Zerrex breathed, staring down at her, feeling his body reacting to hers and feeling hers reacting to his, not knowing what caused her to be so with him, to push against him, to touch him in that way, only able to stare into her eyes and know that she wanted it out of something that was not lust, out of something that was not desire, or even want to override sexuality by sexuality... but to kill off that new fear that had been instilled in her and the pain and anguish of the night with physical intimacy, with a show between them of what could only be one thing: love.

She didn't reply, and he said nothing more. Their eyes said more than either of them could in a far shorter period of time. So she lay down on her back, and he rolled on top, and when he pushed into her, it was gentle - far gentler than he ever had before, letting her adjust to him, realize her limits and then realize further when she moaned and felt him dig deeper that she could surpass even the physical limitations of her body, so long as it was done right... and he did it in a way that she only bled a little, and that was because she had been so recently a virgin and so roughly raped by the wolf.

She could feel the humongous head of his cock rolling against her torn lips, the rounded tip of his penis moving slowly up and down as he panted quietly, pinning her - but gently! - by her wrists as he rocked his hips slowly, thrusting not into her but up her lips and letting her feel his hugeness, prepare herself for him as she bucked back against him and moaned quietly, eyes half-closed with strange, exotic bliss as he rolled the thick top of his shaft against her vagina again and again.

She moaned quietly as he slowly pulled back, spreading her legs wider for the Drakkaren as she felt him release one of her wrists to reach down and grasp his own thick shaft, lightly guiding it against the entrance to her passage. She groaned softly as she felt the massive pressure bearing forwards against her sensitive vagina, the gigantic obsidian member causing a strange, pleasurable friction against her damaged entrance: despite whatever pain the wolf had put her through earlier, now her desire for the huge male was overriding any fear she had of his monstrous shaft.

She gazed up into his emerald eyes, mouth slightly agape with the pleasure of the Drakkaren's immensity being slowly toyed against her vagina, her free hand moving to stroke and massage his masculine chest, tracing over the powerfully-defined musculature with the tips of her fingers. She bucked slowly against him, feeling the thick, rounded head of the girthy penis sink forwards into her, stretching her as she arched her back, her breasts pressing up against his strong chest as he leaned down and she let out a long sigh of pleasure, eyes locked with the male's as he stared into hers with a strange wonder that was almost childlike in its innocent amazement.

The reptile thrusted his huge cock forwards lazily, and Cindy cried out gently, feeling her passage stretching, stretching as he guided the immense meat forwards not with ramming strength, but only with enough power to gradually widen her, making her body tremble powerfully beneath him as he moved his thick black flesh into her. He let go of her other wrist, and she immediately reached up, stroking down his muzzle, over his face, tangling her hand in his hair and pulling him down towards her, their mouths hungrily meeting and working against one another's as her hand stroked over his chest and one of his anchored his body over hers, the other reaching down to grasp a breast as their tongues danced together and he pulled gently back, making her breathe a hot moan into his muzzle as she felt him gradually, gently stretching her out as best he could while hurting her as little as possible.

She let out another nearly-startled sound of pleasure into the larger male's muzzle again, rocking her body up against his before she arched her back, their mouths breaking apart as she released another long, loud groan into the air, drool falling from her agape jaws as Zerrex let out his own grunt of pleasure, his body bearing down on hers as he squeezed one of her firm breasts, pressing his palm down atop her bust, feeling her hard, peaked nipple grazing against his hand as he bore down against it. She let out another sound of pleasure at the gropes, pushing herself forwards against his grasping hand as she felt heat building steadily in her crotch, felt only bliss as the immense tip of the huge obsidian pulled back so only the very tip of the head was inserted before beginning to thrust slowly forwards again, giving her a pleasure she never would have believed possible from being stretched by the giant penis.

Soon, the female felt a strange, wonderful sensation growing in her passage, releasing shorter sounds of pleasure as she began to buck her hips against the enormous shaft, rocking herself against the thick head as her vagina tightened against the tip, bearing down on the rounded top of the girthy penis. Zerrex let out a surprised grunt, his eyes opening to stare down into Cindy's marvelous blue, the female looking up at him with an expression of extreme pleasure instead of the pain he was used to seeing in the eyes of the females he was taking, listening with pleasure to her rising cries of ecstasy. He felt her bucking up against, then she let out a long cry of bliss, pressing her warm body up against his firmly-muscled form as her vagina began to rhythmatically contract, giving her the first ever orgasm she'd ever experienced as her juices flowed down her passage and burst free of her stretched orifice, coating her inner legs and the fleshy head of his member.

The reptile grunted at the pressure on the sensitive tip of his penis, clutching into the blankets on the bed with one hand and the other grasping her breast firmly, sending another thrill of warm pleasure through her as she cried out again, her eyes still staring up into his with wonderment and desire as she breathed: "Yes, Zerrex! Yes! Please... oh please... I want you inside me now... if it's this much bliss now, I want to feel the pleasure that having all of you in me will give me..."

Zerrex gazed passionately back down into her eyes, leaning down to kiss her sloppily and hungrily for a few slow moments, their tongues dancing and his larger one dominating hers as it sought down into her mouth, pushing towards her throat and wrestling with the female's, pinning it against the inside of her muzzle before he pulled back with a groan and thrusted forwards at the same time, sinking a bit more of his enormous girth and making her cry out as he slid his massive, thick shaft into her passage, lubricated by her own juices. He couldn't help but grin, panting quietly as he pushed himself forwards, easily passing through her stretched lips and now widening her passage further as his large cock sought deeper into her, making her release another long groan of what was pure pleasure from the gentle but passionate movements of the much-larger Drakkaren. "I can't wait to experience that either, Cindy... ooh, it's so good already, and there's so little of me in you... yeah, just wait until all of me is in..."

And the pleasure he caused her outweighed everything that had happened as he took her, their hips and bodies rocking together as he slowly forced inch after inch of monstrous black member forwards, moving slowly, stretching her as he felt himself forcing into her depths: with more than two feet of his thirty-two inch length, he paused, his body arched over hers, muscles bulging considerably as he rested overtop her, her legs clutching his thick waist as her jaw gaped open with pleasure, eyes half-closed and staring at nothing, head thrown back as hot pants and moans issued forth from her mouth. He groaned quietly as he looked down at her, one arm stretched out to the side and anchoring himself overtop, his other grasping a large, firm swell and working it slowly in one hand as his eyes roved over her hungrily.

He could feel heat and surprising pressure on his immense penis, along with the lubrication of her juices... and what was probably beads of warm blood dripping down his legs and rolling off his hot testicles. But despite how much he'd stretched her, likely torn and ripped her inner folds and the lips of her sex... the hardness of her nipples, the way she thrusted her body up towards him, the loud, wanting moans issuing from her muzzle... all these told him she was in the deepest throes of pleasure, and not agony like with most of the people he'd managed to penetrate most of his shaft into. Then he found himself surprised as Cindy slowly brought her head up, panting hard as she looked into his eyes, hers own burning with desire as her hands reached up and wrapped around his neck, and she whispered in what was almost a sexual rasp, punctuating her words with a hard buck of her hips that sank even more of him into her: "Give it all... please give me it all..."

Zerrex groaned at the pleasure of her gripping vagina, feeling her inner folds massaging along the length of his massive shaft... even though he was almost sure he had pierced her somewhere deep, probably torn through her sexual passageways and into somewhere else... but as she bucked again, he thrusted forwards powerfully, and she let out a loud, long moan of what was not pain but obviously bliss as she arched her back, arms squeezing him down closer to her as her head fell back. Her breasts pressed up against his body, the firm swells rolling against his strong chest as the male let out another grunt of pleasure, rolling one hand down from gripping the mound to grasping her hip instead as he gave a final hard thrust forwards, and Cindy let out another loud cry, her jaws agape and eyes wide as he filled her up with all of his massive length, the full thirty-two inch, monstrous penis buried into her, his immense testicles resting against her anus. The two panted together, Zerrex's rougher and more animal, Cindy's lustful and high-pitched, and then the reptile slowly drew back before thrusting deep into her, hilting into her again with the slick slosh of his shaft burying into her tight passage. It made Cindy moan loudly, bucking against him as his testicles bumped her rosebud, her arms squeezing his thick-muscled body down against her as he began rhythmatic, strong thrusts that pulled more than half his girthy shaft out before sinking it again.

The Drakkaren thrusted his member in and out of her slowly but powerfully, keeping up a steady rhythm as Cindy bucked against his body, letting out loud sounds of pleasure that could almost be mistaken for agony... but long ago the Boss had learned to differentiate the sounds of pain from those of pleasure in sex, and these were definitely the latter. He himself was panting hotly, his breath washing over her face as she looked up at him with eyes that burned with desire and want, kissing and nipping at his muzzle and throat as her blue irises gazed passionately up into his emerald, rocking her body in tandem with his, rolling her firm breasts against his groping hand as her muzzle hung agape with the sexual pleasure. His thick cock continued to stretch her, scraping and ripping her slightly, but the pain only added to her newfound erotic ecstasy.

She could feel his huge navy orbs striking firmly against her with every thrust, smacking into her wetly as his thick penis sank into the lips of her sex with its own exotic squish of massive shaft burying into stretched passage. Her hips rocked powerfully back against the much-larger male with every thrust, and she let herself fall back again as one of his hands worked her bust, squeezing it slowly as the other kept himself above her, feeling a lighter, sensuous pleasure rolling from her chest as he toyed with her nipples and worked his fingers expertly against her large swells. Soon, she felt that strange heat rising in her loins again... but this time, with the added pleasure of the gigantic male buried inside her, the erotic feeling was perhaps a thousand times stronger than it had been before.

Her moans rose in volume, becoming soft cries of pleasure... then those too took on an edge, almost turning into screams of ecstasy as she vocalized her bliss, the sounds only adding to Zerrex's pleasure and inciting him to thrust harder, faster, rocking his hips back and forth, using his weight now and rocking the bed with her every shove of his massive length into her, bedsprings creaking and the headboard banging lightly against the wall as his muscles flexed and worked, thick cock pistoning in and out of the female as she let out cry after cry of bliss. As he worked more than half his huge length in and out, Cindy began to rock back against him with rising passion, forcing her muzzle hungrily onto his, working and dancing their tongues together with a sexual fervor that surprised the male as her hips bucked elatedly back against the reptile's firm, thrusting shaft, his testicles smacking against her with enough force to send shivers of pleasure through his body before she suddenly pulled back and voiced a long cry of bliss, her eyes closing tight and her hands coming down to grasp his shoulders as her vagina tightened almost painfully around his length and began to rapidly, rhythmatically contract once more.

Cindy released another shriek of erotic pleasure as she rocked powerfully in time with the contractions of her passage, her juices seeming to explode down her passage with hurricane force, feeling herself squeezing onto the gigantic Drakkaren cock so tightly that it actually hurt... but the sheer force of her orgasm only added to the amazing ecstasy she felt, whether it was painful or not. She felt the huge cock shoving back and forth, in and out of her again and again, Zerrex grunting above her as he arched his back and pistoned his obsidian penis powerfully in and out of her convulsing passage, feeling himself further lubricated by the great release of her sexual fluids down his shaft as he groaned loudly and clutched one of her breasts almost tight enough to bruise.

His muscles bulged as he worked himself powerfully back and forth, knowing he had little control left over himself as he slammed his cock into her again and again: he grunted in hot pleasure at the feeling of his immensity pounding her, at the feeling of taking this female so... powerfully but causing her only pleasure as Cindy shrieked and moaned beneath him, rocking her body hard against the huge male, her legs clutching his thick waist tightly as she felt him penetrate her deep again and again.

Then, as Zerrex felt himself nearing the brink of control, he rolled over and let her take the top, making Cindy moan loudly at the feeling of his cock shifting inside her, shoving against one wall of her sensitive, stretched passage before she found herself laying atop the reptile's strong body, her legs barely able to straddle him as she panted hard and looked down at the reptile... who looked back with equal passion before he silently nodded. Cindy immediately sat up, moaning loudly at the feeling of the tower of meat inside of her, her hands reaching down to push on his thickly-muscled abs, her eyes staring into his as his stared back. Her own were half-lidded, her mouth slightly agape, and her eyes full of a pleasure so deep and right that it couldn't be denied or ignored as she felt one large hand of the male grasp her hip. His other grasped the sheets at first, but then, as Cindy began to move herself up and down the rod of flesh, giving low cries of pleasure with every one of her movements, her bouncing breasts invited him... and the reptile couldn't resist reaching his free hand up as she leaned forwards and began to move her body up and down his shaft in earnest, making both of them groan quietly as the male's hand worked and massaged one swell, then the other with slow but blissful actions, his eyes hungrily watching the flex of her body and the jiggling of her breasts as he began to thrust in time with her bouncing.

His gigantic shaft penetrated her again and again, sinking to the hilt into her body as she worked herself up and down the huge rod of flesh, the reptile feeling himself stiffening as he watched his female bedmate willingly working herself up and down his huge penis - no, even hungrily, as she tried to work herself faster and faster, her eyes watching him with as much desire as he watched her, her body trying to move back against his quickening, strengthening shoves upwards as she let out loud cries of bliss that Zerrex now added his own low groans and grunts to, the two working with enough power together to creak the bed in time with the workings of their body, to cause Cindy's breasts to jiggle and bounce as Zerrex grasped both her hips with his hands and pistoned himself upwards into her again and again, to make the muscular male groan loudly and his muscles flex rapidly as he shoved his length into her again and again as she dropped her weight down and down, engulfing his huge length over and over.

Zerrex felt himself stiffening rapidly inside the female's tight vagina... and the pounding of his harder-than-steel cock was causing the female to once more rise towards another orgasm of her own, as she worked her body up and down the girthy, amazingly-firm shaft that was rubbing her stretched vagina in all the right places, only adding to her ecstasy as she bounced herself on the gigantic length of penis. Her own vagina was once more tightening rapidly around the already well-lubricated cock... but before she could release her fluids, Zerrex groaned as he arched his back and he felt his impending orgasm become impossible to ignore, his thrusts becoming almost frenzied as he worked his gigantic member upwards harder and harder into her stretched and savaged vagina, as it hardened fully inside the female, who released a loud shriek of ecstasy in return, her breasts jumping furiously on her chest as her claws scratched into the firm, thick abs of the Drakkaren and her vagina began to clench once more down on the steely cock.

The feeling of the female's passage sealing around his penis as best it could sent the reptile over the edge, causing him to throw back his head and release a loud cry of pleasure as his thrusts picked up in speed, Cindy's entire body jerking up and down, impaled on his gigantic cock as she let out cry after cry of not pain, but immense pleasure and awed passion at the feeling of the reptile's thick load spurting into her: it seemed to fill her entire body with warmth, Zerrex's muscles flexing and the Drakkaren letting out another roar of erotic bliss as seeming gallons of his white seed burst into her, rapidly filling up the feeling and spilling out down around his pistoning shaft, coating her inner legs, his testicles, a puddle of it forming on the base of his tail and beneath their working bodies as Cindy gave shrieks loud enough to compete and chorus with the giant male's, her own orgasm striking her hard and sending a gout of her fluids coursing down the obsidian member... which in turn only caused Zerrex to thrust harder for a few moments into her contracting passage and let loose another stream of his hot, sticky juices as Cindy bounced atop his massive length, bowing forwards as her breasts jiggled and her body jumped up and down the great length.

A few moments later, the two finally slowed to a halt, both of them panting hard before Cindy collapsed atop the thickly-muscled reptile, and then she let out a long, shuddering moan as he drew his massive penis free from her vagina, Zerrex murring deep in his throat as his strong arms wrapped around the female, both lightheaded and amazed by how much pleasure it had given them... and they knew it wasn't only the physical act... but the fact that there was so much between them that had finally been released. They enjoyed the pleasure, the rapture, the joy of what was not only sex, but making love, despite how rough and hard some of it had been.

Then they lay together, naked bodies curled tightly, and they kissed slowly, gently, before Cindy looked into his eyes and finally said the words that pieced Zerrex's dark heart and all the armor of sadism and hate and pain that had been weaved around him. She said, "I love you."

It was only the second time in his life he'd ever heard those words: and for the first time since he'd been small, for the first time in perhaps more than two decades, the reptile felt tears rise, and then they spilled down his cheeks as Cindy reached a hand up to his face, her own eyes filling with the diamonds of emotion as he reached up to push her hand against hers, placed against his harsh features, and he whispered back, stuttering, his breath hitching: "I love you too, Cindy..."

They curled tighter, they kissed, their eyes closed as they cried silently together and Zerrex squeezed her tight against his body, her arms wrapping around his neck and his around her waist as she curled against his powerful, masculine chest, and soon after that... they slept.

In the morning, they awoke still curled together, the larger Drakkaren before his female companion. He looked down at her softly, satisfied to simply hold her to his chest until she woke up; she did so about ten minutes later, and the first thing she did after opening her eyes was gaze up at him with a faint smile. "Hi, Zerrex. It's good to see you're still here..." then she hesitated before laughing faintly. "I was going to ask you... if you were gonna go after Lone but... I think that might be kinda stupid of me. So let me ask instead... just... hurt him, but don't kill him, alright?" she gazed into his emerald eyes softly as he looked down at her with a bit of a frown, then she smiled faintly. "In his own weird way, he's... kinda responsible for what happened last night, for putting us together like this."

"Cindy..." Zerrex said softly... then he sighed and nodded as she merely looked at him with those soft, compassionate eyes. Then, realizing he had to say it but not wanting to, he slowly forced out: "And... we can't be together, Cindy. Never in public... and perhaps not even like this, ever again. You already were hurt... had something important stolen from you... because of me. I don't want to cause you any more suffering... and there are far better - and less murderous - candidates out there for you than me."

The female smiled faintly at him before looking down, seemingly hurt... not by his words, perhaps, but by the truth which lay behind them. "This is where, in all the romance stories and movies, I say I can handle it... or rant that you don't really care about me, that it's all some gag... or give some other dumb speech. But... I know this is real life and... every time you look at me, I know you care." She looked up, staring into his eyes again before saying softly: "You're special to me, Boss. You always will be in my heart, and I'll always be thinking of you and wishing for you, and I know you'll be the same... but I understand. The last thing I need to do is be a brave bitch and say I can take care of myself and all that and stay here with you until someone ambushes me and I fuck everything up for you. It's better that we're... at a distance, I know..." she stopped, looking down for a moment before glancing back into his eyes with a faint smile. "At least until you stop with all this Boss business, right?"

"Right." Zerrex laughed quietly, smiling faintly down at her. They both knew it would probably never end, they both knew that their very compassion for each other demanded that they be separate... but... they also knew that neither of them wanted that. And, in its own way, that made being apart okay... but after they changed into their clothing, it didn't stop them from walking out hand-in-hand.

Mary looked up at the reptiles as they walked into the room, yawning as she stretched her arms and sat up on the couch... but she'd already laid breakfast out, and from the looks of it, it was still good and hot. "So does that mean I won the bet then, Zerrex?"

"This is different." The reptile replied stiffly, squeezing Cindy's hand before letting go and walking over to sit on the couch beside Mary. The feline merely smiled a bit at this, then watched Cindy giggle and move to the bathroom, blushing a bit as she received a look from the cat.

A few minutes later she came back, watching as Zerrex munched on a sandwich he'd taken from the tray Mary had left out, then she'd sat down on his other side and gently rubbed his back, earning a smile before she plucked the rest of his sandwich from his hands and begun to eat it, which now elected a flat glare as Mary snorted amusedly.

It was the best morning Zerrex had experienced for the longest time... but at around eleven, the reptile dug out the hotel card he'd taken from the wolf and looked at it before smiling slowly as he realized that, although his anger had been put aside, it had grown over the time he'd ignored it... and now he had a chance to get out all his frustrations and seek justice for Cindy, so long as he didn't kill the wolf.

He'd nodded, then left a note for Mary and Cindy saying he was going out to take care of some business - he knew that Mary was downstairs, washing the blood off the center cushion for the couch... and the reptile's ass was currently a bit sore from sitting on it despite the lack of pillow... and Cindy was sorting out his office. Well, so she said. It was more likely she was going through the collection of weaponry in his office and trying to open his safe. He'd said mildly she was free to try and open it to see what was inside after the first time she'd seen it... but he doubted she'd ever guess the password.

Then he'd left, going through the trouble of getting his motorcycle out and deciding to ride that into town rather than do anything else. With luck, the lupine wouldn't have changed hotels... but he was sure that with persuasion, he could find out where the wolf had headed. After all, even in Apple Villa, the police tried to steer clear and things generally went his way.

The lizard checked the name of the hotel - and the address on the front side of the keycard - before he headed instead of the main bridge that led into town towards the industrial section. But before he reached the mostly silent necropolis of warehouses and machines, he turned off down a side road, then past a large brick building and down another street before easing his bike down a fairly narrow alleyway and coming out in a mostly abandoned park - the reptile drove straight through the grass without complaint from either the few people around or the motorcycle. The boss did what he wanted - no one questioned that here.

Across the park was a plain, small footbridge that led into one of the less expensive areas of Apple Villa - it still looked cleaner than any part of Comfort Town, and nicer than most cities, but there was a strange, struggling air to the place as Zerrex drove across the bridge, then down a small paved pathway that was fenced-in between two houses before edging out onto the sidewalk and then the street, smiling amusedly to himself. He knew all the shortcuts... and this was Manson Boulevard, which connected to Paraguay Street, where the hotel was located.

The reptile drove down the road - traffic was light, and as usual, pretty much everything was quick to get out of his way before he turned off onto the connecting street, looking up at the gigantic hotel with the parking center beside it: the reptile, however, figuring he wouldn't be here too long, only pulled up to the curb and then climbed off his motorcycle, turning the engine off and pocketing his keys before walking forwards and pushing through the revolving door into the hotel lobby.

The hotel clerks stared as Zerrex walked through, the few patrons frowning and some of them paling as the glanced over their shoulders at the giant that was striding through their midst; it made the reptile feel entertained that he got that reaction from people, even without them knowing anything about his more fearsome tendencies. But despite the further amusement it would give him to lounge about and disrupt one of Apple Villa's few profitable businesses - people, after all, came from surprising distances to see the legendary bright side of Baskin's Grove - he had business to take care of.

The reptile glanced at the room on the card as he entered the elevator, ducking a bit to get in and muttering as he had to stand in a slight crouch in order to avoid pushing his head against the ceiling. Then he hit the button for the top floor - finding himself unsurprised, somehow, that it was a private suite - and waited as the elevator hummed and rose slowly upwards.

Eventually, the doors pinged open and released the reptile to the freedom of the high-arched halls, which allowed him to walk normally so long as he remembered to move his head around the hanging globes. He smiled darkly as he matched the number of the card to the wolf's room, then he headed forwards and slipped the keycard through the reader on the door, and the light pinged from red to green as an electronic lock opened.

The reptile walked inside as casually as he could, and was astounded to see Lone sitting at a laptop, in nothing but his boxers and gaping stupidly, a gut that the reptile hadn't noticed before hanging over his waistband before the wolf leapt up and made for what the reptile figured would be his gun - immediately, he reacted, looking down and kicking the first thing he saw - a ridiculously-high-stepped platform dress shoe.

It sailed across the room, then knocked Lone flat, causing the wolf to yelp as it thwacked off his head and he fell heavily, twitching a bit against the carpeted floor. The reptile frowned and closed the door behind him, then he sauntered into the room, absently giving the lupine's laptop another hard kick; powerful enough to send it in not one, but two pieces, flying across the room to crash in a broken tangle of wires, monitor torn clean off from the initial force of the blow and the keyboard shattered from the impact with the wall, electricity fizzing and acid leaking from the battery. The reptile paused to look at this distraction with boredom, before it caught on fire and the plastic began to smolder, and then he glanced around the room before picking up an expensive suit jacket the wolf had laid out, walking over to drop that on top, suffocating the flames before he crushed them out by stomping his boot down on top of the expensive leather.

Lone whimpered as he watched this, trying to crawl backwards a bit, feet and hands sliding against the floor before he fell on his back as the reptile's eyes roved over to him, then locked onto his frightened gray ones: and immediately, the wolf realized that whatever else he had done in his life, raping the female that this reptile had some affection for was in fact, by far, the stupidest thing he had ever done. Before he could even realize what was happening or move to at least try to run and hide, the lizard was already on the approach and then had one foot slammed down into his chest, making the wolf squeal and reach up to grab his shin, staring up at him with horror as Zerrex glared down at him... and slowly began to grin.

Oh Gods... now he's going to ask what I've been up to... and... and I'll tell him everything! Lone's mind babbled frantically, swallowing thickly as he felt a sinking sensation in his gut, eyes bulging in both pain and fear as he struggled weakly against the lizard's grinding foot. No, no, no, no, no...

Last night, after the wolf had gotten to the hotel - safely, he'd thought, he'd been stupid enough to think he was safe here! - the wolf had checked his email, receiving the usual correspondence... and a quick reply from the commander with sketches of who and what Zerrex was - some Captain of an illegal military force, it turned out. And probably the 'meanest, roughest, most sadistic and sexually violent - but also the most laid and well-fucked - son-of-a-bitch ever to set foot in any part of the corps,' in the poetic words of his contact; the commander did ever have such a way with words. He'd been given a brief recap of the years that the giant had spent in the military... a list of his former teammates - most of them deceased - and then the contact information for the ones that were still alive and a sly nudge from the commander that a lot of people wouldn't mind seeing the reptile taken care of... and that these former contacts all had some beef with the reptile over everything from money to rivalry. And that all of them were about the same personality as the reptile, if a bit less dignified and more money-and-pleasure seeking... and finally, that every one of them loved battle to the core.

The wolf had immediately sent out three emails and paged all of them with the words "Job - Check Email" on whatever beeper devices they apparently carried - all of them had been given this for their original job, but only the Drakkaren had been forced to trash his. He was the most dangerous; hence, they felt that if they kept the others quietly in line and away from the reptile, they could have some control over the other three... although they had never rejoined or shown any faith in the military ever again, and all three masqueraded more as wandering mercenaries than anything else.

This morning, he'd received an email saying that a private jet would be coming in to Baskin's Grove about the email they had all received, at about ten the next morning, and they should meet him at the Weyland private airstrip at the Yutani Airport, just on the edge of the city. They had all agreed to do the job, and discuss payment options afterwards... the undertone of the email was that their first and chief concern was disposing of Zerrex, which was certainly fine by Lone.

But now all of that could be ruined... simply because he'd forgotten about the fucking ID card, because he had been too lazy to move, because he hadn't taken the Commander's advice seriously and figured that the Boss wouldn't dare track him this far into Apple Villa... but oh, so everyone here was scared of him, too? So they really were all cowed into submission by him? So they had... had lied when he'd asked worriedly about... 'unwanted patrons' breaking in, when they said even the Boss of Comfort Town himself couldn't get in here if he wanted to?

Lone let out another whimper as Zerrex drew back his foot... then the wind was knocked from him as the reptile stomped on his gut, causing the wolf to gasp vainly for air and convulse on the floor; before he even had a chance to draw his breath back, however, the reptile's grin spread wider and he kicked the wolf hard enough in the kidney to send him flying across the room, the lupine unable to scream as his eyes bulged from the agony, his limbs flailing outwards before he struck the wall and fell to the floor.

Then the reptile walked slowly over as Lone began to take harsh, whooping breaths; this time, when he delivered a kick to the wolf's jaw the lupine was able to let out a pained shriek as he did an ungainly flop onto his back, before the reptile reached down, seized him by the fur just below the shoulders, then yanked him up to his feet and slammed him against the wall hard enough to crack the plaster and send two pictures toppling off to shatter on the floor. Before the wolf could speak or do much more then begin to cry, Zerrex laid into him with a hard headbutt that sent dazzling lights flashing in front of his eyes before the reptile brought a knee straight up into his crotch, and the bright agony that flashed through the wolf at the feeling of his testicles seem to liquefy made him let out a single breath - but the pain in his wide, unseeing eyes gave the reptile far more pleasure than any scream the lupine could have voiced would have bestowed upon him.

Before giving the wolf any chance to recover, the reptile reached down, grabbed a leg, and then stood and hefted the lupine around in a circle with a grunt, swinging his flabby body into the air as he turned on the axle of his foot before slamming his head into the wall behind him, crunching the plaster and breaking part of his skull - as it was, the wolf hadn't had much more than basic medical care and his cheekbone reset from the in-hotel doctor, and this caused his already damaged face to be reduced into something that resembled mush even more as he squalled and flailed aimlessly before falling in a boneless heap on the ground and tried to curl up, unable to even control his limbs anymore from the intense agony that was causing shades of black to descend over his vision: but every time he felt he was going to pass out, the reptile pressed some more punishment upon him, and this time it was being kicked into the air like a pole, the lizard's foot smashing into his other kidney this time and hefting him easily so he seemed to spin almost lazily, time slowing down for him as whatever cruel God there was restored his senses, just so that he could see the lizard seeming to push slowly towards him with both hands as his side rolled in midair to face him... and then time sped back up, and the reptile hit him with a devastatingly-fast and impossibly-hard blow to the ribs, shattering most of them and sending the wolf flying across the room, screaming his throat raw in the short few seconds of airtime he had before he crashed, hit the ground, and rolled the rest of the way into the wall opposite... and then, as if to add insult to injury, the painting above him fell and landed on the wolf, the glass shattering and covering him with small fragments as he finally fell unconscious.

The reptile looked at him musingly, then he walked over to the lupine and bent down, reaching out to grab the silver stud in his ear, then tearing to the side and removing not only that, but a sizable chunk of the wolf's ear as well; however, he had sustained enough injuries to have rendered him nearly comatose, and from the shallow breathing of the wolf, the reptile couldn't do much more serious damage without killing him, figuring he'd probably already messed up his internals and broken enough pieces of the wolf to make up for the speed of what he'd done... but he could, however, make sure that when the wolf woke up, he wouldn't be getting comfortable anytime soon.

Zerrex turned, then he began to methodically sort through the wolf's things - every suit jacket he tore into strips, every pair of pants he ripped in half, every shirt he tore the sleeves off of and removed the buttons with a knife he'd found while rooting through all the junk in the hotel room. He then dumped all of the wolf's papers into the tub, put the plug in, and turned on the water, simply letting it run as hot as possible. After that, he turned his attention back to the wolf, playing once more with the knife as he looked at him. I really would have liked to rape him in return... but it would be no fun like this. I'll make do with this instead...

He walked over to Lone, then bent down and began making thin, small, but excruciatingly-painful cuts all over his body, slitting the pads on both hand and paw, the webbing between fingers and toes, his nose and all around his nose, under his muzzle, inside and around his ears, and then finally pulling down the wolf's boxers and making several cuts around his groin area and then shoving it into another private area of the wolf for good measure, and leaving it there - since even that didn't wake the wolf up, the reptile snarled and decided he could make sure he was found humiliated, as well.

So the lizard undid his pants and pushed his boxers down, reaching down to stroke himself rapidly as he stood over the lupine; his hand worked quickly up and down over his black shaft, urging it first to full erection, then moving his hand up and down the great girth of his huge cock, his teeth set as his eyes flashed, staring at the wolf with hunger as he masturbated, standing over him and continuing to rapidly work his huge cock in his hand, grunting a bit as he stroked himself not for pleasure but only so he could urge out his own thick seed and humiliate the lupine like he had done to Cindy. This wasn't about his personal pleasure... he'd taken enough of that in the fierce beating he'd given the wolf. Now he wanted to give him a complete show of the power and domination he held over all those who dared to trespass against him.

After a few minutes, he bent down, then forced the wolf's muzzle open as he leaned over his face before finally doing to the wolf as he had done to Cindy, but covering him with a much greater amount than the lupine had managed: he grunted in pleasure at the feeling of his orgasm, but it was quick bliss that faded rapidly, without the ecstasy that came from building the pleasure through time and power. The load that came forth, however, was still thick and splattered the wolf's face and gaping mouth, working its way into his fur as he covered him with his gooey, white liquid, puddling on his tongue, his cheeks, and streaks of it across his muzzle and head.

Once finished that, the reptile realized he had to urinate. He paused as he started towards the bathroom... then turned around with a slow, dark smile and instead headed back to the wolf, reaching down to grab his half-flaccid cock and taking aim, then simply using him instead of the toilet, making sure to aim for his face first as he rolled his shoulders, then let out a sigh of pleasure as a stream of hot, yellow urine shot out, striking the wolf's still-open mouth and rolling into his throat, causing the lupine to reflexively cough and his head to slump to the side as the reptile dragged the spray first up and over his face, then he continued to send his stream of piss over his naked chest, stroking his shaft a bit to keep the flow going as he watched with hunger and amusement. Waterworks was always an excellent form of humiliation... and the stench of urine was incredibly difficult to get out. He paused with his cock in hand, however, as his stream slowed to a few dribbles that fell to the floor, then he stepped forwards.

The Drakkaren stooped then he took the time to rub the head of his obsidian cock against the wolf's lips, wanting him to know what sexual humiliation was like, to taste him when he finally woke up. He dragged his cock back and forth over his lips, then put the head of his limp penis into his muzzle and forced out a short, final burst of piss down into his throat before he finally pulled out, stood up as he tucked himself back into his pants, gave the lupine's crumpled body a good, last kick, and then left, not bothering to close the door on his way out. With the extra fun he'd had, it would be a pity if someone didn't find the pissed-on, humiliated mess he'd left on the floor.

As he passed through the lobby, he turned his head towards the busy clerks at the counter, then said loudly: "I came across a mess on the top floor... someone should send someone up to clean it up." He paused once he realized he had their - and everyone else's attention - then added: "But I were you, I'd take care of the mess here, and get whatever outside help is needed here as well. I wouldn't take the mess outside, if I were you. It might end up causing a greater catastrophe in the future, if you do."

Then, with his warning sufficiently said, the Drakkaren walked outside and couldn't help but smile as he saw a pair of leather-wearing males ogling his giant motorcycle; one was a fairly-well built German Shepard, and the other a black bear - both of them tall, the former perhaps six-eight... but that included the motorcycle boots. The Shepard had a cap on, a pair of leather pants, and a leather vest that left his broad chest, strong abs, and huge arms well-exposed... the black bear had a plain white shirt that was tight against fairly-good muscle, a leather jacket, and a pair of blue jeans on, as well as a necklace and a gold hoop earring.

They both turned to gape at the reptile - but not with fear, instead showing curiosity... definite out-of-towners. Zerrex merely looked back, then gave an interested smile as he tilted his head and asked: "Like the bike?" When they both nodded, he continued with the calm questioning, asking them who they were, what they were doing, and other innocent-sounding things as they continued to stare at him.

From what he got, he found himself more than interested: Danny Roper and Reggie Landon, here with the rest of their roaming pals, all of them looking for a place that would accept them and their organization, or at least looking to recruit new members for it. The organization-in-question was the Open Minded, Open Sex Group, or OPOS, which was for mostly bisexual people of all ages and types who wanted to offer support for one another, discuss - and experience - such things as gay sex, orgies, public sex and run sexual theaters where people could watch a couple have varying types of sexual intercourse on stage. Today, the tiger - Roper - and his partner were browsing Apple Villa out of curiosity, but they had rented a room in a community center in Comfort Town and set up cots there for themselves and the rest of their traveling band: there were only thirty-one of them right now, but the moment they found a place where they could settle down as a community instead of running around like gypsies - which made them all distinctly unhappy, as although all of them were young, they all missed their original homes... but they had gone to OPOS, and they wouldn't turn back now. Or at least, not until they were convinced they would never be accepted by society and would never be able to receive a land deed. But even then, everyone in OPOS was family... okay, perhaps that was a bad metaphor, never mind that. Everyone in OPOS loved everyone else in OPOS. And forget the stupid pun that makes... they all had grown to care for one another.

Zerrex mused on this, then he'd nodded and crossed his arms, feeling vaguely entertained as he toyed with the idea of giving them a place to settle in... well, why not? It would mean more free sex whenever he wanted and he already ran the prostitution ring in Comfort Town, anyhow... and it wasn't exactly difficult to take care of the whores, so long as they weren't junkies or too stupid... and he'd shut down the drug dealers who sold major products fast. And done it in such a way that he doubted anyone would ever try selling cocaine in Comfort Town again: no one wanted to be hung after being disemboweled, desiccated and left naked. Especially if the place they were hung was in front of a black billboard that stated: "This Is You On Drugs" and seemed to point with a red arrow towards the body... even though what it was really pointing to was a picture that the Drakkaren had rolled a coat of paint over. He thought three-dimensional visuals worked best for teaching.

Then the reptile had heard the whirr of approach sirens, and he'd nodded to the two before giving them the advice to stick around and he'd see what he could do; they just needed to stop in to Elliot's bar sometime in the future, probably in about a week, and he'd give them what he could to show support. The two had grinned broadly, then both had stared as the Drakkaren had taken off on his motorcycle... only to immediately be given chase by several police cruisers as an ambulance pulled up behind them and then shrieked to a stop at the curb, a pile of medical staff getting out with medical bags full of junk as two of the police cars swerved to a stop, one of them tearing rubber as it did a half-circle, then the driver quickly jumped out and fell to his knees to vomit, trembling in fear: after what the reptile had done to the police force a few years back, when they'd tried to take him... he'd vowed never to get near that angel of death again. Never.

It had been a major operation three years back; take out the Boss now that they were receiving more and more complaints about him. Originally, they'd never moved on him because he had been in Comfort Town, and thus Comfort Town's problem... but as both respect and fear of him began to grow, he had eventually started moving across the border between districts and attacking Apple Villa citizenry as well. But he could never be caught... identified... and his crimes were often vicious enough to leave his victims in a state that would cause a morgue scientist to puke.

They had tried to storm his house, and the first team had gone in, five soldiers all in riot armor, trained time and time again for what had happened, and followed immediately by not another wave but a platoon armed with riot shields and assault weaponry. It was supposed to be fast and easy... with armored trucks and other police officers surrounding the place, there should have been no trouble, no loss of dignity. Then the screaming had started.

He remembered the front window exploding and two officers sailing through, one with his arm chopped clean off: an explosion, and two more had stumbled out, one of them crying, holding his arms out like a zombie, shrieking "Momma! Oh momma! You were right, you were right!" as he staggered towards the police in a haze of smoke, and his entire body covered from head-to-toe in blood. The other had a massive slash down his front, and he'd fallen to his knees before dropping dead on his face, his protective bulletproof-glass riot mask shattered.

Then another survivor had tried to make it out of the haze... and that's when they had seen the giant sword rip through his stomach, making him scream and arch his back as he grabbed the blade before it withdrew, and then a hand had easily picked him up by the back of the armor and carried him out, his insides spilling out of the hole in his stomach and back as he screamed and struggled, the other police all staring in horror as the reptile had brought the massive sword he'd carried back and stabbed it into the wall, then he'd reached his hands down and grabbed him beneath the fatal wound, probably wrapping his hand in the dog's tail and then seizing a leg as the other grabbed an arm, and he'd held him out in front of him, cold, expressionless, then twisted once, twice, back, forth... and he'd split, split right in half and been tossed aside like it was nothing...

The cop vomited again, then he looked up and began to cry as that vision played over in his head, watching as his partner ran for him, turning to stare and yell in a raw voice after the cop car that was giving chase: "Don't! Don't fucking do it! He'll kill you, he'll kill us all!"

The Drakkaren's plans were far simpler and more benign than killing everyone, however; they were merely to get rid of the police behind him: if they were killed in the process, that wasn't his problem. He picked up speed as he twisted back and forth around cars on the street, most of which were rapidly pulling away, the drivers staring with incredulity at the chase and people on the street watching, some with horror and some with nothing but shock as the rookies in the cop car tried to catch up to Zerrex... and then suddenly the reptile swerved with a snarl and a scream of the tires as he twisted onto his side and then jerked his body around, the bike lifting into the air on its side, several feet above the ground before the mighty strength of the reptile threw the armor-plated bike backwards as he turned around in midair as well, legs raised up and arms raising at his sides with the strength of the throw as the bike revolved once in the air before smashing into and ripping through the front window of the police cruiser, the huge black armored motorcycle blowing out the side windows as it tore through the metal and both officers with a shriek of steel-on-plate steel, then, as it hit the back of the car and from sheer weight began to lift it onto its back wheels, Zerrex's feet pounded onto the front hood for a moment before kicked off and shoved hand out, hitting the bent roof of the car as his body twisted forwards and he did a quasi-cartwheel-slash-flip off into the air.

The police car continued to move, jerking to the side, then it smashed into the front of a building and was finally still as it sat in the crumbled debris of the storefront, and Zerrex landed smoothly in a crouch a moment later, one hand out to the side and the other pressed to the ground, the reptile leaned forwards before he turned and walked towards the ruins of the police car, snorting quietly as he saw the impact had peeled the roof back like a banana. He reached forwards, then simply tore the top of the car off before grabbing the handlebars of his bike - it was mostly in one piece, except that the glass windshield had cracked and he'd lost both rearview mirrors, plus it was now covered in gouges and scratches he could easily work out - and hauling upwards, feeling it resisting him for a moment before he grunted and then yanked the huge assault bike free from the wreckage, then he grinned a bit as he realized the engine was still running. It is built to withstand explosives, after all...

Then the lizard dragged it free, set it down, glanced around to make sure that everyone was properly shocked or traumatized, and, once satisfied with the utter terror he saw on all of their faces, he mounted the motorcycle and drove off, feeling the bike hitching a bit at first but then rolling smoothly again after a few moments of driving down the road and now towards Camelot bridge and home, figuring he'd broken enough laws and cowed enough people into submission for now. Now, to go home, listen to the news broadcast that would be the Mayor declaring it a horrible outrage, what had happened, and probably once more saying they were going to take care of the situation once and for all... but no one would step up for an interview, and the police would once more sit on their hands. After all, no one in the police force wanted to watch their friends die... they were law-keepers, not soldiers. And so long as they didn't disturb the Drakkaren, as these two had done, they all knew everyone and everything would get along fine... but even the mayor wasn't willing to risk the wrath of the angry monster that the reptile could become. Especially since everyone who saw him riding that from-hell bike of his home saw the sadistic grin on his features that always made them remember... he only takes pleasure in our pain. And he will never stop.

Twenty minutes saw the reptile home, after a small clog-up at the bridge; he'd forgotten about the after-noon rush, when half of the businesses on the most-expensive segment of town opened: none of the stores opened until one, when the lazy and obscenely-rich sauntered out to do their shopping for trinkets. Disgusting by itself, but perhaps worse was the fact that the people who worked for a pittance - other than the store owners and the upper-echelon managers - were all from Comfort Town, and thus were constantly being humiliated and plain picked on by the richer slobs of the town.

It made the reptile feel irritable as he waited for a break in the steady flow of cars so he could turn; but after he managed to finally reach home, he felt his mood softening a bit as he pulled up in front of the garage, then went about the process of getting it into the garage before finally walking into the house again and hitting the button to close the steel door again as he shut the one for his home behind him with a sigh of relief.

He walked forwards, reaching up to brush his hair back as his feet lightly padded over the floor, then glanced up and smiled a bit as he saw Mary snoozing on the once-more complete couch, looking completely clean once more... at least, from what he could see.

He'd glanced into his bedroom, then smiled amusedly as he realized that Cindy was probably still downstairs - left to her own devices, who knew what she'd been doing. He had a brief moment where he worried she might have shot herself... Gods knew she could be rather... klutzy at times... but then he shook his head and dispelled that notion as he headed towards the stairs leading down.

A few minutes later, the reptile was entering what the female Drakkaren called his 'sub-ground lair,' and he was unsurprised to hear a quiet giggle and a quick rustle-shuffle of something behind the door to his office. He waited a moment, feeling amused, then pushed it open and blinked before staring around as he saw Cindy sitting on his desk, amidst... a completely organized room. "Holy crap."

The Drakkaren female smiled at him, tilting her head as she opened her arms and motioned around the room. "Like what you see?" she paused, then blushed a bit as she rubbed over her head and jerked a thumb back at the open weapon lockers. "I was going to start cleaning your other stuff too... but um... I was afraid that I'd mess them up or something."

"You've done more than enough." Zerrex replied gently, walking forwards and looking back and forth with a small smile at the now tidy office; his expression, however, was enough to make Cindy beam, and then blush when he looked at her and said softly: "I really like it..." And then, because it felt right, he added: "I'm proud of you."

The other reptile didn't take the comment as patronizing at all: instead, she glowed with pleasure as she got up off the desk and then leapt forwards to hug the reptile as he walked towards her.

He caught her, giving a soft chuckle, and Cindy smiled warmly up at him, looking into his eyes before giving him a quick kiss and then taking one of his hands, bouncing a bit as she pointed the other at the weapons locker and looked up at him almost like a child, asking in a bright voice: "Can we go outside with that and play around for a bit? You know... before we have to... go our separate ways?"

Zerrex looked down at her softly; he knew that they should possibly already have parted... but then a voice in his head spoke gently, a quiet voice that he so rarely heard... and it said go on. Make her happy. Make her smile. And give her a few days with you; even if you don't deserve it, she does. Make her smile, Zerrex, because for once, it's not hurting anyone and you're being altruistic for once.

So instead of saying no, like the careful part of him wanted to, the reptile instead smiled faintly down at her and nodded, glancing at the rack and saying softly: "We can take both... and I'll teach you how to use it, how about that?"

Cindy looked at him with eyes that seemed deeply touched... and that by itself was enough to let him know that he'd done the right thing, and quiet the voices inside of him that wanted to remain on the ridiculously-safe side. Then she let go of the lizard's hand as he walked forwards around the desk and approached the storage construction on the left.

Both weapon safes had the same design: racks for holding large-size weapons with long barrels, up to five, and all the way up one side twenty small shelves that were built to hold small arms, such as handguns. Then, at the top, was a plain, simple shelf for stacking ammo and at the bottom was a lockable drawer for storing heavy-duty ammo and clips. The difference, however, lay in the chosen arsenal.

In the right weapon locker were two police shotguns that had been customized to load both heavy-duty shells as well as thick 'darts' of steel with enough force to piece almost anything: the reptile had to custom lathe these himself, and he'd stopped after filling up two boxes with them, or making forty shells. They sat in the sliding drawer below, in separate locked cases.

As well as the two shotguns, there was a sniper rifle with a long barrel, laser scope attachment - locked in the security drawer - a built-in bayonet - only the reptile would attach a bayonet to a frigging sniper rifle, but he'd actually been forced to use it before... - and a red-oak, beautiful stock. This was a weapon he'd taken from a shooting champion of the city after proving to him that guns could not solve all problems. Namely him. Then, next to this ornate beauty, was an ugly-looking, blue-metal anti-tank rifle that would blast a hole through almost anything to his knowledge, and an equally-ugly but quite possibly more powerful big-game hunting rifle... one that shot exploding shells commonly used to take down such wildlife as unevolved elephants. This he'd taken from a hunter who thought that sport like that was not only fair but the best game out there... the reptile disagreed. Other people were much more fun to hunt, especially when they tried to compensate for their lack of everything with huge guns like this. It had a walnut stock that had been designed to cut down the recoil, and a built in tripod for easier range shooting... but the reptile found he could lay off a shot from the shoulder without too much trouble. The only issue was that it had been modified, yet the huge-as-hell still only held four rounds at the most before he had to reload... and the reptile absolutely hated having to work the lever after every shot to reload.

Then, in the small arms shelves, he had a total of three police handguns - two tiny five-shot .32s and a much more adaptable semi-automatic handgun - and then a small collection of no less than four .45 revolvers: one that was silver-plated, one that had a massive cylinder that could load ten shots, and two normal, plain-designed six-shot revolvers, one a brown chestnut wood handle and the other basic steel. Then he had two .45 handguns that both loaded clips of twelve shots, but one was jet black with the old Goth Legion insignia in gold on the side of the gun, above the handle, and the other had a customized grip and was plated in silver - except for the handle and slide, which were both done in gold metal. Finally, he had an antique revolver that was of unknown caliber, but made even the reptile's wrist hurt from the recoil after a few shots and tended to go through a tree... or two... and left very huge, gaping holes. It had come with a yellowing box of bullets, and bullets for the twin guns above also seemed to work in it, but not as well... so the reptile had found someone to reproduce and make him several boxes of specialized revolver shell from copying the design of the ones from the box, and those had worked far superior to the .52 bullets. It loaded six shots... and was the ugliest, most-rusted-looking piece of crap the lizard had ever seen... but it was only the outside that had gone all icky and that had been cleaned up a while ago... although, to the reptile's disgust, it was still rust-patterned despite his efforts to make it look nicer.

Then, above the gun Zerrex figured was designed to kill anything, were his two personal handguns: forged from a purple alloy steel and built specially to hit the reptile's hands, they were massive .52 caliber magnum handguns that put holes in pretty much whatever the lizard aimed at: not as big as the ones from the ancient revolver, perhaps, but they took a damn sizable chunk out of anything they hit. Plus they had also bore three advantages over the revolver: the fact they used fifteen round clips, the fact they both had recoil modifiers on them that pushed more power into the barrel and less back into his wrists, and the fact that the metal they were made from was nearly indestructible, allowing him to block even heavy bladed weapons without so much as a scratch on the barrels of the guns.

But the reptile was heading towards the left locker, and the contents of this one was much different: for instance, instead of revolvers and handguns, small, handheld submachine guns had been tucked into the shelves - a total of six of them, from .10 caliber upwards. Thus, there was a much greater amount of ammo sitting on the top shelf... and also, the other gun shelves had ammo for other weaponry in them instead of small arms.

Then, in the five slots, were only two actual guns - both of them assault rifles, but one of them basic military and the other a sleek black, massive weapon that had been designed solely for his use in the Goth Legion, again with the insignia of the organization just above the handle; the stock had been specifically fitted for his shoulder and the firepower was high enough to cause major damage even to an armored vehicle with enough concentration on one area.

The other weaponry was of Zerrex's preferred variety: a pair of twin katanas in plain black, steel sheaths with a single gold trim down the flat side, gold handles, and blades made of the same stuff as his giant sword - meaning that the three foot blades would quite possibly never break or need to be sharpened. These were what Cindy wanted to play with... although the reptile couldn't help but pause and wonder if he should take out the oversized katana he had as well, which was much the same as the other blades... except that this weapon was larger by about two feet and had a full-foot long handle, and the sheath was slightly more ornamental - it was a sword that the reptile rarely used, favoring instead Blackheart or the twin blades unless the situation called for a light, but far-reaching sword.

But instead, he took the twin katanas, then turned to Cindy and held it out with a quiet laugh. She brightened again and took it wonderingly, looking at him with soft, touched eyes, then the two left together to head out to the back of the house and the small patch of field before the woods, where Zerrex would proceed to show Cindy basic sword techniques for the next two hours; eventually, Mary would join to sit and watch with a soft smile, one leg out and the other bent, her elbow resting on the up knee and her chin on her hand as the larger male carefully and patiently taught the other, less-skilled but trying-hard reptile.

Afterwards, they headed inside, and Mary cooked them a huge lunch, more than enough to satisfy their stomachs, and the rest of the day was passed in gentle, quiet harmony: it was perhaps the nicest day the Drakkaren had ever had, and the strangest for him by far - after all, there had been that one job done, but no killing, no raping, little violence and sadism ... of course, he had taken his fill of Mary in the evening, but that night, when he curled up with both of the females on his enormous bed, Cindy curled a bit higher on his chest and Mary putting her head against his powerful abdominals, that by itself was somehow... enough. There didn't seem to be any need to start any sort of sexual interaction, or worship or anything in that context at all: there just needed to be that quiet cuddling, and it brought the reptile down into soothing sleep, from which he wouldn't awaken until nine the next morning, late for him. Then, at nine thirty, he and Cindy left to go shopping on his scratched up motorcycle, the female reptile bitching at him about damaging his bike and the reptile feeling slightly embarrassed instead of stoic as they drove into the depths of Comfort Town, leaving Mary to happily tend to the home and whatever else suited her.