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"I'm sure he'll be fine," a young women, Alison, whispered to herself in a concerned tone, "They said it'll be fine, so I'm sure it will be." The young woman turned on her heel and started pacing nervously back and forth through the modestly decorated living room; a few gold-plated frames swinging gently back and forth against the otherwise bland walls as her heavy footsteps echoed down the lengthy hallway. Pausing and drawing a deep breath, Alison stopped and exhaled slowly as she felt her nerves calm and worry leave her body. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked quickly around the room for something to distract her mind and spied a small ornate mirror hanging on the far side of the room.

Calming herself again and controlling her breathing, Alison gracefully strode across the room, avoiding the large, black, cane-weave couch and chairs set up in room's center, and gazed across the mirror's perfectly shined surface as it reflected the room. She smiled lightly as she saw her slender figure and slightly tanned skinned come into proper view and she adjusted it to look up past her plump, firm breasts and into her deep brown eyes that were accentuated by her chocolate-colored hair which hung loosely over her shoulders and ran down the back of her flowing emerald-green dress; the dress itself trimmed with gold thread and lined with white silk that ran from the bottom of her neck to just past her knees.

Alison sighed in relief as she felt the last of her previous worry drain from her body and gathered her courage as she heard a shuffling noise echo down the winding hallway; the noise advancing towards her with surprising speed. Hearing the noise intensify and suddenly stop, Alison looked down at the large komodo dragon in front of her; her eyes drifting over the deep scar that ran from behind its eye to halfway down its left cheek. Smiling gently, Alison crouched down in front of it and started to run her hand lovingly over its back as she said, "Good to see you're finally awake, Razor. I was beginning to think I'd have to come in there and wake you up myself."

Giggling as she saw it 'purr' contently from her treatments, she added in a more lustful tone, "Not that you seem to mind me giving you a 'wake-up call'. Isn't that right boy?" The large male komodo, Razor, growled happily as he realized what she meant and leaned gently into her caressing hand; feeling her quicken her movements and drape her delicate fingertips to dance along his sides. Alison giggled at her lewdness, mentally noting how he knew exactly what she meant, and started tracing circles over his back. Continuing her fluent movements as she worked over his back and sides, his tense muscles relaxing as she pressed lovingly into his scales, she heard her phone vibrate loudly across the glass top of the coffee table; the loud tapping breaking the relative 'silence' in the room.

Suddenly broken from their trance, Alison reached quickly across the table for her phone, fumbling careless about with the still vibrating device and haphazardly mashing its silver buttons, while Razor growled irritably at the noisy device that had disturbed them. Finally managing to switch it off, she turned back to komodo, who had remained stationary through the entire affair, and gave an apologetic look that he seemed to accept. She slid the mobile carefully into her lower dress pocket and cleared her throat, preparing to speak. "Well, I guess its time to head out for the appointment," she said with confidence that masked her own nervousness, "And don't worry, I'm sure everything will be fine."

Alison watched as she saw the usually confident male suddenly tense in worry and growl low nervously; his own mind filled with worry about what might happen. Feeling a sudden warmth embrace him, he purred lovingly as Alison hugged him tightly and ran her hands carefully along his sides. "Hey, don't worry I promise you'll be alright. Its just a 'smallish' surgery to clean all the bacteria from you mouth and I'll be with you the whole time," she said as she lifted his head slightly and looked deep into his eyes, "So don't worry. You'll be alright." She smiled lovingly as she placed her arms around his stomach and hugged him tightly; Razor doing his best to return her affectionate gesture.

Pulling back after a short moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, Razor gave a slow nod in understanding and nuzzled affectionately back against her stomach. Happy that he was willing to continue, she stood up and walked briskly over to the sliding glass door that led to the outside patio and driveway; grabbing her large, brown, leather handbag from the couch and draping it over her shoulder as she strode past. She slid the glass door open with ease and smiled happily as she saw Razor dash through the gap and stop beside the car, a red Subaru Forrester that, while not pretty, had helped her escape many situations other cars would have not been able to.

Shooting her a fake pout, or doing his best impression given his facial muscles, he saw her smile knowingly and race over to unlock the front passenger side of the car, swinging it open for him. Used to regular car trips and eager to experience another, despite knowing where he was heading this time, he easily scrambled inside the car and sat in the plain passenger seat that had been specially adjusted to suit his body. Pulling his tail into the car and wriggling about, he watched as Alison closed the door and made her way across to the driver's side.

Alison stifled a laugh as she saw him finish somewhat clumsily moving about and coil up on his seat with his tail dangling over the edge and resting on the floor. She gazed over his form for a few seconds until she recalled the urgency of the appointment and begrudgingly drew her gaze away from the oddly placed komodo with a sigh. Quickly hopping into the driver's seat and jamming her keys quickly in the ignition, she started the car, fastened her seatbelt with a soft 'click' and started rummaging through her handbag, double checking each item to ensure she had missed nothing. Taking one last look, Alison nodded quietly to herself and placed her handbag on the back seats before taxiing the car to the front of the house and out the rickety wire gate that barred the entrance.

The gate closed with a loud rattle as Alison quickly hopped back into the car and turned left onto the rough bitumen road. She continued down the somewhat bumpy road as she took her time to look around at the trees, their leaves now beautiful golds and oranges in preparation for the coming Autumn, and other familiar surroundings before turning again on to a less-used, dirt road. The car shook and bounced slightly as they traveled down its relatively short, winding path and Alison laughed as she saw Razor poke his head out the window and bounce every time they hit a dip. The simple carefree nature of the act helped to calm her as she rethought the surgery and started second guessing herself.

Turning her head to face a large, white building as it came into view, Alison forced a smile onto her face and turned to Razor, who seemed as carefree and confident now as he always was. "Well, here we are," she said with a surprising amount of confidence, "This is Blue Cross Veterinary." Razor turned, nodded and gave his best impression of a smile as Alison drove them into the fairly sizable carpark out the front of the main building; parking in a bay right beside the entrance. She opened the door and unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbing her handbag from the back in the process, before she raced over and opened the passenger side door for Razor, the large komodo stumbling out in excitement and curiosity at the strange looking building.

Razor dashed off excitedly as he curiously explored the strange new building, racing around the sides and through the large garden bed that ran along the front, until he heard the sound of doors sliding open. "Well well well, you really did show up then," a voice boomed, "I guess this eager little fellow would be Razor then?" Hearing the unfamiliar voice and daunting tone, Razor rushed back to Alison and stood in front of her; his mouth wide to show his fangs as he let a snarl escape his throat at the possible attacker. Feeling a soothing hand on his back, Razor turned his head and saw a thankful and warm smile plastered on Alison's face as she looked down at him. He knew that expression and immediately relaxed.

"Now now, that's not nice to scare people," Alison said in a playful tone, "You had him worried about me, you know. Come on out and say sorry, Tom." A slight shuffling echoed across the relatively still air as a man stepped forward into the midday sun, rubbing his neck nervously, and said, "Heh, sorry about that. You know I like to have fun whenever I can. I sort of forgot that Razor and I haven't met before." The man stood mostly still with a silly smile on his face as Alison quickly looked over him.

Thomas James Pearson, or Tom as she called him, had been a friend of hers since childhood and looked mostly the same now as he did when she'd last seen him, eight years ago. He was a little taller than she was, had orange curly hair, bright blue eyes, freckles all across his face, was completely clean-shaven and wore the same white lab-coat and black pants that she had seen him in the last time they met. But what she found most interesting was how pale and skinny he seemed; no doubt from his all his time in his air-conditioned office, she thought humorously.

Alison quickly looked down as she felt a gentle nudging at her leg. Squatting down, she gave Razor a relaxing scratch along his back and quickly whispered to him what was happening and who the strange-looking person was. Seemingly happy with her somewhat hasty explanation, Razor turned back to Tom and gave a quizzical look before he moved around beside Alison and followed alongside her as they all walked into the main lobby; a gust of air-conditioned wind making them stagger and shiver from the sudden temperature change.

As their bodies quickly grew acclimated to the unusually cold air, given that the weather outside was always hot and humid, the two pushed on and followed Tom down a series of twisting hallways and into an office; the plaque on the door reading 'Dr Thomas Pierson - Head Reptile Surgeon'. Once they had all funneled into the reasonably sized office, Tom closed the door behind them and sat down behind his desk as he searched through the large number of carefully stacked folders for their file. Hearing him exclaim happily, Alison walked forward and sat on the soft chair in front of his desk, Razor resigning to simply coiling up and resting in the far corner, as she waited for him to continue.

"Okay, so let's see here," Tom began, "Ah yes, so you're hear for 'oral cleaning surgery', is that right?" Alison nodded in agreement as he scratched slowly at the stubble under his chin, a sign that she knew meant he was concerned. "Oh no, I know that look," she started, concern evident in her voice, "Tom what's wrong, is the surgery dangerous? Or can it not be done, or..." She stopped mid-sentence as he shook his head and quickly said, "No no, nothing of the sort. Its just because he's so, well, big. Usually we only do this on smaller reptile like snakes. And maybe the occasional turtle." Looking defeated, Alison muttered an 'okay' as she gathered her handbag and prepared to leave when she heard him exclaim, "Wait! I can of course still do the surgery, I'm just saying that it might take longer than I first predicted."

Alison spun about happily, a grin creeping onto her face, as she heard his words and replied, "So its only time, then. Are you sure he will still be alright though, even with his size? I just don't want anything bad to happen to him." Tom nodded and placed his right hand calmly on her left shoulder as she sat back down. "Don't worry, I know how important he must be to you, and I promise I won't let anything bad happen," he said in a reassuring tone, "As for the procedure itself. It's actually very simple and just requires a lot of time to make sure we do it right, that's all." Alison sighed in relief as she heard him and calmed considerably as he started to explain the operation to her; her mind registering only a few of his words from what she believed was mostly medical 'mumbo-jumbo'.

Finally done with his somewhat lengthy explanation, most of his terms still completely foreign to her, she said, "Okay, thanks for the explanation, I think I get it. Just as long as he's safe, I'm fine with that." He nodded in understanding and leaned in as he whispered in a curious tone, "By the way, you obviously know that this is by far, not a normal procedure. I'll still go through with it of course, it's the least I can do after you helped me get together with my wife, but I can't help but ask why. I mean I know he's precious to you and all but... why. I-If I may ask?" Alison looked back at him, noting his blush at such a personal question, and simply replied, "Sorry Tom, but this time its a secret."

Tom leaned back into his chair and looked back at her with false disappointed before a silly smile crept onto his face as he nodded in understanding. Reaching across his desk, he pushed a button beside his phone and called across the PA for assistance in preparing an operating room before he looked back at her and said, "Well, off we go then!" She nodded in understanding as she saw Razor stretch himself out, yawning loudly, and sleepily saunter to her side, ready to head out for his operation. With one final sharp exhale, Alison stood up and followed Tom as he made his way out of his office and started down another winding corridor, Razor following closely behind.

After walking for ages down multiple labyrinth-like hallways, they finally reached the theater as Tom stopped outside the main door and turned to face them; his expression turning professional as a team of younger surgeons stepped out from the room with a large medical bed. "Okay Alison," he began in a completely professional tone, "We'll need to put him up here on the bed and give him some anesthetic before we can bring him in. After that, you'll have to wait in the main lobby until we finish the operation." Shocked by how grownup he sounded, she nodded as the bed lowered to the floor to allow Razor to hop on. Leaning down beside him, she helped him onto the bed and kept him steady as the bed rose back up to its full height.

Alison looked into his eyes and stroked his back lovingly as she calmed the suddenly tense komodo and whispered to him what was going to happen, ignoring the strange looks the team of surgeons shot her way. Puling back after her brief explanation, she leaned her head across his back as Tom carefully pushed the needle through his tough hide and injected him with the anesthetic. She gave one last long scratch along his back as the needle pulled free and Razor yawned loudly, quickly coiling up as the anesthetic took hold.

Once Tom was certain he was under, the team of surgeons carefully wheeled the sleeping komodo into the room as he showed Alison to the waiting room at the end of the hall. Offering a few last words of encouragement, he nodded happily to her and returned down the hallway, disappearing into the operating room as the waiting room door swung closed. "I'm sure he'll be fine," she whispered to herself as she sat in one of the oddly comfortable chairs that lined the far wall, "Now to wait."

=== 3 Hours Later ===

Alison shifted nervously in her chair as she placed another magazine, 'Tropic Eye News - Weekly Edition', on top of the growing pile on the table in front of her. Sighing heavily, she felt another nervous jitter creep up her spine and make her shudder as her mind wandered back to the operation and how long she'd been waiting. Pushing aside the thoughts of despair that threatened to enter her mind, she reached inside her dress pocket and pulled out her mobile phone. Pushing lightly on its silver buttons, the screen flicked on as her eyes wandered across the screen to check the time; sighing lightly as she saw the time change to 3pm exactly.

Standing up, she stretched her lithe form and arched her back as a yawn escaped her lips as she heard a knock at the door. Turning to face the noise, she watched as Tom pushed slowly through the door and looked her dead in the eyes; his face bland and unreadable. "Alison, I've just come to tell you," he started, sounding somewhat tired - or sad, she thought - and added, "I thought you had to know as soon as possible, so I've come to let you know." He paused for a moment as she waited with bated breath and silently urged him to continue. Seeing her eagerness he finished by saying, "Razor, is... absolutely fine! The operation was a one hundred percent success!"

"Oh thank goodness," she exclaimed loudly and hugged him tightly, "Damn you, for a second there I was really worried you know." Alison looked up as she saw his silly smirk return to his face as he tried to put on an innocent expression. Pushing him away playfully as she stood back, he chuckled lightly and said somewhat lightheartedly, "Sorry about that, that was pretty mean. But don't worry, the operation went perfectly. He's in the recovery room now and I came here to tell you that you can go see him if you want."

Alison's eyes lit up as she nodded eagerly in agreement, earning another chuckle from Tom, as he turned around and guided back through the maze of corridors and into the recovery room. Rushing over to the enclosure in the far wall, Alison bent down and looked in as she saw Razor gently beginning to stir from his peaceful slumber. She hummed lightly as she saw him rolling gently and hissing lightly in what she knew was his version of snoring. _Just like at home,_she thought happily.

"The anesthetic should wear off soon," Tom said in a mix of professionalism and kindness that brought Alison away from her trance, "After that, he should be right to take home almost immediately. Of course you can always leave him here overnight if you want." Shaking her quickly and standing up, a relieved smile on her face, she replied, "No thanks, I think it would be best if he was at home. You know, somewhere familiar to help him calm down after the operation." Tom tilted his head to the side quizzically before silently nodding in agreement when they were startled by a banging on the cage.

Razor looked around quickly as he again threw himself against the side of the unfamiliar box that contained him. Feeling himself fall flat, he struggled to his feet and threw himself again against the cold metal side; trying to escape the prison he had somehow ended up in. Eyes going wide in anger and confusion, he felt his body suddenly go completely numb, more than it had been before, as he slumped to the floor with a heavy 'thud' when he heard a familiar voice. Forcing his body to comply, he craned his neck over his shoulder and looked past the small iron bars as he recognized a familiar face.

Throwing open the door, Alison quickly bent down and looked at the large lizard with concerned eyes as she hastily muttered, "Hey, it's alright Razor it's just me, Alison. Are you alright? Are you okay? Oh, shh, you're alright." Worry gripping her heart, she threw caution to the wind and slowly moved her right hand into the cage and ran it along his flank and down his tail. Feeling him tense slightly at her touch, she raised her hand higher up his side and ran it lovingly down his back; Razor purring slightly at the calming massage.

Continuing to massage the large lizard, she whispered quietly to it as she heard him continue to purr lightly; his chest rising and falling slowly as his breathing steadied and he began to calm down. As Razor yawned loudly, his mouth opening by an impressive amount, Alison withdrew her hand and allowed the komodo to continue to rest peacefully. Sighing contently, she slowly stood back up and turned back to Tom, who stood silently with his mouth open and eyes wide in amazement, before she asked playfully, "Is something wrong? You look surprised." Alison smiled as she saw him close his mouth and shake his head quickly; a surprised look still plastered on his face.

"That was both very dangerous and very amazing," Tom exclaimed in awe as he added, "How did you calm him down so quickly? Or better yet, how did you know he wouldn't try to bite you?" Alison shrugged nonchalantly before she casually replied, "It wasn't that dangerous, he just didn't know where he was. Besides, I trust him more than anyone else and I know that he would never knowingly hurt me." Finishing with a sincere tone, Tom rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and looked away, unsure of how to reply. Deciding to press onwards, he pulled out a small notepad from his pocket and quickly scribbled down a note.

Finished with his scribbling, Tom looked at the notepad momentarily before he ripped the top piece of paper off and tucked the rest of the notepad back into his shirt pocket. "Well, all that aside, you'll be needing this," he said as he passed the piece of paper across to Alison, who quickly accepted it and began scanning across its contents, "Its a prescription for the pills he'll need to keep the bacteria at bay. Although it's usually only for smaller reptiles, it'll still work with him, but you'll need to give him a higher dosage. I would recommend probably 3 pills every fortnight, best given when you feed him." Alison listened intently, making mental notes of dosages and dates, and nodded solemnly as he finished; a silly smile climbing back onto his face that made her smile too - more at how silly he looked than anything else.

Alison carefully folded the prescription and tucked it gently inside her purse as she looked back at Razor; his chest still rising and falling gently as he slept soundly. Suddenly pursing her lips in thought, Alison turned slowly to Tom, who looked at her curiously, and said, "Well, given that he's asleep now... I don't suppose you'd have anyway to get him into the back of my car so I can take him home, would you?" Pausing to think for a second, Tom nodded as he walked to the back of the room, unlocked a small, steel-framed door and proudly displayed a large flattop trolley. "This should do," he said confidently, "It'll still be fun getting him in to the car. But this should make getting him to it much easier. And don't worry, I'll call some people to help with the lifting."

Alison nodded in agreement as Tom called for assistance over the PA via his phone and wheeled the trolley over beside Razor's cage.

After only a brief moment, four strong men walked through the door and looked over at the trolley curiously as Tom explained the situation to them. Seeing them all nod happily, the four of them walked over to the cage and carefully moved the komodo to the top of the large trolley; Razor only stirring slightly from his deep sleep as the combined force of the men allowed easy maneuverability. As one of the men moved around behind the trolley, Tom motioned to the others, and Alison, to follow him down the maze-like hallways and out to the front; a minor detour taking place as Alison stopped to pick up the medication and stuffed the bottle into her handbag. Finally reaching the front, Alison quickly paid for the operation at the main desk and dashed out the front doors to her car; the others following closely behind.

Unlocking her car and laying down the back seats, Alison opened the back hatch and stood back as the men carefully lifted Razor from the top of the cold, metal trolley and into the warm confines of her car. Stepping forward, she thanked each of them as they finished lifting Razor into the surprisingly large back area of the vehicle; one man blushing profusely as she shook his hand in gratitude. Once everyone had moved away from the rear of the car, Alison closed the back door and turned to face the men, Tom included, as they wiped sweat off their brows in almost perfect unison. Thanking them again, they nodded politely and headed back inside to the cool as Tom approached her with a friendly smile.

Walking over to meet him in the middle, Tom held out his hand and said, "Well, it was good to see you again. Take care and don't have too much fun." Suppressing a laugh, she shook his hand firmly and replied, "Who, me? Come on now, you know me. I can never have _too_much fun!" Both laughed lightheartedly at her silly comment as Tom gave her a final wave of goodbye and walked back inside the chilled building. Alison stared back at the entrance for a moment, thinking about how nice it was to meet up with an old friend again, before climbing into the driver's seat. Buckling her seatbelt and starting the engine, she put the car into gear, reversed out of the carpark and started to make her way home.

The trip continued without any noticeable incidents as she drove her car into her gravel driveway and parked out the back of her house. Glad to be home, she inhaled deeply and sighed contently as she made her way around to the back of the car and opened its rear door. Looking in, she placed her hand gently on Razor's side and gave him a gentle nudge to wake him; the gentle nudge increasing in force as the komodo simply turned and continued sleeping. Alison gave one last hard push to his side as she felt him begin to stir from his unusually deep sleep; his muscles flexing as he yawned loudly and staggered to his feet, the last of the anesthetic still creeping through his body and continuing to numb his underbelly.

Stretching as best he could, Razor flicked his long tongue out and looked around curiously as he recognized the familiar interior of the car. Turning to look out the windows, he realized that the car was not moving and was parked out the back of a small brick house; his and Alison's home. Suddenly remembering what had happened and why he felt so odd, he turned to the back of the car and saw Alison looking at him with loving eyes. Giving his impression of a smile, he walked forward and nuzzled carefully under her chin, rubbing gently against her neck, as he licked lovingly over her shoulder.

Alison giggled as she felt his rough tongue tickle her bare skin and leaned down to embrace him in a tender hug; snuggling close to the one she cared for more than anything else as she listened to his soft, pleased hissing. Opening her eyes after a brief moment, Alison noticed how late in the evening it had gotten, the sun disappearing behind the thick foliage that surrounded her cottage, and begrudgingly pulled away from the intimate embrace. "Come on now," she said in a soft, soothing tone as Razor looked up at her confused, "Time to head inside. You'll rest easier in there."

Steeping away from the back of the car, she watched as Razor clumsily sauntered to the edge of the car and fell lightly onto the soft grass beneath; twisting with great agility so he landed on his feet. Alison suppressed a giggle as he stood up quickly and shook himself off before he slowly made his way to the sliding glass door, which she opened for him, and walked inside. Once he was safely inside, she returned to the back of the car, closing its back door with a loud 'thud' and moving to the front passenger seat to grab her handbag. Checking through the handbag, Alison sighed in relief as she grabbed a hold of the large bottle of pills and made her way inside; closing the car's door as she left.

"Well, I suppose I better put these away," she said to herself in a slightly tired tone, eying the thick, orange bottle, "I guess they should be right in the medicine cabinet." Dropping her handbag on the wooden framed, glass-top table that stood by the back entrance, she slowly made her way around the furniture in the middle of the room and started down the small hallway. Passing down the hallway, she looked at the many framed pictures that lined the walls; some were of beautiful scenery shots while others were pictures of her and Razor taken from around the island. Smiling and thinking back to all their adventures, she turned sharply left into the reasonably small bathroom and quickly paced over to the neglected-looking first aid cabinet that hung on the wall beside the lavishly decorated vanity.

Opening the cabinet, the partially rusted hinges groaning loudly, Alison gazed over the many assorted bandages and medicines and started to hastily move and examine them in an attempt to free up enough space for the new bottle. Sorting through the mess, she picked out several other empty packets, and numerous out-of-date items, and tossed them carelessly into the small, wire wastebasket next to her; the wastebasket rapidly filling with a surprising amount of old and useless items. Finally done with her 'cleaning', she picked up the new bottle from the top of the vanity and carefully placed it on the lowest - and now empty - shelf.

Alison let out a tired yet happy sigh as she looked at the now almost empty, but very clean and organized, cabinet and started out the doorway and down the hall when a soft squeaking noise echoed down the corridor and into her ears. Although she knew what - or rather, who - made the noise, she turned around and continued down the hallway to where the noise had erupted from - her bedroom; its door wide open as more loud noises drifted down the hallway. Reaching the doorway, she innocently poked her head around the corner and looked in as she saw Razor lying on his side atop her bed with his tail hanging limply over the side.

Knocking lightly on the wooden door-frame to announce her presence, she saw Razor lazily raise his head up at her in acknowledgment and flick his tongue out. Seeing the fatigue in his eyes as he plopped his head back onto the delicate silk covers draped over the springy yet soft bed, Alison slowly advanced into the room and sat at the far end of the bed, near his tail. Reaching over to him and running her hand slowly down his side, she heard a weary hiss escape him as she neared the top of his tail and started down his back right leg.

Pausing as she reached the bottom of his scaly foot, she looked over at him and, with a quick mental debate, started to gently knead the scales on the bottom of his feet; feeling the tense flesh beneath the harder, thicker scales of his feet begin to loosen and unwind. Alison smiled knowingly when she heard a drawn-out, relaxed 'purr' echo throughout the room as his muscles metaphorically melted into her skilled hands; her brief career as a masseuse helping her locate stress points for maximum relaxation. Pressing hard into the middle of his foot, she heard him hiss loudly and felt his whole body go limp as he fell into an ultimate state of relaxation; the muscles on his right side completely limber.

Hearing his constant purring, Alison withdrew from his right foot and glided her hands up his right leg, over his ticklish underbelly, the muscles momentarily tensing as her fingertips danced over it, and down his left leg to his other foot. Looking up at him as she rubbed gently over it, she saw him twist his upper body around so that he was lying with his back flat against the silk sheets; his head tilted to the left and his tongue lolling out with his eyes closed peacefully. Loving how relaxed he looked - and was starting to feel, judging by his muscles - Alison smiled lightly and set to work on his foot; determined to work even harder.

Drawing her hands close together, she started gently working her thumbs over the middle of his hard foot-scales while her fingers lightly danced around the edges and pushed at the somewhat smaller, more malleable scales around the sides. Spurred on as his purring increased in volume, the vibrations running down his form, Alison redoubled her efforts let her thumbs glide from the center and wash over the rest of his foot, one thumb going up as the other went down; her nimble fingers gently pressing into the scales on top and relaxing the already very supple muscles. Hearing a sudden, louder purr escape his maw as she drew her thumbs back together and started kneading at the delicate flesh between his toes, Alison smiled and redoubled her efforts as she felt another, stronger shudder course down his spine and spread across her hands.

Continuing the massage, Alison noticed a large shadow suddenly drift across her hands and curiously looked up along his belly when she saw his two slick, erect spires sticking into the air and bobbing in time with his relaxed heartbeat. Stopping and looking past the impressive lengths, she saw a mix of lust, need and love combined with weariness and fatigue burning in his eyes as he silently begged her for more. Drawing her eyes back down past his twin spires, she smiled devilishly and blushed hard as a lewd idea crept inside her mind; causing her to quicken her massage as her breathing and heartbeat increased as well. Steeling her nerves, she turned back, smiled innocently and gave a sly wink as she set about her plan.

Alison dragged her delicate hands slowly across the pad of his foot and up to his toes as she hummed innocently and wrapped her fingers lightly around them before continuing up. Feeling him twitch in excitement despite his weariness, she slowed her ascent to his spires to an almost unbearably slow pace and gently drifted her hands under and over his toned, strong leg; his muscles tensing in excitement then relaxing as her hands glided over them and undid his knotted muscles. A groaning hiss reverberated loudly off the bedroom walls as she felt Razor becoming more needy and eager to end the almost unbearable teasing and continue on to the main event.

Feeling her own need course through her body and burn at her groin, she quickly ran her hands back up his leg and over his underbelly before pausing an inch away from his proud masculinity. Leaning in close and breathing deep, his potent musk making her head spin in delight as the smell tickled her nose, Alison felt herself begin to salivate. Sticking her tongue out and carefully running it up from the base of his right hemipene, she licked teasingly over the numerous spikes and across his sensitive tip; a large amount of pre-cum collecting on her tongue and pooling in her mouth. Swallowing the gooey solution quickly, she looked up at him and gave him a quick, lusty wink as she wrapped her fingers around his other shaft and opened her mouth wide.

Razor hissed loudly and tried to raise his head to look up at her, a feat made impossible by the leftover anesthetic and paralyzing pleasure that pumped through his veins, as he felt the warm confines of her mouth encircle the tip of his sensitive and leaking head. Resigning to simply leaning back into the mattress to enjoy the treatment, he hissed in delight as the immense pleasure coursed down his spires and spread into his body; one being expertly stroked with silky smooth hands while the other was surrounded by a warm, wet mouth and teasing tongue. He didn't know what what the anesthetic had done, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out.

Another large load of pre-cum shot down her throat and caused her to moan heavily around the tip as her mind filled with lust and determination to finally taste his rich, fertile seed; their previous encounters only affording her a taste of his pre-cum before they moved on to more intimate activities. Alison felt a sudden burst of energy spur her on as he started squirting more of his salty pre-cum into her maw and she quickened her pace in a desperate attempt to milk him; her hand stroking rapidly at his left hemipene while her head bobbed deep and forced his right hemipene into her throat. Her muscles squeezed desperately around the right spire as her tongue lapped along the rest and pulled back against his slick barbs; an extra loud hiss her only warning as she prepared for his imminent release.

Alison briskly pulled the large rod out of her throat, leaving only the tip resting inside her mouth, as she felt it spasm wildly and saw him claw madly at the sheets; Razor desperately trying to draw out the pleasure and hold off his intense orgasm, not wanting it to end so soon. With one last strong lick across the tip of his right hemipene, and a gentle squeeze around his other, she saw him writhe in absolute bliss and shoot the first of many powerful, thick loads into her waiting mouth; the sheer size instantly filling her relatively small orifice and forcing more down her throat as she fought back her gag reflex.

Trying desperately to swallow the enormous load, she felt another gush of rich semen enter her still half-full maw and force some down her throat while the rest escaped out of the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. But that was not the only thing that weighed on her mind. Suddenly feeling his other hemipene twitch excitedly and swell in her hand, Alison tightly shut her eyes as she realized what the horny male was about to do and waited - with surprising eagerness, she noted - for the dirty act to begin.

As the first load of his warm, potent seed escaped from his other, sensitive shaft and splashed across the side of her face, she exclaimed in surprise, unused to the odd feeling, and drew back slightly from the twin spires as they continued to force more of his cum out and across her face. Filled with lust and unable to move, Alison released her grip on the other spire and opened her mouth as Razor rode out the rest of his intense orgasm; his now free spires slapping wetly against her almost pure-white face.

Feeling the torrent of sticky fluid slow to a trickle, Alison moved slightly further back and leaned to the side as she used a free hand to wipe some of the excess seed from her eyes. Slowly and carefully opening her eyes, Alison blinked rapidly to clear her vision and looked over at the large gold-plated mirror that sat atop the mahogany vanity beside the bed. Alison felt her breath catch in her throat as her eyes drifted over the mirror and focused on the cum-covered reflection that stared back at her; a lusty smile creeping onto her face as she realized her entire face had been covered in the sticky white liquid.

Alison raised her hand slowly to her mouth and watched as the thick mess trickled to the tips of her fingers before she quickly stuck two fingers inside her mouth. Running her tongue over the gooey seed and suckling gently on her fingers, she moaned in delight as she finally calmed enough to revel in the sour yet slightly sweet taste that filled her mouth. Pulling her fingers free from her maw and licking her lips seductively, she tipped her head back and closed her eyes as she felt it slowly trickle down her throat and into her stomach to join the rest that had been almost force-fed to her moments ago.

Moaning loudly and glancing again at her lewd reflection, she felt Razor stir beneath her and looked down to see him straining his neck forward and flicking his tongue slowly out across her stomach. Curious as to his intentions, she leaned down and steadied herself as he sniffed curiously over her face before licking roughly across her cheek. Retracting his tongue quickly back inside his mouth, she watched as he briefly turned it over in his mouth and swallowed enthusiastically before lapping up more of his mess.

Smiling happily and giggling lightly, she watched in the mirror as Razor cleaned off the last of the semen that had covered her face. Turning to face him, she squealed in surprise as he suddenly moved his head up and pressed his own scaly mouth against her lips in imitation of a kiss. Caught off-guard and unsure how to continue, she felt Razor's long, powerful tongue push easily past her lips and snake its way into her still mostly open mouth as he began to passionately kiss her.

Almost subconsciously, Alison felt her tongue begin to twist and writhe against his tongue in a desperate battle for dominance; Razor's tongue easily overwhelming her own. Enthusiastically accepting her submissive role as he playfully battered her tongue and licked around her comparatively smaller mouth, she closed her eyes and leaned harder into the kiss as she tasted a mix of his seed and saliva; the combination sending shivers down her spine. Time ceased to exist for the two as seconds drifted into eternity, both focused only on the feeling of completeness that resulted from the simple yet intimate act that confirmed their love for one and other.

Alison shifted slightly and pulled back as she felt two hard, slick rods press lightly against her stomach; their tongues still lightly dancing and intimately writhing over one and other in front of their maws. Finally withdrawing their tongues, an almost disappointed moan escaping Alison's lips, she looked down past her firm breasts at Razor's two hemipenes and saw them point proudly out from his cloaca and at her torso. Slowly looking back to his face, she saw his expression change to feigned innocence as he gazed longingly at her.

Leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the nose, she lightly pushed his chest into the mattress with one hand while her other quickly reached around and undid the zip at the back of her dress. Raising her hand from his chest as she felt the zipper come apart, she quickly took off her dress and carelessly tossed it aside; her white, frilly bra and soaked panties following quickly after. Turning back, she blushed lightly as he dragged his tongue slowly over her breasts before laying his head back into the soft mattress.

Alison squirmed in need as she felt her hot snatch leak some of her juices onto the sheets and turned to see Razor laying comfortably back into the mattress. He must be too tired to even move, she thought forlornly, In that case, I wonder if I... Shuddering as a sudden wave of need rushed over her, Alison carefully climbed on top of the weary lizard and looked down at him as he stared questioningly back into her eyes. Almost unable to control herself, she lifted her hips slowly and lowered herself before stopping an inch above his twitching spires and gazing back at him for confirmation; she refused to force him through anything he did not want to do.

Suddenly realizing her intentions, and still feeling needy despite his earlier release, Razor nodded in confirmation and watched as Alison lowered her warm snatch onto his left hemipene. Razor hissed in surprise as he felt her hand glide over his other thick member and point it towards her tighter ass as she continued to lower herself; the second slick rod sliding into her 'well-trained' orifice with a wet 'pop'. Forcing his head deep into the mattress as he struggled not to thrust up into her, although he doubted he had the energy to even do that, the two of them moaned in unison as their hips connected with a light 'slap'.

Alison moaned loudly as she felt both her sacred orifices being filled to the brim with his large, powerful members and stifled a scream of pleasure when she felt one of his hemipenes nudge against her cervix. Gazing down at the lusty komodo, she smiled happily as she saw him look back at her with gentle and loving eyes as he again licked over her exposed breasts. Pulling his tongue back into his mouth, she saw him close his eyes and tilt his head back as he hissed loudly in pleasure and urged her on.

Eager to start, Alison moaned out loud and slowly began to move her hips up his large rods; his thick, stiff barbs digging pleasurably into her internal walls and trying to drag her back down as she heard another hiss of pleasure escape from his throat. Finally reaching the top and feeling only the tips of his hemipenes remain inside her, she sharply dropped herself back down, landing relatively softly, and squealed out loud as the tip of his left hemipene bounced quickly past her cervix before being forced back out. She shuddered harshly as she reveled in the feeling of having her most sacred of places violated by her lover.

Looking down at Razor, she saw his face contort into raw pleasure as her strong muscles spasmed along his spires and sent liquid lightning coursing up both their spines. Pulling back up again, this time only to half way, Alison slowly lowered herself back down his shafts at an almost painfully slow pace as she saw him shudder in pleasure and dig his sharp claws deep into the sheets and mattress. Colliding again with his hips, she quickly leaned forward and forced her tongue into his open mouth as she kissed him passionately and licked teasingly around his maw and over his own strong tongue.

Eyes closing quickly, she felt Razor return her kiss with zeal as he wrapped his slick appendage around her own and began to gently suckle on it. Loving the feeling of completeness as he playfully battered her tongue and forced it deep into her mouth, she slowly drew her hips up and began to ride his hemipenes; her actions deliberately slow as she tried to make their intimate session last an eternity. She moaned constantly into his mouth as she felt his hemipene push near constantly at her cervix while his tongue prodded around her mouth and suckled tenderly on her smaller tongue.

The two continued their gentle yet pleasurable session for what seemed like forever, her muscles pulling at his sensitive barbs and rippling over his spires while he continued to invade her mouth, until Alison felt a familiar burning sensation welling up in her gut. Eager to reach her blissful orgasm, she suddenly pulled free from the kiss and leaned back up, head pointed at the ceiling, as she quickened her pace and forcefully bounced up and down on his shafts; his left hemipene constantly forcing itself past her cervix and sending chilling spikes of pleasure coursing through him. Screaming out loud, Alison forced herself all the way back down as she felt her muscles clamp around his spires and began to orgasm.

She continued to scream loudly in ecstasy, not caring who heard, as she felt her powerful muscles start to spasm wildly around the large rods trapped inside her and furiously try to milk him for his precious seed. Curling her toes and struggling to keep herself up, she felt as her vagina forced her lewd juices back out across his hemipene and onto his crotch; her sweet juices quickly rolling off and pooling onto the bed beneath them. She gave one last, long moan as Razor gave one final, powerful thrust up into her.

Hissing louder than ever before, Razor clawed nonstop at the bedsheets as he felt her rippling muscles drawing out his final, and biggest, orgasm of the day. Digging his claws one final time into the mattress, and leaving several large gashes in it, he threw his head back and started to cum deep inside both her precious orifices; one hemipene shooting some of his semen far up her ass while the other splashed large loads of thick seed directly against the back of her uterus. He forced his eyes open for a moment as he saw her stomach swell to almost impossible levels as he continued to pump more of his musky mess inside her; his engorged maleness trapping his plentiful loads inside her.

Feeling the last of his thick mess escape his tips, Alison clumsily laid herself down beside him, Razor turning with her, as they both came down from their amazing high. Struggling to catch her breath, she looked over at Razor and smiled happily as she craned her neck forwards and gave him one last quick kiss on the nose; Razor himself giving her a subtle lick across her neck. Pulling back a little, she dragged her arms up over him and pulled him into a loving hug as he too leaned in and nuzzled affectionately into her breasts; his tongue loosely trailing over them as he started to fall asleep, his hemipenes still trapped inside her.

Alison struggled to keep her eyes open as she felt her strength drain from her body and her mind began to wander into dreams; the slow rising and falling of his strong chest beginning to rock her to sleep. Using the last of her energy, she craned her neck forward one last time and kissed him lightly on the cheek before she too succumbed to fatigue and drifted into a blissful sleep; dreaming happily of the adventures they still had ahead of them.