<span style="color: mediumpurple">"I'm...Tarrok, I'm..."</span><br/><br/>She bit down on her lip, pulling his hair hard. Her body shook as his tongue lashed all the right places sending her into bliss. Little moans came out through puffs of hair from her nose. Body clenched up as wave after wave of pent up pleasure rolled through the feline's body. A groan eventually broke free of her lips despite her best efforts to stay quiet.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"Totally questioning,"</span>he mocked, grinning like a villain.<span style="color: seagreen">"So, when are you going to stop trying to be like dad?"</span><br/><br/>Serious question demanded a serious answer. Daikon looked up to his father, but he knew that the Saiyan would encourage his children to not be like him. Whatever in the world that meant. He saw his father as a huge pillar of strength. His mom, on the other hand, was gentle and kind. He certainly preferred the company of his mother on most days. Not that Tarrok was a horrible person to be around, he just felt more connected to the feline hybrid. It was probably the ears.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"Sage, we're weird Saiyan cats. I don't think the word 'proper' belongs."</span>