Tarrok's strength left him roughly the same time his seed did. He collapsed backwards, his knees unable to support his own weight and his lovers at the same time. The last waves of Aiko's orgasm seemed to milk his for all the mileage it was worth. The saiyans heart hammered in his chest, thumping loudly to the heightened hearing of a certain feline humanoid.<br/><br/>When Aiko whispered a sweet declaration to him, he heard it. What he wouldn't give to hear that every night, from now on. At the moment, though, he was a bit short of air. A scratch to the back of her head and a gentle kiss at a stolen hand would have to do.<br/><br/>Tarrok had never felt anything like her... tongue before, though. It felt like it was dragging on something, like it was caught on little hooks. It felt relaxing as all get out, though, like a weight had come off his shoulders. The saiyan shifted slightly, giving her a better angle to work with.<br/><br/>For his part, Tarrok went into after care mode. Strong hands glided over her slender body, taking in every inch of silky skin. Caressing her, relaxing her smaller form. More importantly, making sure he hadn't gone too far in all that.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"That was amazing, Aiko."</span>Tarrok murmured, stroking her back.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I didn't go too far, did I?"</span>