<span style="color: #0080FF">"Easy, I got you."</span>Tarrok moaned, his breathing a little more ragged now for attempting even those few words. It felt like being wrapped in burning velvet. Heels at his back betrayed her need, unrestrained and all consuming. It felt... nice, to be wanted like this.<br/><br/>His strong arms wrapped around her slim figure, each one almost as broad across as Aiko herself. One he used to grip around her hip, holding tight. The other went around her back, between her shoulder blades for comfort. Raising his hips, Tarrok pointed himself down into her and made the most of the leverage. Long, hard thrusts dove into her, wanting for more and more of her. Soft claps as his skin met hers, the saiyans member pushing in its entirety.<br/><br/>Tarrok's lips danced on her neck, hungry and lascivious. Soft growls issued from somewhere in his chest. Some animal part of him recognized that animal part of her, and wanted to meet it. Sturdy fingers raked across her skin, wanted to feel every inch of her with every inch of him.<br/><br/>That arm holding her hips drew them toward each other. Above all, he wanted to hear her cry out in bliss. Breathless gasps and moans, riding high on sexual delight. He murmured her name as he could feel her climax draw near.