Those claws spurred him further on, even as he felt her climax nearing. Her squeaks, turning to growls, only gave him more reason to go on. Tarrok wanted to give her this, to please her. If only to justify why she was his, and no one elses.<br/><br/>His thrusts came fast and hard as she tipped into the realm of bliss. They lingered, his thighs against hers, for long moments. Felt the tremors and quivers run through them. Slowly, his pace eased down as he brought her down gently. Arms wrapped tight around her slender body, keeping her safe and loved.<br/><br/>The saiyan also brought her down literally while he was at it. Laid her down, belly up beneath him on the clear half of the cloth. Kissed at her porcelain skin, long and loving. Worshipped at the altar of his feline lover, as if they had no tomorrow.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Grab hold of something and squeeze."</span>Tarrok whispered. Both hands grabbed hold of her thighs, spread her legs out and wide. Rubbed the underside of his length across her button, teasing the sensitive bit. His powerful hands seemed to wrap around them completely, his grip total but not cruel.<br/><br/>Aiko was the most perfect, most beautiful thing he'd had in his whole life. This wasn't going be a cage. It was going to be a sanctuary.