Tarrok took his wife into his arms and held her through the orgasm. Kissed her still trembling legs as the waves of pleasure crashed into and through her. Held her close as she came down and comforted her as she came down. Gently brushed some hair that had fallen into her face.<br/><br/>Then he turned her over, taking hold of her wonderfully curvy bottom. Laid his hardening member against her skin. Kissed at the nape of her neck, nipped gently a few times. Made sure she was ready and she was in a comfortable place to continue.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Sage's face turned into a small little frown at Daikon's question. On some level she knew he had something of a point. She was her own person, though, wasn't she? Was it that wrong to idolize her father?<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"When will you stop trying to be like mom?"</span>She grumbled back. Drew her blanket tight and up against her face. Then she felt her tail, the top of her head.<span style="color: #FF0000">"I don't think I feel like I'm supposed to be a cat?"</span>