Every raking cut seemed to be just perfect to the scarred saiyan. Tarrok didn't mind the minor injuries in the slightest. A life of fighting, and starting early at that, normalized him to sustaining injuries far more serious. These, even at the deepest, were shallow cuts and incapable of doing much more than what they were doing already.<br/><br/>Oh, and what things they were doing to him indeed. Every scratch seemed to give him a new burst of vigor, looping indefinitely as Aiko continued. Going harder and faster, more wanting for the pale goddess in his arms. For a moment, it seemed to him like he could have kept going indefinitely on these little surges alone.<br/><br/>And then came the teeth.<br/><br/>Tarrok had already been riding the tipping point of his own orgasm. The saiyan had been confident in his ability to keep from going over the edge. What he didn't count on was Aiko feeling even better once she sank her teeth in. If her claws had been bliss, her teeth were nirvana by comparison.<br/><br/>Before he knew it, he could feel his own climax incoming. Despite his attempts to hold it back, it was as inevitable as a rockslide now. Aiko's own quivering body and intense orgasm seemed to amplify the effect. Tarrok choked out a warning, a single cry above their moans and sighs.<br/><br/>However she responded, he was seconds behind her. It was easily more intense than the one she'd given him earlier, in this same bed. If he had the presence of mind, he might have wondered if this would keep escalating the longer they were together. As it was, the only thing that could be on his mind was his feline lover.