Tarrok kept going, those piercing claws doing what they did to him every single time. Pretty much her second most effective weapon, next to those big brown blinkers. Never failed to draw out the wildest in him, the part that wanted to abandon what tact he had. Just grab hold of a fistful of hair and hammer her like a bent nail.<br/><br/>Could feel his climax approaching, now. It was in the little things, the urgency in every moan. How he couldn't help but keep going faster and faster. Building up to one perfect moment of blissful release.<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"I think they'd know something was up. You don't change overnight, you know? They caught on pretty quick that one time you tried buttering up mama for that book."</span>Sage pointed out. Burrowed into her covers, deeper and deeper.<br/><br/>Not that Daikon hadn't gotten his way. Weekend had come, and Daikon had gotten the book he'd wanted. Something science-y sounding and technical, not her taste. Not that much of what she wanted could be passed on through pages alone.