The one thing that the feline wanted more than anything was already hers. A life with Tarrok, together in unity, was her world. Not only did he save her from a fate where she would have been nothing but a sex doll, but he encouraged her to be her own woman. He wanted her to make her own choices. Programming or not, her choice was him. Blackmailing him to always be at his side was a bit out of character now. She wouldn't change it for the world then.<br/><br/>Her claws dug deeper into his back. The continuous pressure rising once more. Had she even finish the last orgasm? Honestly, Aiko didn't even care. This felt good and she didn't want it to stop. Their bodies were one, sweat on both of them. Skin against skin, she felt his scarred body move against hers. He was so much bigger than she, so much stronger. The tiny hybrid seemed to fit just right against him.<br/><br/>Her lips held onto his, muffling her moans of pleasure. Aiko did not really care. His kiss was a high. It was a sweet poison. If she were to die today, just the lingering taste of his lips would suffice her into whatever came next. She was always eager for it, for him. The way he moved inside of her only helped make her want him more and more. The pressure continued to rise, a larger release on the coming horizon, much bigger than any before. Her body both trembled and shuddered as it pressed its best up against the Saiyan's form.