The young tigress grins and mrowls in pleasure, placing fry and pot to the side and turning off the fire. Then she turns around and gives a passion-filled kiss to her mate, while she gets rid of her apron with one paw, now standing naked in front of Sar. "I need you too," she replies, with a smile. "Make me yours, my love,'" she adds, kissing him back, her paws sliding down his body, stroking him until one paw rest on top of his sheath and growing shaft, and the other on his tailbase.