'What is this,' her expression said, in a language every man and woman in the tent could read. 'Why is my body doing this. Why now. Why him.'
Her chitin plating had seams. He opened the ones at her hips and chest with two precise pulls, peeling the armor back like fruit rind, and underneath she was dark red and flushed darker, sweat already beading on her, the softness of her huge heavy breasts and strong thighs shocking against all that hard plating. Her nipples stood stiff in the cool air. Between her locked thighs her cunt was flushed and swelling visibly, her body's buried season ripped awake at full force.
She looked down at her own body with something like betrayal.
"Sssaah... haaah..." she moaned, and hated every second of the moan, and it thickened anyway.
Raven unhooked the frame's leg locks and bent her over the war table, face down across the maps of her own nest town, and took position behind her.
The tent was silent as a held breath.
