It was all becoming too much for Camille, the pheromones, her already boiling arousal, the heightened senses and the feeling of Liandra moving around inside her like the girl was her own baby, or something close to it. She looked at Davilon and grabbed him, without regard of anyone who was present she litereally tore his clothes off with her hands and her pincers and then kissed him furiosly on his mouth.<br/>Everything around her had ceased to matter but the pure act of procreation. Her hands grabbed his buttocks and pushed them towards the point where her human body merged with her scorpion body and where the wet lips of her sex lay. Her skirt had fallen off somewhere during the struggle and there was nothing between his reproductive organs and hers.