Camille had thrown herself at Davilon. And now, in front of these strangers they where making love. No, not making love that would imply some kind of affection. This mindless lustful ramming together of crothes could not me called 'making love'. It could be called Sex, Copulation, Fornication, Intercourse but most accurately it was called Mating.<br/>Camille felt it in her bones and soon throughout all her body. She wanted a child. And Gods be damned she would have one.<br/>She gripped his waist thrust him deep inside her in quick powerful strokes wanting to take his seed.