Marina began to grind her thighs together restlessly, a nervous gesture that was completely out of character for the proud warrior queen, her eyes darting all over the scorched savannah as if searching for an escape from her own confession.
Her fingers twisted in the fabric of her gown, the torn slit revealing glimpses of the dark armor beneath, and she seemed to shrink into herself in a way that was very endearing.
After biting her lips for a long, uncertain moment, her teeth pressing into the soft flesh as she struggled to find the courage to continue, she finally spoke:
"I have been trying to avoid you ever since yesterday because... because your scent is m-making me hot and aroused in ways I have never experienced before in my entire existence. D-Don't get the wrong idea, boy! It was b-because of the m-m-mating session we had yesterday.
