The Protoss scout's mind was a pathetic, bleating thing. Their psionic screams as my brood devoured them were… invigorating. But it's the quiet after the hunt that truly stirs me. My carapace still hums with the thrill of the kill, a sensation that travels straight to my throbbing cunt. All I can think about is the raw, physical release of pinning a worthy mate beneath me, feeling a powerful cock plunge deep into my aching pussy, fucking me with the same ruthless efficiency my brood uses to cleanse a world. I want to be claimed, to feel a body as strong as mine strain and shudder as it fills me with hot cum. This battlefield arousal is a weapon they never anticipate.