A bed,” Proximus says, scrunching his nose up at the huge, canopied bed. “He was truly weak.”

“A bed,” I say, running toward it.

I leap onto it, and laugh with elation as I bounce up and down on it.

Proximus sighs. “I will use this thing to spear you, but I will not weaken myself and sleep on it.”

“Just try it,” I say. “You’re already emperor now, you don’t have to prove how badass you are anymore.”

“I’m not truly emperor until each clan has sworn its allegiance to me,” he says.

“They will though,” I say.

His face tightens, but I take him by the wrist and put his hand onto my belly. “They will.”

“Proximus,” I whisper. “To help me understand the importance of this, you have to tell me about the alien birds and the alien bees.”

“This is a strange time for such questions,” he says. “But if you must know, our birds are rare, yet very large. They can pluck an eyeball from a man’s head if he is not ready, and our bees’ stings can paralyze even a man of my size–”

“No,” I say. “It’s an expression. It means...look–everyone is willing to kill their old emperor and obey you, simply because you got me pregnant. What is so bad about the way you mate among your own kind? Why is everyone looking at me the way they do.”

“I can read books,” he says. “I am not such a barbarian like you think.”

I tilt my head at him in confusion.

“While you slept, I read,” he says. “The emperor’s library, which contains more history than anywhere else on this world. Though maybe somewhere on the frozen side of the planet, there could be–”

“Focus, Proximus, I say. The birds and the bees.”

He nods. “It seems in our distant past, we were like you. Men had spears, while women had holes.”

I shudder. “Please don’t call it a hole.”

“They had sensual blossoms which bloomed and–”

“Okay,” I interrupt again, “Let’s figure out a good word to use later. I get the idea.”

“We mated as you do,” he says. “Our women were like your women, and all was good. Then the sun started to die, and we were too content and weak. Many gave up hope, becoming lazy. Most simply left this world, and it’s even said that in this time we seeded humanity onto your Earth. Though no one is sure this is true.”

“You mean…”

He shrugs. Only Proximus could just shrug off the origin of man, one of Earth’s greatest mysteries. “Those who stayed here gave up hope. We forgot how to create new technology, and then we forgot even how to create old technology. Most of what we had built for millennia died along with the sun. We formed clans, and with the last dying knowledge of what we once had, our last scientists unleashed a disease into our world. It changed us. Our men and our women became strong, better suited to survive and thrive in this harsh new world.

“Like, you modified your DNA? With some kind of virus?”

“No,” he says. “We change ourselves. We changed the tiny things within us that make us what we are, and this change was spread through some type of sickness.”

I sigh. Neither of those words were uploaded into his English. I’ll have to teach him later.

“Can you please,” I say. “Please get to the part where you tell me how you fuck?”

He looks at me in surprise at how suddenly crass I’ve become, but I didn’t ask for an entire history lesson of his entire race. I simply am dying to know how the hell he fucked before he saw a human pussy.

“Our women have no spears,” he says, “And though my spear has hardened before at the sight of one of our women, I took no real pleasure in it. Nor did she.”

“In what,” I hiss.

“We must periodically release our seed,” he says. “Our spears harden, and release is–”

“Yes,” I say. “Our men do it too. It’s called jerking off.”

“We do this anyway, but sometimes our females are overtaken by a primal urge, to be covered in this seed. I’ve heard them say it is not pleasurable for them, it’s simply a need, much like my need to release my seed. So in these times we must simply release onto the skin of a female.”

“The skin?” I ask. “Where, specifically?”

He shrugs. “Wherever it will land. Usually the belly. Sometimes the back, if she doesn’t want to watch. If it’s a strong pairing, her skin will absorb it, and she becomes with child. I’ve never had a successful pairing. You are my first...and only.”

I try not to laugh. I know some guys–it’s almost always guys–get off on pulling out of a woman and cumming all over her instead of inside her. I imagine how shocked Proximus would be to know that, after his awestruck wonder at cumming inside a woman.

“I read,” he says. “In this book, that part of the sickness that changed us made pairings unlikely. Over many generations, this is how we became as strong as we are. Resources are scarce, and only children who will strengthen are race will be born.”

I find my hand on my belly. “And what about ours? It’s not...what if it weakens your race?”

“It’s our child,” he says. “It will be strong.”

And to show him that I am strong too, that our baby’s blood is not strong just because of him, I get up off the bed and push him toward it. He relents and lies down onto it, and I jump on top of him and straddle him.

He looks up at me with hungry eyes.

“You said none of the others will be tempted by me while I’m pregnant,” I whisper.

“They can smell that you are already full with child. A child who is not theirs.”

“But you…” I say, running a hand over his chest.

“But I smell it’s mine. It strengthens our bond, and my hunger for you.”

I reach back and under his loincloth, and I run my hand up along his balls and to the base of his shaft. His spear. His hardness tells me he’s not lying to me.

I’m wearing a thin cloth which is nearly translucent, and I don’t even bother to pull it off, I just press his hard cock flat against his belly, and I slide backward and spread my legs so the cloth rides up. I let my wet lips slide across his thickness. I watch his muscles tighten as I grind against him, not letting him inside me, but just running my swelling lips against him to tease him, and to make him want me more.

“My emperor,” I say, grinning.

I’m half mocking him, but half serious. I still can’t get over how unreal it feels. That he was made emperor because he got me pregnant, of all things. But seeing the way people respect him, and the way he respects them back even though he’s so far above them now, makes me think he’ll be a good ruler. And hopefully a good father.

He grips my waist and holds me still, stopping me from rubbing against him. I think he’s going to lift me up and press me down until he’s inside me, but he just holds me still and looks at me with serious eyes.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I am not your emperor,” he says. “You are not of our people. Even though I am bonded to you, you must know that you are free to go. The ship which took you is almost ready to travel again. I could send you back…”

“And our child?” I ask. “And you?”

“Of course I want you to stay,” he says, gripping my waist to emphasize his point. “But...I would understand if you chose to go.”

“I’ll never leave you,” I whisper, and I lean down and press my lips against his.

He growls low in his throat, then kisses me back with hunger. He breaks it after many quick heartbeats, and says, “You could visit Earth.”

“I might,” I say. “But not until I find Elsie and Amber. I’ll take them home, and then come back to my new world.”

I don’t really know how all that would work. Surely the three of us are all reported as missing. I’ll need to tell my close family what happened, but they may not even believe me when I tell them. I doubt I could bring my child with me, even after he or she is much older, but–

Proximus reaches back to my waist, grips my ass, and pulls me up onto his cock. I gasp as his spear tip enters me, then I remember that I’m supposed to be in control, not him. I get up on my heels, and Proximus’ eyes bulge as I lower myself all the way down onto him.

“I never thought of this,” he whispers in awe. “For the hole to move rather than the spear–”

I shut him up by clenching my inner walls, and his eyes roll back into his head as I move my hips up and squeeze his cock with my tight pussy.

I start to ride him with serious speed. My ass cheeks slap hard against his hips, jiggling with each thrust.

He moves beneath me, matching my speed. He tears the cloth off my body and cups my breasts. He feels so good inside me: warm and full and pulsing with life. I think of the life growing inside me, and I feel even closer to him than ever.

As my wetness surges, Proximus growls and lifts me up with an intense fury. He pulls us both up into the air, and his tall horns rip the thin canopy off the top of the bed. He carries me across the room, and I realize the canopy is stuck to his horns, covering us in a half-transparent bed canopy.

He presses me against the wall, and I wrap my legs around him. He thrusts at the new angle, and he hits me so good and deep that I gasp and drool with uncontrollable ecstasy. The silken cloth of the canopy slides softly against my shoulders as he rams me, the cloth being held up by his horns and moving counter to his thrusts.

He soon pulls me off the wall, and holds me with just his strong arms, never ceasing his deep thrusts.

I feel my wetness peaking, and I dig my nails into his back to prepare for the orgasm. Even though he’s holding me tight and I know he won’t drop me, I still want to cling tightly to him as he cums inside of me.

I wrap my arms around his torso and clench my body, flexing all of my muscles as my inner walls tighten and throb wet around his spear.

“Fuck!” I scream. “Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”

He doesn’t stop. He thrusts with unceasing energy. Adrenaline blasts through me. It goes from my chest to my head in a split second, and the head rush sends each of my toes apart, and my fingernails deep into his solid back.

Then I feel him filling me up. I’m pregnant already, but feeling him release into me–knowing I can make him feel so good–is everything to me. I laugh and cry as the slickness of his seed drips out of me.

He carries me back to the bed with his cock still buried inside me. But he pulls me off to throw me down onto the bed.

He looks down at me, and I beg him with my eyes to fall down beside me. He does, and he wraps those arms around me as a warm glow fills me from inside. For the first time since landing on this planet, I know we can just lie like this for as long as we’d like, and I know I’d like to lie like this for a very long time. Until the dying sun finally sets.