Last Boy/Ask to breed her daughter

"No. I also want to breed with your daughter, Lilna." You tell her.

She gets an odd expression on her face. You can't quite read it, but it's definitely not the outrage you expected.

"She's only six," she says, "what makes you think that putting your sperm in her wouldn't be a waste too?"

"Hey," you say cooly, "one or the other."

"Well it may surprise you to know, Mr. Newman," she says with a smile, "that Lilna's little womb has been ready for your seed since she was three. I've had her on hormone treatments since she was born so that she would be ready when your seed was. I wasn't planning on you applying that seed directly however."

"Well I-"

"In any case," she interrupts you, "I accept your final conditions with one of my own. When you are breeding Lilna I will be there to supervise, and make sure you don't hurt her. Now put away the pistol, and lets get back to saving the human race, shall we?"

You put away the pistol, a bit dumbfounded. There is still the matter of the drug coursing through your system and the subsequent raging boner you have, however. It's been about thirty minutes since you took the pill, but there are no signs of it wearing off anytime soon. You should probably take care of that. Do you...

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