Darius, the old Occyens who was now 70 years old smiled with satisfaction. He got up and got off the bed, leaving Xandhira, the former Queen of the West, naked, drenched in sweat, and extremely exhausted.
"You know..."
He only put his pants back on, then stepped closer to the only table in the room, and reached for a seven-inch-long glass tube with a bluish liquid inside.
"Although my attempts in the past ten years to impregnate you have been unsuccessful," he turned and chuckled looking at Xandhira's smooth butt cheeks, and grinned. "But I won't stop, Xandhira."
"Go ... Go to hell!" Xandhira was still unable to move freely due to the influence of the drink Darius had forced upon her earlier. "You know I'm past my childbearing years. I'm sixty years old, for God's sake! You... You just want to make my life a living hell, you Occyens bastard!"
