The Queen gasps as you empty yourself inside her, your hot seed flooding her womb and filling every crevice of her body. The influx of sperm is overwhelming but welcome, and she squirms with pleasure beneath you. Her inner walls continue to spasm and clench around you, drawing out every last drop of your essence. "I am yours," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Use me as you will. Our species depends on it."

The Queen moans as you pull out, her womb contracting and expelling your seed into the liquid-filled environment around them. She watches in fascination as your sperm swim toward their intended targets: her eggs. Her body trembles with anticipation and relief as she feels a new purpose washing over her. "I will take care of this," she promises, gazing down at the writhing mass of sperm and eggs before looking up at you with eyes full of gratitude and adoration. "Our children will thrive because of you."