The War to End All WorldsChapter 3
“Pregnant?” I asked. I must have said the word at least five times while Tjen crossed her legs beneath her, my seed still flecking her thighs and gleaming from her sex. Tjen nodded mutely. “But how?” I asked. “The means seems obvious,” she said, her voice flat. I put my hands over my face. A foot trod on the ground before the cellar window, showing that people were walking past the abandoned Socialist Headquarters that we were sheltering in. I tried to not imagine all of them becoming...