[Iggy slides off the railing and does as he's told with a sigh.]

Okay, but...

[He breathes deep, feeling terror alongside lust, sharpening it into something dangerous.]

You said your other half gave me a gift. And he did, but it's not for me. He said I was to tell you that. To tell you...

[Iggy presses back, ass grinding mindlessly. He realises with dismay that explaining what was done to him is getting him hard.

His voice is low, his words nearly running together in his haste to get them out.]

He cut me open. He put his hand inside me. I felt it. He put a... a seed in there. It was beautiful. It hurt so much, but it was so beautiful.

He said it was a gift, and that you must decide what you want to do with it.

[Iggy makes a tortured moaning sound as he grips the railing with both hands.]

Please. I feel strange.