The hot seed that suddenly began to pump into her. Did nothing to cool the fires of arousal.   Genetically altered with the toxins.  In an eternal heat.   The only sure most definite.  Is she would conceive.  For with in the alteration that has transformed her.   Her conception rate is one hundred percent.<br/><br/>Her legs hold on tight.  Despite the uncontrollable trembling that wracks her.  As she hangs on from being tossed off, with the violent thrusting that slams into her during her mate's ejaculation.