Troy crested the ridge, orange light from the twin suns illuminating weary features. He’d made it. Survived.

The meadow stretched below him, prize as yet unseen on the central knoll.

Negotiating boulder-strewn terrain he plunged into grass, shedding clothes as he advanced. Fingers brushed red petals, hardening resolve, and manhood.

At the knoll’s base he knelt, plucked a flowering bud, offered thanks. His cock swelled as he crushed petals and climbed the grassy incline.

Naked, his queen waited, legs splayed, ripe and inviting. He penetrated her, bestial cock thrusting to completion as she howled.

One day their child would rule.