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Some civilizations had actually collapsed after a particularly bad Steyatt where many of the males had failed to satisfy their urges and been left to their own devices.

They went on murderous rampages from one city to another, looting and raiding their fellow brethren.

It was far better for them to take out their individual frustrations on a hapless alien female who actually wanted that aggression and, most of all, their valuable Seed.

Back on Earth, viable seed had become one of the most valuable commodities on the planet — outpacing all others at a ratio of ten to one.

The black market was rife with such Seed — much of it fake and not of the advertised quality.

With no other option, many women chose it, and it sometimes led to disastrous results.

People were desperate.

Few things were as powerful as a female’s desire to birth children… and little could stand in their way when they were determined to succeed.

But here, in these Seeding Facilities, we knew the Seed was genuine as it was being pumped into us by (very) willing males.

I looked up at the door again and saw that it still had not burst open with males sporting raging organs.

I glanced at the other females again and saw the same look of confusion on their faces.

I looked over at the Assistants standing about the room, tablets clutched under their arms.

They appeared unconcerned with the situation… so I supposed everything was going as it was meant to.

Still, the reviews I had read had insisted the males came to the room soon after the females…

I wondered if something had gone wrong and had not yet filtered down to these workers.

It was well known that the males, driven insane by the scent of willing, fertile females, turned to fighting among themselves, and although no deaths had ever been reported at a Seeding Facility, more than a little mauling had.

Of both males and females.

But that wasn’t going to be an issue for me seeing as the males hadn’t even entered the room yet.

One of the Assistants — I recognized her as the one in charge as she had earlier explained what was going to happen and what the rules were — took a step forward and pressed a finger to her ear.

She listened intently to whoever was speaking, nodded her head, then turned to us and said:

“Numbers three, five, and eight. Please step forward.”

Numbers three and five did so.

They were gorgeous, sleek creatures with long necks and bright skin — one green, the other yellow — the very definition of sexiness.

Everyone appeared to be waiting for the final female — number eight — to step forward to join them.

I peered around, just as all the other females did, and when I looked up and locked eyes with the Chief Assistant, I realized — after quickly counting along the line — that I was number eight!

The blood of embarrassment rushed to my face as I hastily stepped forward. “Sorry,” I said sheepishly, feeling even more self-conscious.

The Assistant rolled her eyes and placed her finger to her ear once more and listened again.

I picked at the skin of my fingers — a bad habit — and glanced shyly and more than a little warily — at the other females, who seemed confident with whatever was going on here.

I had no idea what was happening.

The other females in the back row straightened their backs and seemed as confident as ever, if a little put out.

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