[AMalePregnancyWorld]

The drug pulsed through Steve's body, culminating into a deep, warm feeling deep in his abdomen right beneath his navel. But since he had no reason to suspect anything from his drink, he figured it was a mixture of the beer and being insanely mad. He sat silently on the bed, trying to comprehend everything that the prince was telling him, instead of jumping up and straight up strangling Emory. "Okay. So let me try and understand all this. You kidnap me and drag me out here to knock me up? I'm a guy though, it's impossible. And even if it wasn't doesn't mean I would.   And secondly if I did, you're telling me you'd make me a king? Just for carrying a couple of your babies?" He asked. The idea didn't seem to terrible if the prince wasn't totally batshit-insane. Carry a bastard for the Prince and anything he could ever want was his for his taking. He could even "deal" with the prince after this whole ordeal was over, if he wanted and go home. This might be the ticket out of here.