A powerful seed

They gasp, and look at each other. There seemed to be no immediate symptoms... that was something at least.

"So... what did we just drink?" Roger asks with trepidation.

"Master Sebastian Carmine's seed," the butler responds without emotion.

Becky clutches her stomach, a wave of nausea rolling over her. Roger, who was way ahead of her in that department, vomits immediately onto the floor.

"That will do you no good, I must say. The seed has already spread into your system."

"Spread?" Becky asks worriedly. "What is it going to do to us?"

The butler folds his arms behind his back. "The seed of the maior patruus will attach itself to your ovum and spermatozoa, and begin transforming them to suit its needs. In twenty-four hours, the preparations shall be complete, and the sperm must be introduced to the egg within the hour in order to conceive Master Carmine's heir and bring the power of the patruus back into this world."

Becky closes her eyes and waves her hands palm-out in front of her, shaking her head. "Whoa whoa, let me get this straight. You're saying that this time tomorrow, Roger will need to impregnate me?"

"Correct. I urge you not to do so any earlier. A malformed patruus is, well, unpleasant."

He gestures to the bodies around the room. Becky looks at them with concern. Roger looks too, and promptly vomits again.

Becky looks back to the butler with a **** expression. "But we've no interest in children..."

"I wouldn't recommend leaving the seed ununited either. Were you to hold just half the power of the patruus within you for more than twenty-five hours, it may try to take what it needs from your body instead, in a most horrendous fashion."

Roger looks up to her from his slumped position. "Sounds like we don't really have much choice..."

"I'm compelled to point out that that isn't strictly true, Sir Carmine. You could choose to expel the seed from your body at any point. Of course, to do so would be to doom your wife. It was most important that you both consume the seed at the same time, after all."

"Great," Becky sighs, hanging her head. "As if a murderous magical ninja butler wasn't bad enough, he's also sexist."

"I am simply following the final orders of my patruus, I assure you." He bows. "Now, please allow me to show you to your bedroom. Your bags have already been sent up ahead of you."

The couple follow the butler out of the room in an empty daze, holding each other quietly. By the time they snap out of it, they've already made their way upstairs to the enormous bedroom they'll be staying in. Their bags are indeed stacked neatly in the corner.

Becky flops down on the bed, feeling utterly drained. "What're we supposed to do now...?"

"I don't know..." Roger whimpers quietly.