The aftermath

The two of you lie on the bed, gazing into each other's eyes. By this time the

nameless man, having had enough had stomped out of the room with his clothes

in arms.

The rest of the night, you and Jane spend in each other's arms as you work to plant

your seed as far into Jane as you can. The moans of "yes, yes, fuck me pregnant!"

or "shove your seed in me again!" are heard echoed throughout the hallways, much

to the chagrin of other couples.

With time, you pump enough seed within Jane that her entire womb has become

flooded. There is no hope of escape for her egg, as they become attacked and

slowly fertilized. Jane is now pregnant.

...

The next morning, you are dead. Jane, having left your room hours earlier to

check in with her husband, thanked you for a fun night before heading off back

to her own world. Knowing she was pregnant and carrying your child, (a kink

of hers, you found out later) Jane had no qualms about passing off your child

as her husband's child.

As such, even though you have died, your legacy still lives on with Jane's child.