THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
By the time the sun rose, they lay exhausted on the rug, Damian still buried deep inside Alex, the child now noticeably larger, its tiny tentacles occasionally brushing Damian’s skin through the belly wall in curious, almost affectionate touches.
Damian kissed Alex’s damp forehead, hand gently rubbing the rounded stomach.
“The mutation is stabilizing it,” he whispered. “But it’s changing you. Us. We need the real cure. The lab records mentioned a secondary strain in the old Apex facility outside Lagos. We have to go back.”
Alex nodded weakly, another soft contraction making him moan and clench around Damian.
The child hummed—a low, resonant note that vibrated through both of them.
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