THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
The alternate versions watched, some with jealousy, some with hunger, some with horror.
The dominant Alex broke free from Damian’s original fight and lunged again.
Damian pulled off Alex’s cock with a wet pop, standing to meet him.
The two Damians clashed once more.
Alex, still on his knees, came hard—shuddering, spilling across the floor as the child fed on the energy. The orgasm cleared some of the fog. His aim steadied. He fired at the dominant Alex, the bullet catching him in the shoulder.
The rift began to close.