THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
Damian the real one grabbed him, pulling their bodies together in the weightless space.
“Fight it,” he growled, voice strained. “It’s a trap. Your father’s final game. The artifact… it’s keyed to us. To our desires. To break us.”
But the wave hit again.
Stronger.
Alex’s vision fractured.
He saw himself on his knees in front of both Damian and his father sucking them both, collared, chained, used. He saw Damian on his knees for once, submitting while Alex fucked him, the power reversed. He saw an orgy bodies entwined, all versions of their past lovers and enemies watching, joining, worshipping.