THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
His cock hardened painfully, untouched, throbbing with forced arousal.
“Fertility cocktail,” she explained calmly. “Amplified libido. Heightened sperm production. Enhanced genetic markers. You’ll produce viable, superior offspring for months. And I will be the one to harvest them.”
Alex thrashed against the bonds.
“You’re insane.”
“No,” she said, standing. “I’m visionary.”
She stripped again—slowly this time, letting him see the body that had trained monsters like Damian. Elegant. Athletic. Scarred in places that spoke of old rituals and older power struggles. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him.