THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
“The terms are hidden until the pact is sealed. That is the nature of power. You will understand when it is done.”
A circle of blue light formed around them on the rooftop. The Architect raised its hands, tentacles of light wrapping around their bodies—gentle at first, then insistent. One thick appendage slid between Alex’s legs, teasing his slick hole before pushing inside, stretching him open alongside the child’s influence. Alex gasped, back arching, the pleasure divine and overwhelming. Another tentacle wrapped around Damian’s cock, stroking with perfect pressure while a third pushed into his mouth, fucking it slowly.
The pact ritual began.