Scott Evil

Paradigm Shift 52 [mm, sci-fi, mpreg. A/B/O] (Ch 13)

Title: Paradigm Shift
Author: Harper Kingsley
World: ParaShift
Genre: mm sci-fi, mpreg
Rating: mature


Gregor had always thought that the madness would come on like a storm. An uncontrollable rush of hormones and mindlessness, leaving a Third ready to spread their legs and give it all away.

Instead it was an endless wave, washing away at his self-control. It felt as though he was being rewritten and there wasn't anything he could do to stop it.

He cursed his biology and how much power it had over him.

"Please, please, please," he begged. Tears streamed down his face and he'd scratched so fiercely at the door that his fingernails bled.

He could smell on the the other side of the door, sweat and male musk, and his penis throbbed as he humped against the floor.

"Please... I want... please fuck me... I... please." He babbled incoherently as he scratched at the door a last few times before giving up. He thumped his head against the door before slumping down and breathing with his lips against the carpet.

He panted on the floor and listened for what was happening outside. He whined needily when the heavy scent of a male First came close to the door, but then moved away. There was the sound of voices, but he couldn't make out the words.

Gregor whined and rolled on his back. He fumbled at the front of his pants, wincing at the sting of torn fingers against the rough zipper teeth, but he managed to get his pants open.

He wriggled and struggled to finally get his pants down where he could kick them off. He tugged fruitlessly at his long-sleeved shirt, but he was only able to get an arm free before he gave up and focused on getting his undershorts off.

He wrapped his fingers around his penis and thrust up into his hand. He felt momentary disgust at the bulbous head of his penis, but it felt so good when he flicked his thumb over the tip that he shivered and made a breathy, high-pitched sound in the back of his throat.

He panted and tugged, pulling the skin back with every pump of his fist. His hips snapped up as he panted and thrust and finally came with a low cry.

He collapsed on his back and stared up at the ceiling. His body shuddered with the aftershocks of his orgasm and he didn't think about it, just brought his hand to his mouth and licked his palm and all five fingers clean.

His mouth worked at the suddenly unfamiliar taste of his own ejaculate. The smell was earthier too, yet strangely appealing. He glanced down at his chest in surprise, his nipples both hard pebbles.

He brushed his fingers over the bared nipple and a full body shiver went through him. He groaned when he realized he was hard again.

He had a feeling this was going to keep on happening until he got what he needed.

Gregor raised his hand over his head and slapped his knuckles against the door. "Please, someone fuck me. Please. I burn."

Zero had disappeared somewhere. The one time when he would have done some good, and he decided to leave the Duadenora compound. No one else dared to take his place in the mating, so Gregor had been locked in his room.

"He is on his way back," a woman's voice called from the hallway.

Gregor huffed out a breath and pressed his hand against his erection. His legs rubbed together restlessly and he had to struggle against the need to masturbate again. It was too soon. He would only exhaust himself without gaining any satisfaction.