"Shit… shit… shit…"
Alex stumbled back, his eyes locked on the jogger.
Her body was perfect.
Tight, toned, and glistening with sweat. Her skin flushed from the run, her breathing heavy as she stretched near the path.
And those fucking yoga pants…
They hugged her curves too well.
Twitch.
"Fuck…"
Alex gritted his teeth, trying to look away.
Don't stare.
Don't think about it.
Just walk away.
Twitch.
But his cock had other plans.
It throbbed painfully, pressing against his jeans, hard as steel.
The scent of her sweat… her heat…
It was driving him insane.
"Stop…" Alex muttered under his breath, his fingers digging into his palm.
"Just… turn around…"
But his body wouldn't move.
His eyes stayed locked on her.
"Walk away… WALK AWAY!"
But his feet felt glued to the ground.
Twitch.
[Warning: Host's cognitive control is deteriorating.]
"Fuck…"
Alex squeezed his eyes shut, breathing through his teeth.
"I'm not… losing control…"
But the Omnitrix had other ideas.
[Biological pressure at 82%. Instinctual override approaching critical threshold.]
"82%?!"
His heart pounded.
"How the fuck did it get that high?!"
[Failure to release reproductive energy will result in complete loss of host control.]
"Fuck… no… not yet…"
Alex clenched his jaw, fighting the urge.
But it was getting harder.
The heat in his gut was boiling.
His cock throbbed with every heartbeat, begging for release.
"I can't… keep this up…"
"Just breathe… focus…"
Alex forced his eyes to the ground, avoiding the jogger.
"Think of something else… anything else…"
But it was useless.
The images kept flashing in his mind.
Her bent over. Naked. Sweat dripping down her skin. Her moans filling the air as he took her… over… and over…
"FUCK!"
Alex slammed his fist against the tree, his breathing ragged.
"Stop… stop…"
But the Omnitrix wasn't stopping.
[Biological pressure at 85%.]
"Goddamn it…"
He could feel it—
His control slipping.
The heat was burning through his veins. His instincts were screaming at him.
"Breed. Claim. Mate."
Twitch.
"Shit…"
Alex's cock throbbed painfully, and he was leaking so much precum that his jeans were damp.
"If I don't… get off…"
But he couldn't.
Not here.
Not in the middle of Central Park.
"Fuck…"
[Host integrity approaching critical limits.]
[90%.]
"…No…"
[95%.]
"FUCK!"
Alex's head pounded.
His vision blurred.
The heat was consuming him.
And then—
[Instinctual Override Imminent.]
Alex's eyes snapped open.
A wave of raw lust slammed into him, making his knees buckle.
"No… not yet…"
But it was too late.
The instincts were taking over.
"Just one release…"
That's what the Omnitrix whispered in the back of his mind.
"Just let it out… and everything will be fine…"
But Alex knew better.
One release wasn't going to stop this.
Not when the Omnitrix was programmed to breed until the mission was complete.
And that wasn't going to happen with just one round.
"Fucking hell…"
Alex gritted his teeth, his body shaking.
"If I lose control now… it's over."
But his body wasn't listening anymore.
Twitch.
The jogger stretched again, bending forward to touch her toes—
And Alex nearly lost it.
"Fuck… stop…"
His cock twitched so hard that it hurt.
His jeans were soaked.
And his mind was this close to snapping.
"One more push… and I'm done…"
[97%.]
"Fuuuuck…"
Alex was sweating, his body burning up.
"I… I can't…"
[99%.]
"Not… yet…"
Twitch.
[99.5%.]
Alex's vision blurred.
The heat was consuming him.
And then—
[100%.]
[Instinctual Override Engaged.]
"FUUUCK!"
Alex's eyes snapped open, but they weren't his own anymore.
His vision was hazy, tinted with red.
And all he could think about—
Was mating.