A "Quiet" Night In Ch. 05

Matt woke up alone, in Marissa's room. Recalling what had happened the night before, he moved to grab his clothes when the door opened. He relaxed when he saw it was Marissa, carrying a tray of food. Once she'd set it down on her desk, he got up and held her from behind.

"Good morning," he purred, holding her against his chest, his tail stroking her calves. "Did you sleep ok?"

"I slept great," she told him. "Hungry?"

"Famished," he replied, rubbing his morning wood against her butt.

"Oh god," she gasped, holding onto the edge of the desk, spreading her legs for him. "Please...I need you, Matt."

He growled in response, slipping inside her. The weird extension under his cock head didn't engage this time, but he could care less. It didn't take very long to make her cum and after giving her four orgasms, he came when she bit his hand, his barb engaging.

While waiting to separate, Matt reached over to the tray of food, pulled a piece of fruit from the bowl and fed it to her. She tried to reach for a piece to feed him, but he stopped her.

"I don't want to eat until you are full," he told her, feeding her another piece of fruit. "You need to make sure to eat well. I told you I would take care of you, didn't I?"

She sighed softly, allowing him to feed her until she couldn't eat anymore. Pulling out of her, Matt sat and finished what was left on the tray.

"Your parents didn't say anything about all this food?" he asked.

"They left already," she replied, sitting on the edge of her bed.

As he drained his glass of orange juice, he noticed that she couldn't stop fidgeting. Her scent told him she was highly aroused.

"Are you ok, Marissa?" he asked.

"I ache," she moaned. "Please...I need more."

Nodding, he jumped on top of her, giving her what she wanted. Purring, he bit her as she came, Marissa doing the same to him and making him come hard. When he was able to disengage from her, he quickly got dressed.

"It might be easier on you if I'm not here," he told her. "I'll call you later, ok?"

"Ok," she said. "I'll talk to you later."

Blowing her a kiss, he jumped out the window, flying off for home. When he arrived, his mom ran out to meet him.

"Where the hell have you been?!" she shouted at him. "I called the Minnix girls this morning and they told me that you'd left them a note saying you were coming home. I've been worried sick."

"I'm sorry. I was coming home when I caught the scent of another girl. I ended up spending the night at Marissa Thompson's. She's pregnant with my child now."

"How could you know that?" she asked, looking at him curiously.

"I could smell it. And something really weird happened when I made love to her. When I was butting up against her cervix, something extended from under the head of my cock, spraying her cervix with something really warm. It loosened and when I pushed into her womb, it flooded her womb with that liquid. Then when I came inside her, I felt a barb extend from the base of my penis and hook in her, holding me deep. After I pulled out, I could smell that I'd impregnated her."

"Your father said something about there being a chance of some slight mutations after you become sexually active due to your changing hormone levels. Maybe the liquid from that extension is like a bonding agent for your sperm and a female's egg. If that's the case, it's very possible that now you're guaranteed to get a girl pregnant when she's ovulating."

"Perhaps we could test your theory," he purred, the urge rearing its head, pulling his mother closer to his body.

He kissed her passionately, picking her up and running into the house with her. Getting her into his room and dumping her on the bed, he got in between her legs and shoved himself deep inside her. She moaned, tilting her hips up to him. The extension under his cock head engaged, spreading its potent fluid on her cervix. It slowly softened, allowing him to push into her womb. Once it was totally coated, he started hammering into her, lost in his pleasure.

"Jesus, Matt...ohhh," she whined, wrapping her legs around his waist. His tail flickered over her legs and feet.

Growling, Matt made one last lunge, making her come hard. She bit down on one of his nipples, causing his barb to engage and come. He let out a roar as his mother's scent changed. She was impregnated. Finally spent, Matt lied down on top of her, his breathing slowing as he waited for his barb to disengage.

He looked into his mother's eyes, a little worried that he might have hurt her. She was smiling, looking content. Part of him was just as content. The other part of him wanted to cry. Tears stung the corners of his eyes. His mother reached up and wiped the tears away.

"Are you ok, sweetheart?" she asked, brushing his hair back.

"Part of me feels terrible about all this," he answered. "I feel like I'm taking advantage of the girls, taking advantage of you. The other part of me...is content, proud of myself for getting Marissa and you pregnant."

"Which feels right to you, Matthew?" she asked him softly. "Whatever feels right to you, don't deny it. You've been so miserable, trying your hardest to fit in around town in a way that, no offense, is impossible for you. This...I've never seen you so relaxed or happy."

"Giving in to the urges...letting instinct take over...ever since we were together that first time, it felt good. It did feel right. I've noticed the weight's been lifted off my shoulders. Thank you, mother. I promise that no matter what happens, I will protect you and the other girls. I won't let anything happen to any of you."

Slipping out, he laid down beside her, cuddling her close. He purred softly as she dozed off, absently stroking her stomach. Some time later, the phone rang. He turned and grabbed it off the receiver.

"Hello?" he asked quietly.

"Hi, it's Marissa," Marissa replied. "You make it home ok?"

"Yeah. Thanks for calling. How are you feeling? And what time is it?"

"Better. I feel a little aroused, but it's not as bad as before. It's about four in the afternoon. I hate to ask, but...could I stay with you?"

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I've been feeling a little ill," she began, "They saw you leaving this morning and they could smell the sex. My parents want me out now. I'm scared."

"It's ok, Marissa. Do you have some of your things together?"

"Yes."

"I'm coming to get you, ok? Just stay calm."

"Ok, Matt. See you soon."

Hanging up the phone, Matt got out of bed and dressed quickly. His mother woke up and turned to look at him.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I've got to go get Marissa. Her parents found out I spent the night they want her out of the house. Is it ok if she stays here?"

"Of course she can. Hurry back, though." She stretched lazily, posing for him. "I'm hungry for you."

A soft growl boiled out of his throat, taking every shred of will-power he had to turn away and walk out of the house. Once outside, he took flight, heading straight for Marissa's place. When he arrived, he found Marissa sitting on the front porch, a small suitcase and two boxes next to her. Seeing that she was upset, he held her, comforting her. Hearing footsteps, he looked up to see her parents standing there, and they weren't happy.

"Get out of here," her father snarled.

"And be thankful that we don't kill you," her mother added, spitting in their direction.

Without taking his eyes off them, he hands Marissa the suitcase, it being the lightest and takes both boxes under his arms. They turned and walked away. Hearing Marissa sniffling, he wrapped his tail around her waist, pulling her a little closer to him.

"It's going to be alright," he murmured. "Now I know what you go through. Matthew...I'm sorry for the way I've treated you all these years. It wasn't fair to you, but I was too stupid to see that."

"It's ok," he told her, giving her a little smile, "I forgave you and everyone else in this town a long time ago. It never paid to be angry at everybody. I've been more lonely than anything really."

The rest of their walk was quiet, Matt stroking up Marissa's spine with his tail from time to time. When they got back to his house, he led her inside and into one of the spare rooms on the ground floor.

"Bathroom is right across the hall," he told her, setting the boxes on the bed. "Are you hungry or need anything?"

"No, thank you. I'll probably just nap for a while," she replied. "I feel so tired."

"Just let me know if you need anything at all," he said, stepping up to her and kissing her softly. "My room is down in the basement. Most of the rooms in the house, including this one, has an intercom. You can use it to get a hold of me when I'm down there so you don't have to walk down those rickety steps."

He gave her a brief hug, kissing her forehead before stepping back and leaving her alone. When he got back down into his room, he was tackled to the floor by his mother. Jamming her tongue into his mouth, she tore his pants open, palming his cock and stroking it until it was painfully hard.

He let out a groan as he felt her slam down on him, enveloping his cock into her tight, hot sheath. She snarled like an animal as she bucked up and down on his erection, tearing open his shirt and clawing at his chest. The slight sting of the scratches made him hiss with pleasure. He thrust into her hard, coming as her nails dug into his sides, drawing blood, making her go over the edge a minute later.

"What was with that, mom?" he panted, holding her close, waiting for the barb to let go.

"I'm sorry, honey," she sighed. "I needed you. Do the scratches hurt much?"

"They sting a little, but they're probably healed over already," he told her. "But from now on, please don't jump me."

"Alright. But it'll be hard not to. I crave you baby."

*Man, if the others are going to be like this, my dick's going to fall off," he thought. "I don't know if I can take much more. Maybe there's a way around it...*

When he was able to separate from his mother, he took her upstairs and set her in her bed to nap. Changing his clothes, he quietly walked into the study and got out his dad's research notes He needed to know what was going on with him. He poured over them for an hour, finally finding what he was looking for.

****March 14, 1995

My son Matthew's latest physical has shown some interesting developments. Results of his latest blood and DNA tests show that there are some unknown gene sequences. Reconstructing them digitally and running some simulations, my colleagues and I believe that there could be some mutation once Matthew enters puberty and becomes sexually active.

It's a given that when he becomes more sexually mature, he will become aroused by the scent of a woman close to ovulating. He will be unable to lose an erection until he mates with whatever female's scent he's exposed to for an extended period of time. Our theories on his possible mutations:

*A barb forming at the base of his penis, locking him in place upon orgasm.

*A form of extension or secondary barb either from the head of the penis or the sides of the penis.

*A secretion that will soften/loosen the cervix muscles and act as a glue in the womb to catch and hold the female's egg and soften the egg's shell enough to guarantee pregnancy, regardless if any contraceptive is used.

*Emission of pheromones that will not only speed up ovulation in a female during her menstrual cycle, but also attract females and make them crave intercourse from him or other males.

There are other possibilities outlined in Dr. Cosos' journals, but these seem to be the most likely options.

With these subtle differences in his DNA, it's entirely plausible that the gestation period of any children he sires will be significantly shorter than a pure human pregnancy. Matthew was born after five months, fully developed and an excellent weight and length. Chances are good that his children will be born between a month and a half to five months. To be certain of this, the female that becomes pregnant with his first child will need to be studied closely.****

"Great," he sighed, finding his dad's rolodex.

Flipping through it, he found the numbers he was looking for. The first number was disconnected. The second number went through.

"Dr. Martin Jefferies, how may I help you?" a male asked over the line, sounding bored.

"Hi, I don't know if you remember me...I'm Matthew Riley," he replied.

"Daniel's boy...yeah, I remember you. You're what...eighteen now, right?

"Yes. Um...I kind of need your help."

"Something wrong?"

"Well...it's quite a story. You got the time?"

"I'm on lunch. Start talking."

Matt explained everything, Jefferies listening intently. When he was done, Martin was quiet for a while.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" Martin chuckled. "When did they conceive?"

"Marissa did the other night," he answered, "My mother just this morning. I...I could smell it on him."

"Are there any others?"

"There might be three others. I've got to check."

"I'll be out there by tomorrow. I hope your mother doesn't mind me staying with you guys."

"I don't think she'll mind. My dad's theories about me were pretty much right. I take it you're single?"

"Yep."

"Can you still stand at attention, if you know what I mean?"

"Oh yes."

"Good. Because if my dad was correct about the pheromones I give off, then both of these women are going to be very horny for the next few months or so."

"Sounds like fun. See you tomorrow."

"Later Martin."

After hanging up with him, he went out into the living room. Hearing pots and pans moving in the kitchen, he stood in the doorway. His mother was starting dinner.

"Feel better now?" he asked.

She turned and smiled. "Much better; I still ache for you, but it's not bad enough to keep me in bed."

"Good. I'm going to go check on Marissa."

"I'll let you know when dinner's ready," she called after him.

Arriving at her door, he knocked softly. When she didn't answer, he opened the door. She was sleeping peacefully on her side, wearing nothing. He went inside and stretched out behind her, kissing her neck. She yawned, turning to face him, opening her eyes slowly and looking up at him.

"Feel better now?" he purred, tucking her hair back.

"Mmm...yes. And Matt...I'm a little sore from earlier, so can we skip the sex?"

"I just came to check on you, Marissa. I'm kind of tired myself. My mom's making dinner and it'll be done soon. And a family friend's coming to live with us for a while. He worked with my dad and knows about me and you and mom's condition. He's going to help us out. I'd love to stay and just lay here with you, but I've got to go see Elena and a couple other girls, see if they're going to need his help too. I'll be back soon."

"See you later," she said, kissing his cheek before getting up and heading across the hall. Getting up off the bed, Matt left the house and headed out for Elena's. When he got there and she answered the door, she didn't look too happy.

"What were you doing with Marissa?" she asked as he followed her into her living room.

"I slept with her. She's at my house now," he answered.

"Does she mean more to you than I do?" Elena asked him, a look of hurt on her face.

"No. She's living with me right now because she is pregnant with my baby and her parents kicked her out. If she would've stayed, they would have made her get an abortion. I wasn't about to let that happen. And she's changed. She's not the same person we used to know." He smiled and held his arms open to her. "Come here, beautiful."

Tearing up, Elena stepped into him, holding onto him tightly. He brought his wings around them both, nuzzling the top of her head. He smiled into her hair when he recognized the change in her scent.

"Mmm...looks like you're in the same boat as Marissa," he whispered in her ear, his tail running up the back of her leg.

"You sound damn proud of yourself," she chuckled, playfully swatting his butt.

He laughed in a short burst. "Are you still mad?"

"A little," she replied, reaching between them to squeeze his stiffening cock. "But I've got an idea on how you can make it up to me."

"Elena!" he heard Sam whine from upstairs. "Quit hogging Matt and get up here!"

"We'll be there in a minute," he called up.

He looked down at Elena. "What are those two doing here?"

"I thought I'd get to know them. They're pretty fun. You should've been here earlier."

"I'm sorry I wasn't. But we can make up for lost time, can't we?"

"You bet your cute ass we can," Elena purred, taking hold of his hand and pulling him toward the stairs.

He allowed her to lead him up to her room, the door still closed. Before she led him inside, he stopped her, pulling her against him again. Making her look up at him, he brushed her hair back.

"When you're not feeling so aroused, would you like to have dinner with me? It'll be just the two of us. There's a very nice Italian place in the next town over that doesn't mind serving me in a private room," he asked her.

"I'd love to, Matthew," she replied.

Giving her another smile, he kissed her before opening the door and going in the room, Sam and Beth naked and ready on the big bed. He could sense that they too, were pregnant.

"You girls ready for a good time?" he purred as he stripped.