The forest was silent now.
Even the wind seemed to hold its breath as Mathew stood among the blackened trees, fully transformed. His feathers shimmered with slick iridescence, his monstrous musculature twitching with unspent energy. Each movement rippled through his hybrid form like a living storm—part man, part eagle, all power.
But beneath that power… something deeper stirred.
It started as a warmth in his gut. Then it spread, slow and molten, curling through his loins, his spine, every nerve. Not just hunger for food or air or battle—but lust. Pure, unfiltered, carnal craving. Not just for pleasure—but for dominion. For spread. For legacy.
The mutagen inside him wanted out.
His erection surged, thick and pulsing, black veins glowing faintly down its length, each throb matching his heartbeat. Droplets of the mutagenic seed beaded at the tip, oozing with alien potency. Where it hit the ground, flowers wilted… and then grew back, twisted, thorned, wrong. The earth trembled with new life.
Mathew groaned—a deep, guttural sound that no longer sounded fully human.
“God… it feels… too good…”
He fell to one knee, claws digging into the soil as his body trembled again. Not with pain this time—but with need. The mutagen fed on more than just rage now. It fed on desire. And in surrendering to it, he could feel his power doubling, tripling—muscles surging thicker, wings spreading wider.
The more he gave in, the more unstoppable he became.
Flesh stretched, bones creaked and expanded. His chest heaved out farther, pectorals pushing forward like plated armor, nipples hard and swollen. His abs flexed, chiseled into a wall of living, writhing strength. Even his scent changed—pheromonal waves of desire and dominance poured from him, coating the air like a drug.
He growled low, running a clawed hand down his chest, over his abs, to the thick root of his arousal. The touch was electric. Everywhere he stroked, feathers grew denser, muscles ballooned larger. Each gasp was a chorus of pleasure and mutation. His seed wasn’t just mutagenic—it was amplifying him with every drop.
He wanted to use it. Not just emit it—share it.
Spread it.
Across the valley, Mathew spotted movement. A small team of surveyors—scientists. Human. Naive. Close.
His pupils narrowed to avian slits.
He could smell them. Hear their heartbeats. They would feel him before they even saw him—feel the pull. His mutagen would rewrite them, twist them, elevate them into something greater. But only if he let it. Only if he gave it.
He shivered in anticipation, standing tall, wings twitching.
He wasn’t just a hybrid now.
He was the progenitor.
And the hunger wasn’t going to stop.
Not now.
Not ever.