Sleep wasn't easy on Greg; he was quite worried about complications that could arise with Paul's healing. The combination of this worrying and the sleep that his body had pressed on him he didn't notice the flash of red, or the large figure looming over him.<br/><br/>He was made aware very quickly when he felt the clawed hands grip his hips forcing his behind in the air. In, what would be the only moment of gentleness, the hands worked his pants off.  His mind screamed, telling him to crawl away, to kick his assailant away, but he knew what was happening and why he couldn't do those things.  Tears welled in his eyes as he felt a clawed foot grip his head in between its talons forcing his head to stay down, pinning him in place. Its arms grabbed his hands so he wouldn't try to reach his belt and call out Adrian, who had been responsible for spoiling this for him twice in the past. Greg's mind flashed to when he was younger as he felt the hot, dry, head poke at his ass. He knew Ariana would sleep through it, having known that Horace wouldn't kill him and remembered that Greg stopped her the one time she had tried to protect him. Greg looked over at the heart machine near the bed noticing that Paul's rhythm was a bit off as he felt its cock enter him. It stretched him so quickly that he cried out. The sound he made was that of a wanting woman, rather than the scared little boy he felt like. He cursed himself for that sound. He hated that it sounded like his voice was edging it on. It showed no mercy on him, its thrusts plowing and retreating his ass mercilessly.  He could slowly feel the member start to coat his inside making the process more bearable but still, painful none the less. After ten minutes of what seemed like hours of thrusting he felt the thing stop. He braced himself for the very hot liquid that would soon poor into his ass knowing that the end was the worst part of it all. He didn't notice the further betrayal of his body as his own hardness pressed against his clothing. However it didn't come, with in a flash Greg felt himself being pulled by an unknown force and the grip on his head by the talon foot went away. Greg hadn't notice that Adrian had popped out of his ball like Horace did, and Horace most likely hadn't accounted for that either. Greg watched as the semen coated the floor. Horace turned away kicking its ball towards Greg, signaling that it was finished.<br/><br/>Greg recalled the thing, still shaken up. His brain screamed at him to smash the ball, to throw it into a corner and forget it. He couldn't do that though he needed the Horace's strength. He felt Adrian's comforting arm wrap around him although he recalled the Gardevoir too, wanting human contact. That was the thought that went through his brain, find someone he knew just so he wouldn't be alone. As irrational as it was Greg recalled Ariana and deposited the egg in the PC box. When he saw the egg he remembered Rina, the only person he knew around here, he would go to her and hope she would let him speak.  So he made his way to the hotel she said she would be staying at not realizing what he would be walking into.<br/>