It was a quiet and cosy afternoon in the hamlet of Gildenstern, and young Flizin, a crimson lizard, had experienced what he would best describe as a 'rather peachy day'. 

Like most boys who lived in the little village, his days were full of fun and adventure with very few actual responsibilities to keep him busy. He'd spent the morning playing with his friends in the centre of town before adjourning to the creek in the nearby woods-- it was relatively safe from wolves or other monsters thanks to how close the river was to the edges of the forest, and it was used often by the grown-ups to collect water for the village-- before he'd come back by the early afternoon, joining his friends for lunch. They stopped by the local bakery and used what little coins they had to acquire a loaf and some newly innovative 'spread' that served as a more filling lunch than they could ever hope for. They'd laughed, they'd played, and eventually it was time to go home. Young Flizin couldn't ask for better friends or even a better way to spend his days. He was too naive to understand he should cherish each one just yet.

But it was going home he was eager to do the most, aware that his father was waiting for him. He quickly made his way through the village, which was mostly a series of winding paths that all led to the heart, where they had a massive pit for celebration dances. On one particular path, roughly halfway down, was Flizin's home with his father-- he couldn't even remember his mother, and according to his dad, she'd died when he was born. The thought of her had never played on his mind, since his father was all that he needed, but he was most certainly an outlier in the village compared to others. Most of the grown-ups always seemed to have sympathy for his father, which partly made Flizin love him more; he put in so much work just to keep him fed. As he reached the house, he didn't even knock, turning the handle and letting himself inside.

The interior was quiet. The front door of their home led into a short, narrow hallway that honestly would be a safety risk if there were ever a fire, but there was never a chance of it. On his right through a narrow doorway was the kitchen, where he expected his father to be...but as he approached, he found it empty, with not even food cooking on the fire. A frown crossed his features before he heard a scuffle and shift towards the back of the house, almost too faint for him to make out. He returned to the hallway and slowly made his way down, moving further and further towards the back of the house where, on his left, sat his bedroom, with his father's room directly opposite. It was there that he heard the sounds that he'd picked up on before. The lizard grimaced, his maw pursing into a thin line as his eye-ridges furrowed, and with a brief hesitation, he stepped forward, approaching the door. His tail swished nervously before him, his sandals scraping slightly against the floor as he pressed a hand to the doorknob. It was so easy to subtly twist it without making a sound, but one has to wonder why he was being quiet in his own home. As the door swung open, the reasoning for that became clear.

Across the room, spread-eagled on the bed, is Flizin's father, Renford. Like him, he has that same rich tone of crimson scales, but their major difference is Flizin's inheritance of his mother's horns, that sat small and underdeveloped atop his head. Being a farmhand, his father is bulkier in all the right places yet still decidedly slim due to their lower-class lifestyle...and the only reason Flizin knew how slim his father was was because of his naked form atop the bed, one hand delved to his crotch and the other around his chest. Between his legs was a prominent male slit, and protruding from it, albeit covered by a jerking hand, was a slender and exotically ridged cock, with a bulbous knot that the man's hand occasionally glided over, stroking as his breathing remained a quick and heavy pace. He had no idea that his son was watching, and that was mostly on account of the fact his eyes were closed, and he was far too focused on his pleasure, mumbling words under his breath.

"Father?" Flizin announced himself quietly, but his dad's response was explosive. He jolted upright, sitting up, and his hand moved from a stroking position into something more palm-down, pressing onto his cock in an attempt to hide every inch of it. His eyes snapped open and looked straight to the door, where he stared his son right in the eyes. There was an obvious mix of fear, excitement and surprise in his gaze, and despite recognising his son, he didn't adjust his posture-- he was terrified that his son had walked in on him. Flizin was surprised too...but he was also intrigued. His father was attractive, in a conventional sort of way, and he was around the age to be curious-- what 11-year-old didn't wasn't?

"F-Fliz, what--" He began, stammering a little over his words. "I...I wasn't expecting you back until later."

"Um, it is later, dad," Flizin pointed out, and Renford looked over to the window, quietly swearing under his breath when he realised how late it was. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just, uh..." The adult lizard didn't know how to respond. The boy understood why, but that didn't mean he wasn't still curious. He suppressed the smile that threatened to play upon his small lips and slowly stepped forward the back, watching as his father scrambled to sit a bit more upright, clearly concerned the more his son got closer. He opened his mouth to say something then paused, clamping his maw shut, and Flizin moved towards the side of the bed, placing a hand on the edge of it so that his fingers brushed across the coarse linen of the straw mattress. It was clear his father was nervous...but Flizin had a few things in mind, as an inquisitive young cub.

He reached his hand up, sliding it across the bed towards his father's leg, but he instead pressed his hand down further and pulled himself up onto the bed, causing his father to shuffle to give him some space. He clambered around the older reptile's ankles, moving into a position between them, before he started more or less moving up his father's body. Renford tensed up and moved his other hand towards his crotch, awkwardly holding himself as his son swung his legs over to a point where he was effectively sitting on his father's stomach.

Unlike the larger reptile, he was fully clothed, but he wouldn't be for long; with his father's wide eyes upon him, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, shimmying it past his stomach and chest, and then upwards, his arms lifted up so that he could slip it past his head and toss it to the side, where it fell into a heap on the floor amongst his father's own clothes. He had a pretty slim figure just like the other reptile, his scales an almost identical shade of crimson, albeit a little lighter. He wriggled his hips, rolling them around on that flat-ish stomach, before he reached down to start working down his pants as he shifted his legs, dragging them forwards to plant his feet against the bed so that he could lift his behind, reaching back to undo the button that kept his pants hooked around his tail before slipping them down, passing them over his rump. He watched his father's expression grow more and more shocked the more his dominant son undressed, and with some effort and adjustment, Flizin managed to slip one leg out of his pants so that he could remove them entirely, kicking them off his left leg whilst settling himself down, or at least attempting to-- his father's arms still sat under him, too scared to pull his hands away.

Flizin pinned his father with a stare, his eyes lidding over slightly. He leant forward and muttered something under his breath, something only the two of them could hear, and his father trembled at the words, clamping his maw shut before he could say anything he might regret. Flizin's hands lowered and pressed to his father's forearms, giving him slow, encouraging squeezes that, after a few moments, coaxed the man into relinquishing his grip. He withdrew them, albeit with a little bit of apprehension, and his arms slid out from under his son's lithe and tender body, bringing them up towards his chest instead. With a smirk, Flizin shuffled backwards, and after a few moments, he could feel the throbbing, twitching heat of his father's turgid cock.

Rubbing against it was easy, and that would have been enough for his father, given the way he groaned his approval and tried to keep himself still as the young reptile rolled his hips down and smeared his cheeks up against that length, but Flizin desired so much more. With a subtle shift, he leant back and reached behind him, fumbling around until he could touch and grasp the heat of that cock with one hand, wrangling it into pointing directly upwards. His father hissed, squirming subtly beneath his son but trying his best not to move around, apprehensive with his cock in his boy's grip. The 11-year-old squeezed from the tip down to the base, feeling around every inch of that member, unable to really take a good look at it in his squatting position...but he didn't need to. With some adjustment, he lifted his behind even further, tail swishing playfully as he angled and manoeuvred that member, pointing it somewhere up towards his body.

"Son--" His father went to speak, to say anything, but his words were cut short by a groan as Flizin unceremoniously pushed down, pressing until he could feel the tip of that turgid Lizardman dick sliding somewhere beneath his flat little slit, towards another hole. To Renford, it was taut and supple, and surprisingly malleable; Flizin's little ass stretched to accept the tip as if it were a natural at taking his cock, and with a grunt Flizin slipped down an inch or two, stuffing that member into his hole. His father reached up to attempt to hold onto his son, but with his free hand, Flizin batted him away, pushing them back down to the man's chest. His father grunted some kind of protest, his maw and expression warped in a mixture of frustration and pure anxiety as his son wriggled, his own face a contrasting opposite to his father; he was smirking, eyes twinkling with mischief and desire.

With a grunt, a shift and a quiet, boyish sigh, Flizing started to lower himself down further, his body quivering and trembling with the exertion of having to squat his slender legs. That member, at least a good 6 or 7 inches in length if one didn't count that thick knot and exotic ridges, stuffed and pressed deeper into the taut entrance of that young hole, but there was little to no resistance as the boy bowed, his muscles clenching and flexing as his cheeks spread further with his lewd position until, with a sharp exhale from his father's maw, the boy's ass bumped down against that thick, bulbous knot. Renford's gaze flicked down to delight in the front-facing sight of his son's spread crotch, and it was clear how much the young cub wanted it-- from within that tiny little side between his legs, there was a slowly growing pinkish tip that twitched and grew more stiff and long over time.

Flizin quietly and shakily sighed as he withdrew his hand from his father's member, certain it wouldn't slip out. He brought his arm forward and the other followed suit as he leaned his body closer towards his dad's body, putting his hands palm-first against the other's chest...or at least he tried to, though his father's hands were in the way. He settled to holding his father's wrists down with his own small hands whilst also using him as purchase. Renford stared up at him, his once wide eyes now slightly lidded, but his clamped maw and occasional half-groan, half-whimper made it clear he was still a little nervous, yet well and truly dominated by his daring boy. Flizin said nothing; no quiet warning, no teasing tone, not even a murmur of pleasure. Instead, all he did was start to lift his behind, filling the air with the wet, lubed-up slick sounds of that cock withdrawing out of him.

Those delightful ridges along his father's cock certainly worked wonders in his tight behind, and his inner walls flexed instinctively from the pleasurable sensations that spread across his body just from lifting himself up. He listened to his father's hissing noises, heard the thumps of his thick tail against the bed, and Flizin responded by pushing his ass back down, swiftly and sharply meeting his ring to that knot with a sharp, semi-wet slap. Renford sucked in a breath and visibly tensed underneath Flizin's trembling body, and the boy couldn't help but groan, his eyes rolling up as his body clenched up and his toes curled against the bedsheets. He struggled to hold his composure for a moment before he lifted himself up again, beginning to move into a relatively slow rhythm of rising and falling. Each was as 'rough' as the first if one could even call it that-- the rise of his young hips was delicate and measured, as if he were relishing every little inch pulling out of him, but the plunge down was gravity doing most of the work in bringing his ass crashing down onto that swollen knot. That bulbous base squished between Renford's own body and the boy's hole, threatening to stretch the tautness of his hole outwards to accept it, and from Renford's sharp huffs, it was clear he wanted to tie, in the end. Flizin didn't know if he'd let that happen.

Flizin could feel his father's wrists trying to wriggle out from under his hands, and he pressed, to accentuate how much he wanted him to keep still as the reptile slowly started to pick up the pace, pulling up just a little faster whilst keeping those sudden drops and the brief moment of reprieve thereafter mostly the same. Somewhere inside the boy's body, his father's cock rubbed and pressed delightfully against a sensitive spot, and it was that very sensation that forced Flizin to pause in his movements every so often, for it sent sickening spikes of ecstasy through his body. All the while, he listened and paid close attention to his father's huffing breaths, his occasional gasps and the intensity of his moans. When he did occasionally look down at his father's face, he could see the man's gaze was glued not only to his bent legs and stretched hole, but the cub's now turgid and fully erect dick, barely 4 inches in length yet twitching madly with each bounce of his hips, as knotted and exotic as his father's own length.

The young boy was sure that, even though his father's cock felt like heaven, he wasn't going to cum from it-- he couldn't say the same for Renford, however, who was beginning to breathe heavier, sighing harshly under his breath as he tried to push a little up against his son's ass whenever Flizin bowed down and met ass to knot. His eagerness was obvious, and so was the intention, but Flizin always had a way of tugging up slightly whenever he felt his father pushing up just a bit too much, as if to deter him. The reptile's frustration was obvious, his brief snarls and groans vocal and loud, even if he attempted to restrain them. Flizin huffed under his breath with the exertion of continuing the bounce, but he didn't have to do it for long.

"P-Please...!" His father practically begged, his teeth gritted as he shuffled his legs, heels dragging against the bedsheets as he tried to push up against his son's ass, wanting to slip that knot inside. Young Flizin all but denied him, and after a few moments he watched as his father rolled his head back and shuddered, groaning and tensing his muscles up as the base of his cock swelled and inflated, pulsing madly with need. All of a sudden, his body abruptly relaxed, but his teeth remained gritted as he breathed harshly through them, making sucking and hissing breaths as Flizin felt the rush of warmth shoot up into his body. He hummed, rolling his hips as he pressed down to tease his father's knot and provide it with some much-desired pleasure.

His father grunted, wanting to push deeper, desperate to sink in, but his son was rather intelligent at making sure he didn't press down too much. The pressure swelled and spread across Flizin's stomach area, tingles of pleasure pressing and shooting up his spine as he quivered and sighed with bliss, his little dick twitching up and down. His father couldn't help but squirm, even if only a little, riding out his obvious orgasm as he pumped every aching drop into his son's behind, whilst at the same time Flizin clenched, milking him with his squeezing inner walls.

The young lizardman hovered there for a moment, his knees shaking with the exertion of his squatted position as he rode out the pleasure of that twitching dick for as long as he could, closing his eyes to relish the sensations. He could feel his father trying to work his hands out from under his grip, no doubt wanting to touch him, to squeeze his young, supple body as some sort of appreciation, but Flizin didn't allow him, wanting to keep up that domineering bravado. With a shudder, he lifted his body up, sucking in a breath and tensing his muscles as he tugged and pulled, until he eventually slid off his father's member entirely-- the cock flopped down toward the man's chest, limp and steadily shrinking as the adult's unsatisfied knot began to slowly but steadily deflate. Flizin strained for a moment, feeling cum seeping from his hole, before he shuffled his feet back and leant backwards, withdrawing his hands so he could use them for balance as he moved his body. He flopped down onto his behind between his father's spread legs, his own stretched out on either side of that larger frame.

"Fliz--" His father went to speak, but the young reptile merely held up a hand to silence him, and the adult clamped his maw shut. For a moment the two of them sat in silence, neither one saying anything about what had just happened. For Renford, it was no doubt a harrowing and shocking experience, but to Flizin, he was merely calculating his next move. He shifted and lifted his legs, tucking them back inwards as he pulled himself back up onto his knees, his gaze pointed not at his father's face but down his body towards his crotch-- in the time they'd been sitting and recuperating, his father's cock had shrank almost entirely, until barely even a tip poked out from the flat folds of his slit, his hole hidden beneath. Flizin scooted forwards as his father's legs instinctively spread to accept him, and the man visibly tensed as the boy's body drew closer, his stiff little dick still hard and out in the open.

"Wait..." His father began, but it was too late; by the time he understood what the boy intended to do, Flizin was already lining himself up.

With a hiss, the young reptile pressed forwards, the tapering little tip of his cock nudging and smearing up and down that moist adult slit for a moment before he abruptly pushed, with a measured pressure that made it clear he'd fucked male slits before, at least to Renford. His tip pressed down just below the middle section of the slit and he pushed-- despite the tightness that the entrance appeared to have, it easily stretched to accommodate him, and he slipped inside with very little effort. The inside of it was warm and moist with his father's own fluids, and it made his entry slippery and quick, his knot hilting to his rather's slit in just a single thrust. He settled there for a moment, exhaling slowly through his nostrils, before his gaze snapped up to Renford's face. The adult's maw was pressed shut, and Flizin was sure his scales could blush, if they had the ability.

Without another word, Flizin slid back, withdrawing for a moment and slipping half of his 4-inch dick out of that hole before he pushed forwards again, thrusting down until his knot bumped with that entrance. His father's body clenched up for barely a fraction of a second, his innards throbbing in a way that his own cock might, before he settled down again-- it wasn't a wince, but a spasm of pleasure, of that Flizin was sure...his father's short and quiet huff more or less confirmed it. With that, Flizin slipped into a moderate pace that rapidly quickened over time, his hips kneading at first, rolling and pressing with purpose, before he started to thrust with more boyish, laboured recklessness, his hips bouncing down against his father's body as the sounds of their forbidden, incestuous sex became wet and slick. Each time his knot pressed and probed against that entrance, it was accentuated by a little squelch, a reminder of how wet it all was, and how much pressure young Flizin was applying.

Flizin's rhythm inevitably became quick and plentiful as his breath came out in sharp, laboured pants. His body was initially upright, hands hooked to the back of his father's thighs, but over time he shifted and changed position, leaning further forward and putting his hands onto the bed on either side of his father, bowing his head as he started to buck with a more animalistic frenzy, something more befitting a 'man'. Renford didn't dare to reach out and touch him, but he did make his embarrassed approval known with the occasional grunt and a quiet, lust-powered moan here and there. The sounds of their sex became wetter and wetter as the 11-year-old's huffing breaths grew more fervent, making it clear he wasn't going to last much longer.

After a handful of moments, with a sudden grunt and jerk, Flizin tugged back and pushed with all the force he could muster, crying out with pleasure as his knot kissed his father's male slit, pushing and pressing until, with an intoxicating squelch, it slipped inside. Renford gasped in surprise and his innards instinctively clenched, milking that knot as Flizin's cock twitched and throbbed against this father's own, stick inside that entrance. A sigh escaped the cub's maw as his member pulsed, spurting tiny little dribbles of fluid right into his father's hole, squirting and sinking barely even that deep, but more than enough to coat his father's cock, and make those insides sticky with cum. A handful of spurts followed the first, each twitch sending delightful sparks of pleasure across Flizin's body, in a way that made his entire frame collapse onto Renford's stomach, too exhausted to move much more.

As the feeling of his orgasm faded, the inevitable elephant in the room reared its ugly head. Flizin could tell in the way his father was peculiarly silent, in the way he uncomfortably shifted beneath Flizin's flopped form, that he wanted to speak. As he shuffled, his innards pressed and gripped around the boy's knot, tugging on it in a way that made him sigh with pleasure, but Renford barely reacted.

"Son..." Renford began awkwardly. "We should...we should talk about this."

Flizin lazily raised his head, shifting his hands from the bed to his father's stomach, and that skinny belly caved inwards slightly as the cub used it as purchase when he rose, moving into a mostly knelt position. He looked straight at his father's face, watching as his maw twisted with discomfort, perhaps even shame.

"So it's the same as last time." Flizin mumbled, almost wistfully, and Renford frowned, confused.

"What do you..." He began, but trailed off as the boy's hand raised, moving to his forehead. His father tilted his head, wondering if his son wanted to cup his cheek or do something romantic, but his eyes widened when the boy's palm pressed to his forehead and he curled his fingers out, pressing each digit along his smooth, scaly head.

Flizin jerked his hand, and Renford's eyes became glassy and foggy, swirling with a mysterious force. The 11-year-old jerked again, and Renford's head wobbled, leaning forward into his palm.

"You don't remember the last hour." Flizin spoke plainly, but his voice reverberated with power. Heat spread from his chest and along his arm to his fingers, and beneath his palm came a flash of light, not enough to blind anyone but distinctly noticeable. Renford's head swung backwards and Flizin withdrew his hand, watching as his father slumped back onto the bed, his eyes shut. Atop his head with a swirling purple sigil that, after a few moments, began to fade.

Flizin knew he'd wake up in a couple of hours...plenty of time for his knot to deflate and withdraw. He'd used his power on his father again...but the results were ultimately the same; his dad wouldn't remember, but he'd still have some lingering thought of it-- why else would he be so receptive?

No one knew he had this power, the ability to alter or even completely erase someone's memories-- he remembered the first day he used it, when he accidentally hurt a friend's younger brother with a stick and became so scared of the consequences that he begged the boy not to talk about it, wording it specifically as 'you don't remember what happened'. His words came true, somehow, and over time Flizing experimented with it more...he was intoxicated by the power of it. He didn't want to do bad things, far from it, but his hormonal body couldn't stop him from just...trying different things. First, it was his childhood friends; the power gave him the confidence to ask for things he wouldn't normally. They'd shared each other's bodies, and shown each other off, but he'd become afraid of what people might think if they found out. He made him forget...but Flizin didn't. It only spiralled out of control from there. He tried it on most, often boys-- the baker, the mayor, and inevitably his dad. The details didn't matter.

All Flizin knew was that he was probably going to do it again.