~~~~~~Present Day~~~~~~ Samaul’s grasp on his memories slipped away as he felt his balls clench and his cock throb inside the young mouth of the little bunny Girl Scout that had been sucking him off as per his orders. She coughed and gagged on the cum that splattered in her mouth, pulling off his dick halfway through so the remnants landed on her face. She sat back, her big ears down and limp as she held a hand to her mouth and coughed. Sitting up a little, he lightly pounded on her back until she calmed down. “Salty!” she gasped, “Sticky too.” Her blue eyes took in the cum that had escaped her mouth onto her hand before reflexively swallowing the traces in her mouth. She was so cute, looking all curious but also innocently alarmed by the gooey substance. Breathing a sigh of relief, feeling a little better now that his aching balls had nutted at least once after this ridiculous two week dry spell, Samaul petted her head lightly. “You should take your panties off and give them to me,” he ordered softly, watching as time slowed and the lighting dimmed as that blood red twenty sided dice rolled inside his head and the robotic feminine voice spoke to him. Convince Ability Initiated… Dice Roll Commencing… 12! Roll Successful! “Okay,” came the instant reply from the young bunny as she stood up and reached under her green Girl Scout’s skirt, pulling down her blue stripped panties and carefully removing them passed her shoes. When she handed them to him, he used the small scrap of cloth to wipe his cock off first then her hand and her face. She wrinkled her nose as he did but she didn’t voice a complaint. Afterwards, he stuffed her panties into the pocket of his hoodie and said to her, “You should go home and forget all about meeting me and what we did here.” Convince Ability Initiated… Dice Roll Commencing… 14! Roll Successful! “Okay, mister!” she replied as if he’d told her what the weather was like in Alaska. As she started to grab her stuff, he took the first aid kit for himself then watched as she left the alley. With a sigh, he stuffed his cock- which hadn’t softened at all- back into his ripped jeans and stood. The first aid kit joined her panties in the front pocket of his hoodie and he left the alley after lifting his hood over his head. It took over three hours for him to make his way to a motel on the outskirts of town and it was there that he would stay the night. When he walked in, the front desk clerk was watching the news on a small television and Samaul could overhear the news report. “Local Samaul Loxus who is 20 years of age and roughly six feet tall, one hundred and forty-five pounds is wanted for questioning by police for his involvement in what police chef O’Harren is quoted to describe as ‘The Worst Act of Terrorism in the History of Glendale County’. If you have any information leading to his apprehension, please call XXX-XXXX.” Samaul grimaced at that and when the front desk clerk looked to him, Samaul instantly spoke, “You shall give me a free room for the night then as soon as I leave the room, you will forget that I was ever here.” The lights flickered and there was a rumbling in the background as his power kicked in, his head instantly feeling like it was about to split, hot tears running down his cheeks as he struggled to stay standing while a black six sided dice with burning numbers rolled. Domination Ability Activated… Dice Roll Commencing… 2! Roll Successful! “Yes, Master,” came the honey badger’s response, his eyes glazed as he did as he was told. Instantly the pressure in his head lifted, leaving Samaul panting heavily as he shambled over to the counter, took the keys, filled the name Julian Monroe onto the registry, then turned and left the office. As soon as he was gone, the honey badger blinked his eyes and went back to watching the news, the whole event erased from his mind… In his room, Samaul closed and locked the door behind him before sliding down and resting his back against it, clutching at his head as he sobbed, the consequences for using his forbidden power washing over him as it did every time. Intense guilt, sorrow, and hatred of himself wracked him until exactly one hour later, it all vanished as if it had never been. Immediately he sat up straighter and took a shaky breath as his orange-gold eyes looked around the motel room. When he stood, he was trembling and feeling very drained as he walked to the window and closed first the slat blinds then the curtains before turning the heater on. It was fucking cold in here and he almost didn’t take his clothes off, but he had to clean up. Stripping, he used clothes hangers already present in the closet to hang up his hoodie, t-shirt and pants. He wasn’t wearing boxers and his socks were fine, so he put them on the counter along with the first aid kit and the Girl Scout’s panties. By the time he finished with his hot shower and came out, the room was toasty warm, so he turned the heater down and stood naked before the closet where his clothes were hung. “You should repair yourself for me,” he said, gazing at his hoodie. Convince Ability Initiated… Dice Roll Commencing… 13! Roll Successful! He watched as the tears in his 100% cotton hoodie slowly fixed themselves, leaving it fully repaired, though it was still dirty. At least it was black so it didn’t show the blood he’d spilled on it from the beating he’d gotten. Speaking off, he sighed as he turned his gaze to the mirror, staring himself right in the eye, “You should heal from your wounds.” Convince Ability Initiated… Dice Roll Commencing… 3! Special Condition Activated! Guaranteed Success! Roll Successful! Closing his eyes, Samaul listened to the voice that he could only assume was his ancestor’s. He didn’t know how far back the man had been, but his voice held a comforting tone to it that was like a grandfather talking to his grandchild. Maybe it was his grandfather’s? Who knew? The book probably did. With a sigh, Samaul opened his eyes to gaze at himself. His busted lip was healed and the discolorations on his face, ribs, arms and legs were gone. That damn book. If only he could find it again. It hadn’t just been his father’s journal. It had been… ~~~~~~Six Years Ago~~~~~~ Samaul awoke with a start when his mother opened the door to his room the next day, blinking as he sat up to look at her. “Get up, lazy bones! It’s nearly afternoon and Miss Granger next door wants you to help her clean up her apartment,” his mother first scolded then informed him. “Okay, okay. I’m getting up,” he replied as he sat up, feeling drowsy, his gaze finally landing on the woman that was his mother. He blinked repeatedly as he saw what she was wearing. A thin, wispy black baby doll that did little to hide anything from his view. His jaw dropped obviously and she gave a small giggle. “Like it huh? I found it yesterday while cleaning and figured I’d wear it today. Found my silk robe too, otherwise Miss Granger would have gotten an eyeful of the goods,” she told him teasingly. She ran her hands down from the tops of her breasts, slowly down her sides to where her hips would be before lightly grasping the bottom hem of the baby doll. She raised it just a little but not enough to expose the black lips of her pussy. “I’d forgotten how comfy it is,” she whispered to him, giving him a sultry look before laughing softly and turning away from him. Her golden and yellow scales sparkled in the light coming from the window and her D cup breasts swayed a little under the thin fabric of her baby doll as she slithered away. ‘What the hell had brought this on?’ he thought to himself as he climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans, forgoing boxers. As he tugged on a shirt, he recalled that he Had told her to wear what she was most comfortable in while in the apartment… so maybe as she grew closer to him, she became comfortable wearing more revealing things? Thinking about this, he left his bedroom and walked into the living room sporting a healthy erection. “Can I have a cup of cof-“ his words were cut off as his mother slithered over to him and handed him a steaming cup of joe, doctored to his liking. “Oh. Thanks mom,” he said with a happy smile and she grinned at him before curling up on the couch. He joined her and she leaned against him, resting her bald head on his shoulder. “You’re being awfully adorable today,” he teased and she stuck her tongue out at him before slapping his chest. “What? I’m guessing you slept well?” he asked and her cheeks flushed a little, discoloring the scales there as her emerald snake eyes looked away. “Oh yeah. Really well,” she told him, fidgeting a little. Curious, he nearly used his ability to make her tell him why she looked so embarrassed, but eventually decided against it. It wasn’t right to use his power on her for every tiny little thing. “Hurry up and drink your coffee so you can help Miss Granger!” she scolded him and he sighed as he took a sip of the coffee. It was exactly to his liking, like no shit exactly. He nearly choked on it, he was so surprised, coughing as she sat up and thumped him on the back until he could breathe again. “Was it that bad?” she asked, concerned and he shook his head. “No, of course not. It’s perfect and that’s what startled me,” he told her honestly and she smiled, beaming with pride. “I’m your mother, duffass. Of course I’d know how you like your coffee,” she told him but he was slightly unsettled by that. Though she’d made coffee for him in the past, she had never doctored it for him. She’d always let him do it himself, so he was suspicious now as to why she had. “You normally have me doctor it myself, so I was surprised is all,” he told her before lifting his coffee cup to his lips again, his eyes locked on the dark outlines of her nipples against the thin fabric of her baby doll. “Well, after rubbing myself off fantastically last night with my cum covered hand and orgasming harder than I have in years, I figured I owed you one,” she told him and laughed mischievously as she thumped his back some more while he nearly choked on his coffee once more. When he could breathe, he looked at her with surprise and disbelief, “You did?” “Oh hell yeah. How could I resist? I was soaked from giving you a hand job and I still had your hot, sticky jizz all over my hand, getting me even hotter from the smell and taste of it,” she told him, wriggling next to him. The scent of her arousal was starting to fill the air between them, noticeable over the smell of his coffee and it was making him ache even more than her words. However, despite how hard he was, his mind was still reeling. She’d changed so much overnight! Was it just because of his commands or had his commands just ignited feelings that were already there? His heart was pounding in his chest as he fought to find words to say in response but none would come out. Seeing his obvious speechlessness, his mother smiled playfully and patted his chest. “Finish your coffee, go help Miss Granger, then we’ll talk more, okay?” she asked and he nodded in response. “I have to run to the store and get groceries, but I’ll probably be home before you get done. Don’t miss me too much,” she told him before she rose up off the couch and slithered her way to her room. He took a gulp of the coffee and set the mug down before following after her but right as he reached her closed door, he heard her call through it, “Don’t you come in here. If you do, I’ll be very angry. Go help Miss Granger.” He knew he could use his power to convince her to let him in, to let him fuck her, to let him fill her and cover her with his jizz, but his conscience kicked in. Miss Granger usually gave him some money for helping her with cleaning her apartment and they needed the money even if it was only twenty bucks. With a sigh, he placed a hand on the door and called through it, “Alright. I’ll be back as soon as I’m done.” With that he stepped away from the door and went to his room, grabbing a pair of socks and his shoes, tugging them on. His keys and wallet went into his pockets and he left the apartment before he took himself back to her room and did her despite the consequences. When he arrived at the old Miss Granger’s apartment, he smiled when she opened the door and ushered him in, in her own slow paced way. While she wasn’t as slow as some Sloths he knew- seeing as she was only half sloth and half koala- she wasn’t exactly an Olympic Sprinter. That’s why she asked him to help her clean every couple of weeks. She just couldn’t get to everything as it piled up, especially when her children and grandchildren came to visit. Seeing all the kids’ toys on the floor, the sink full of dirty dishes and various other things that needed done, he knew her grandkids had visited recently. It took almost four hours to fully clean her apartment, from cleaning up the kid toys, to washing the dishes, to taking the trash out to the dumpster, and other necessary things like dusting, vacuuming, and cleaning the bathroom tiles. When it was finally done, he sighed with a sense of accomplishment and turned to look at the elderly woman as she patted him on the back. “Thank… you… Sam…” she said to him, a full two second pause between each word. “You’re welcome, Miss Granger,” he replied with a smile and watched as she smiled back and turned to her purse on the kitchen counter. She fished out her wallet and as she was going to hand him money, he swallowed. Instantly he found himself between a rock and a hard place. He could see she had a lot more than twenty dollars in her wallet and he knew things were going to be rough until his mother could work again. He was torn but finally he spoke, “You should pay me forty instead of the usual twenty.” Convince Ability Initiated… Dice Roll Commencing… 6! Roll Successful! “Well… You… did… work… harder… than… normal… Okay… Here… you… go…” she said to him in her slow way, handing him two twenties. He felt so guilty taking money from an old lady but… Before he could convince himself to give one twenty back, he hugged her gently and thanked her before leaving to go back to his apartment. When he arrived, his mother was in the kitchen, already starting to prep for dinner. “Hey,” he called to her as he locked the door behind him and walked over. “Hey there,” she replied back, looking over at him. She was only wearing an apron again and that had his full attention. “I’m all done at Miss Granger’s,” he told her and she smiled as she cut up some potatoes. “Whatchu making?” he asked, not even looking at what she was working on. “I learned of a recipe at the grocery store from one of the lady’s working there and figured I’d give it a try. It’s called Stovies. It’s apparently mashed potatoes with corned beef and a little bit of cheese and milk. It’s supposed to be delicious and filling. It’s a Scottish poor man’s dish,” she explained and he found himself nodding along with her words despite not fully listening. He hugged her from behind and he felt her lean back against him. “Looks like someone’s happy to see me,” she commented, obviously feeling his erection against her through his jeans. “As if I wouldn’t be,” he told her softly, nuzzling by her neck until she lightly patted his arm. “Don’t distract me while I have a knife in my hands, Sam,” she warned, and it was the thought of her cutting herself because of him that made him pull back and lean against the counter on the other side of the stove. “Miss Granger said I worked really hard today and gave me forty dollars instead of twenty,” he admitted to his mother and she looked at him with surprise. “Wow! That’s really nice of her. That almost pays for the groceries I got today,” she replied with a happy smile but then she tilted her head to the side, “Oh damn, that’s right. You start school tomorrow don’t you? I guess you can’t see if McHaltin on the second floor could use some help. Maybe I’ll go there myself tomorrow and see if he’s feeling generous.” Her reminding him that his first day of high school started tomorrow had him sighing a little. Why couldn’t it start in a month or so? He’d literally just got into a fantastic situation with his mother and he wanted to explore it more. “Don’t look so crestfallen! It’s high school, not death row!” “Feels like death row,” he grumbled and she just gave a little laugh as she continued to cook. It wasn’t long before they were spooning the potato and meat mixture into bowls and adding shredded cheese and milk then making their way into the living room. When she handed him her bowl, he took it and watched her slither off to her room to change. A happy sigh escaped him as he set her bowl on his lap and started spooning the food in his own bowl into his mouth. It was delicious and fed something primal in him, something every man desired. Meat and potatoes. When she returned, his bowl was half eaten already and she laughed at that, drawing his attention to her. She was once again wearing his father’s old t-shirt and when he asked about the baby doll, she stroked the shirt. “I thought about it but your father’s old shirt still is the most comfortable thing I have to wear,” she told him honestly before sitting beside him. It was at this point that he turned on the TV and found the first thing on that wasn’t boring to watch. He snuggled with her as they ate and when they had finished, he took their bowls into the kitchen and rinsed them out. When he returned to the couch, they snuggled together briefly before he pulled away and stripped down to his jeans, folding his clothes and leaving them in a pile at the foot of the couch. She didn’t protest, seeing as she was comfortable with no matter what he chose to wear. When they snuggled again, he held her closer and whisper by her pointed ear, “You should spend the next two hours naked.” Convince Ability Initiated… Dice Roll Commencing… 2! Roll Failed! “No, I’m fine,” she replied softly, still snuggling against him while his heart stuttered in his chest. Holy shit, he’d failed! He hadn’t been expecting that at all and disappointment filled him briefly before he thought of something else. “You should let me touch you,” he whispered by her ear but the robotic voice didn’t speak, time didn’t slow and the dice didn’t roll. “You are touching me, honey,” she replied, looking at him confused. Clearly he had to be a little more specific if he wanted to command her. But… since his power didn’t kick in, he decided to just try it and see what happened. He slowly slid his hand, which had been resting on her side, gradually up while she gazed into his eyes and he into hers. She didn’t stop him and when his hand slid onto her breast, she gave a little gasp as he squeezed the soft, supple weight. Still gazing into her eyes, he took her right hand and guided it to his erection, letting her feel how hard he was through his jeans. She bit her lower lip as she squeezed his length a little, stroking him through the thick fabric. His hand on her breast massaged and rubbed lightly until he found her hard, thick nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt, pinching lightly and drawing a soft moan from her. At that moan, he released her breast and reached down, taking hold of her shirt’s bottom hem and starting to pull it up but she stopped him with her free hand. “No,” she told him, though her voice was breathless. He blinked a little at that, surprised, but when she didn’t stop stroking him through his pants, he realized what it meant. Because he had failed the command of ‘you should spend the next two hours naked’, she was going to spend the next two hours clothed whether either of them wanted her to be or not. This was further confirmed when he slid his hand under her shirt and she didn’t stop him. Realizing he would just have to live with his failure for now, he slid his hand up and cupped her breast without the shirt between them, causing her to inhale sharply. When he began to massage the supple weight again, she unfastened his pants and fished out his dragon cock, immediately starting to stroke him eagerly. Still gazing into each other’s eyes, he tweaked her nipple a bit, feeling the rubbery texture of it compared to the slightly rough texture of the tiny scales just outside her areola. His cock was aching, and already oozing hot precum which lubed her stroking. He wasn’t sure who leaned in first but suddenly they were kissing and she closed her eyes. Her tongue pushed its way passed his willing lips and began caressing his tongue, letting him feel that hers was forked like a serpent’s. He wasn’t surprised, but rather, he was delighted. She tasted a bit like dinner but under that flavor was one that had him shivering with need and desire. They moaned against each other’s lips as she vigorously stroked his cock and he massaged her breast, but after a few minutes, she reached under her shirt and grabbed his hand, bringing it down to her pussy. A gasp escaped them both as his fingers touched her soaked, blazing hot pussy lips. She urged him to part her folds there and he soon felt a little bud under his middle fingertip, which had her writhing as he rubbed it. His cock was throbbing, his heart racing a mile a minute, but when she pushed his hand lower and forced his middle finger inside her molten hot hole, he lost it. He came hard, shaking and shuddering against her as he spurted his cum all over his stomach, lap and her hand. She sucked on his tongue while he moaned and when she finally pulled back, she took his hand away from her pussy. She turned on the couch until she was fully facing him and she leaned back against the arm of the couch as she held her shirt down with her clean hand. Her messy, cum soaked hand went under her shirt and while he stared at her with fascination, she obviously started playing with her pussy while starting hungrily at him. He couldn’t actually see what she was doing though, because she was holding her shirt down, and he hated at that moment that he had failed his dice roll. The regret was real. Only a moment had passed before she arched her back and dropped her head back, her eyes closing as her mouth gaped in a silent cry. Her hard as diamond nipples pushed against her shirt as she shook and climaxed hard, a moan finally escaping her that was so erotic that he nearly came again. He burned the image of her climaxing into his mind as he watched the shirt grow soaked over wear her hand was rubbing her pussy. Though he didn’t know it, she was squirting from her climax. When she finally went limp, she panted softly and seemed to bask in the afterglow all while he stroked his cock, his hard prick throbbing with need despite how he’d climaxed earlier. Pretty soon she raised her head and leaned one arm on the arm of the couch, opening her eyes to gaze at him. She had this satisfied smile on her black lips that just had him burning for more. She took her hand from under the shirt and raised it to her mouth, slowly licking her juices and his cum from her fingers while gazing at him. The shirt’s wet fabric clung to her cunt, the thankfully white fabric showing off her pussy while still technically hiding it. “Still horny baby?” she asked in a sultry voice and when he nodded, she giggled and leaned down, bringing her head onto his lap. Though her head blocked his voice, he still felt her lick the tip of his cock. He gasped and released his dick willingly as she pushed his hand away. No sooner had he done so than she began to slide her forked tongue up and down and around his hard, young dragon cock. ‘I’m getting a blowjob from my mom!’ appeared the thought in his head but no sooner had she suddenly sucked the first inch of his dick into her mouth than he dropped his head back and came again, too excited to hold back. She tensed a little but he could hear her gulping loudly, swallowing his second load of cum. As he came down from his high, she swallowed the last of his load and returned to lapping at his cock before shifting to licking the old cum off his stomach then sucking what was left out of his jeans. “Mmm…” she hummed as she sat up and licked her lips, “Salty. Delicious,” she whispered to him before winking at him. “Thank you for the snack, Baby.” “Thank… you…” he panted to her, his voice still breathless. “You have an early day tomorrow with school, so go on to bed,” she told him as she sat up fully. “I’m going to take a bath, but I’ll be up for a while yet,” she said with a smile that was just plain filthy. He shivered at the implication and nodded to her as he stood. “Don’t try to sneak into my room tonight,” she warned, “Not tonight.” She was putting up boundaries, despite what she’d just done with him, but because he was afraid of failing another roll, he nodded with agreement. They parted ways and Samaul found himself alone in his room, naked and unable to sleep as he lay on his bed. His whole body was tingling and he didn’t really know why until he remembered what lay under his pillow. Suddenly sitting up, he pulled the book out from under the pillow and gazed at it. It was dark in his room, so he walked over and turned on the light before sitting back down on the bed. Sure enough, the leather bound book was locked by a very old looking metal lock that didn’t appear to have a keyhole. Confused, he stared at it for a second before whispering, “You should unlock.” Convince Ability Initiated… Dice Roll Commencing… 8! Roll Successful! With a tiny click, the lock came undone and fell from the cover onto his lap. He blinked with surprise, realizing his power didn’t just work on people, but on objects too. Filled with joy at this realization, he opened the journal and felt his world shudder at the first words he read. Everything other than the book in his view shook wildly like undergoing an earthquake and the words written there upon the pages burned brightly with ethereal light. In his head, the voices of ten men spoke at once. “You shall read this book unto completion and comprehend its words.” He had no choice. He had to read it. Tears spilled from his eyes as the force behind the words of ten generations of his family thundered in his head. He read the book, the journal, from the very first word until the last because he had no choice. ‘The gift you have been given was passed to you upon the death of your father, and when you die it shall be passed on to your first born son. The gift does not manifest itself until the age of 13 years has been reached. The gift has no limitations but has two different forms. Should and Shall. Convince and Dominate. Convince shall roll a 20 sided dice and the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 shall be known as failures and cause the opposite or near enough to it what you commanded yourself. The numbers 6 through 20 shall be known as successes. Convince only activates when a properly spoken command is issued. The same Convince command cannot be given twice in a row. Dominate shall roll a 6 sided dice and the number 1 shall be known as failure and cause instant and total hatred. Failure to Dominate means no further commands can be given to that individual. Dominate can bend the fabric of reality if used properly but comes with a price. You shall suffer guilt, sorrow and regret for every Dominate you activate, proportionate to the strength of command issued. There are no limits to Dominate, and should a Convince fail, you can Dominate with the same command instead. Special Convince conditions exist, including those known as Guaranteed Success. There are 10 such Guarantees. You shall not write them down. These are your rules: You shall always keep in mind the consequences of your abilities. You shall use Dominate sparingly. You shall never tell anyone of your powers. You shall never let anyone other than the males of your bloodline to read this book. You shall never use your power to extend your life through immortality. You shall have one son. You shall look your son in the eyes and say the command “You shall inherit my power when I die.” Upon reading this book to completion, you shall tear out every page with writing and rewrite everything up to and including this sentence into this book on fresh pages, legibly and add your power to these commands before burning the torn out pages to ash.’ After that, there were pages and pages of notes in his father’s handwriting that held no power to them but still he was compelled to read them. He learned a lot about his father and his father’s experimentation with his power, including the fact that Olivia- Sam’s mother- had been the object of his father’s obsessed affection for nearly five years before he used his power to steal her away from her fiancé and have her fall in love with him. After that note, the entries in the journal became more spaced out with time, and fewer notes were listed, until finally upon the finally page with writing, there was a letter from his father addressed to Samaul. “My son, when you read this, you will be caught in the storm of ten generations of powerful users of our gift. I am sorry. This book and the ‘Gift’ are curses on our family- that is my honest belief- but you may see it differently. I regret it all. Every success, every joy, every accomplishment… even making your mother mine. It has left me so hollow that I can’t stand to see myself in the mirror anymore. Forgive me. When I write this, you’re just a young boy of 8, but your fate is already sealed. Today I will lock this book and hide it among my things then I will go face my end, the end I brought upon myself through years of greed. I plan to use my power one last time, to make it so your mother finds this and gives it to you after you use your power for the first time. I implore you, forsake the gift and earn everything the right way so you don’t die with regrets like I will. I love you, Son. – Maximillian Loxus, 10th generation.”