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Mathilda groans, walking into her house and tosses her keys on the table by the front door. She kicks off her shoes and walks into the kitchen to grab a cold drink from the fridge. Her chestnut hair was tied neatly in a bun before she lets it down and cracks open the soda. Her mind's in such a drowsy fog. All the work piling up on her desk has her feeling like the rewards aren't worth the additional responsibilities. She takes another sip and looks out of her living room window. “Maybe he can help."

She grabs her phone from her purse and dials a number written on a small note that's been shuffling around in her purse for a few days. The line rings three times before someone answers. “Hey, Crystal, it's Mathilda. Can you send Elliot over to my place? I want to try that mediation exercise you told me about. Yeah, that one. Thanks." She hangs up and heads up to her room for a hot shower. It's well deserves after the day she's had.

Sometime later, Elliot knocks on the backdoor, having to go around the back alleys has its perks, the idea dragons aren't allowed to be seen in public allows them the chance to plant the seeds for change. He runs his finger under his collar, it made his caramel-colored scales itch. “I can't wait to finally be rid of it." He clams up when the door opens up and Mathilda welcomes him with a confused glance. She didn't expect him to be so short. She stands at an even 6' but he only came up to her chest. He smiles and bows to her, as it's the rule. “Hello, Miss Mathilda. My owner said you want to try my mediation exercise?"

Mathilda “Uh, yes but before we do, are you a child or a dwarf?"

Elliot. “Neither, I'm just a small guy." He takes out his ID to prove his age. Mathilda looks it over and shrugs it off seeing he is an adult. Mathilda gives him his ID back and welcomes him inside. He looks around to an idea of her tastes and interest, though it wasn't easy with her home being another modern copy of the rest. Bland, boring and uninspired. He sighs and follows Mathilda to the living room where she invites him to have a seat across from her. “Thank you." He claps his hands together. “alright, so any questions before we start?"

Mathilda. “Yes, how does this work?"

Elliot. “It's a trust exercise. I'll ask you for permission to help guide you for a small thought process. With some key words, I can help you ease into a relaxed state of being."

Mathilda. “Okay, I'm not sure I get it but I'm open to try." She sits up in a proper position with her hands on her knees. “So do I say something in particular?"

Elliot shakes his head. “Not at all. I just need you to say you agree to follow my lead."

Mathilda. “Okay, I agree to follow your lead."

Elliot feels the power of his tongue come to life. He grins and speaks in a metallic voice. “Thank you, this has three simple rules. First: your mind never lies to you, it'll always tell you the truth. Second: the more you listen to your thoughts, the more you'll trust me. And third: Your mind will always repeat what I say, every word. In short, these three rules make you into who and what I say." Mathilda opens her mouth to question them but Elliot stops her. “You can't question it. It doesn't matter when they're your thoughts."

Mathilda. “Huh, it makes sense."

Elliot. “Good, now let's begin the process. Focus on you feel, your exhaustion and frustration. I think a nap is in order to help you recover from a hard day's work. Let your tiredness wash over you and fall asleep in the chair. Completely numb to what happens while you're sleeping." Mathilda feels it as the sensation begins in her toes and slowly climbs up her legs. Her mind tries to struggle against it but Elliot's voice leaves weighs down any sense of self. She leans back in the chair and slowly drifts into a dreamless sleep.

Elliot stands up, inching over to her and gently grabs her breasts. His cock creeps down his pants leg. The soft mound of ample flesh has him drooling and rubbing his cock through his pants. “Yes, just relax and let nothing bother you. You work all day and need a break. There's no reason you should be dragged away from a warm spot. Even when I'm grabbing these huge fucking tits." Mathilda grunts in agreement as she rolls over on her side, pulling her breast away from him. He nods and searches for her phone, finding it on her nightstand. He pulls a flash drive from his pocket and inserts it into the charge port. The screen comes to life, unlocking the phone and sending all the data to his. “There we go." He catches a text from someone named Tom. He opens it and reads.

Hey, just wanted to let you know I'll be over soon with those papers for the merger.

Elliot. “Fuck," he curses quietly and takes the phone to Mathilda and waked her up long enough to have her reply to the text.

Mathilda. Hey, can you just slide it through my mailbox? I'm laying down for a nap.

Tom. Sure, thing! You need it after the meeting. The boss is such an asshole.

Mathilda. Yeah, but its whatever. Thanks for bringing them to me.

Tom. Np! Elliot takes the phone and lets her fall back asleep. He can't risk letting Tom find him here. He sits down and quietly thinks of a plan while she slept.

He digs around in her phone. Mathilda is divorced, single, and her daughter away using his owner's library. “We got both the mom and daughter? Nice." He searches for any clues of anyone house living in the house. The search proves that the father moved out. Good, this means he has all day. A sudden slap from the front door makes him jump. He makes his way back to the living room and sees a massive folder. Tom came by. Elliot waits for a few minutes before he moves to the window and checks for anyone outside. He's careful to remain hidden, it saved his ass for now.

He looks at Mathilda and smiles. ""lrig't, Mathilda. I want you to start waking up. As you come to, you'll be open to any suggestion I make." His cock was getting hard again, pushing against his pant leg. Her soft moans sound like a melody of ignorant bliss triggering something in his brain. He freezes at the heightened excitement. She sits up and rubs her eyes, her brain swishes around in her skull. She focuses on him and scoffs at the sight of his dick.

Mathilda. “What is this? Are you some kind of creep?"

Elliot smiles and waves it off. “No, just a young man who finds you beautifully aged. A mature woman who deserves to be loved worshipped and doted on by someone with a big cock." He drops his pants and waves his cock at her. “To show my love by letting you enjoy my body." Mathila blinks, feeling the sudden breaks in her brain, and goes in a new direction. Her lips curl up in a smug grin as she leans back on her chair.

Mathilda. “Yeah'" she feels a new flame in her belly. Seeing this monster of a dick on such a small man? It's rare and here he is to offer himself up. “So you really think I am attractive?"

Elliot nods. “Yes, I do." He comes over and touches his cock on her chest. “You'd look even better if you suck me off first."

She looks at the head and gives him a concerned expression.

Mathilda. “I've never done this before." She takes his cock in her hand and licks the head, her stomach turns a bit from the taste. She goes to give up but Elliot's words wrench away control again.

Elliot. “You can learn, I can show you how to work it and play with it." He places a hand on the back of her head and pushes the tip into her mouth, already pushing her jaw to the limit. “Yes, you look gorgeous with a massive cock between your delicious lips, tasting it and savoring the flavor. Soon, you'll be able to make me cum in your mouth." She looks at him shocked. “Oh, yeah, you'll grow to be a cum slut. Take it however I tell you. I can paint your face with it and make you swallow my load." He pulls away and slaps her with his rod. “Now, hold out your tongue." She does so and watches him jerking himself off. Her eyes see his stomach clenching up as he builds up a load for her. “Ooh, yes. Show me your tits. Those massive milkers you grew out when you had your baby. You're proud of them, and you want to show them off when you can. Come on, let me see those mommy mounds." She smiles and giggles, opening her shirt and pulling her bra under them. Her breasts have a natural sag to them and stay in a nice round shape, like tear drops. “Oooh, fuck yes. You want me to cum on them."

Mathilda's mind was a mess, her feelings toward his behavior were conflicted both wanting him to shower her with his seed and the other demanding she stop. Something about this keeps her focused on his throbbing rod. "Undress for me, let me admire that wonder body. What's that? Aren't you too old? My lady, you're a woman who deserves to be an idol of beauty and maturity. You can make me a man."

He moves away and gestures at her clothes. "Lose them, toss them away. Its shameful to hide yourself from those who'd jump at a chance to make love with you." Now her pride overrides her common sense. Stripping it all away and revealing an aged but well kept figure. It makes him throb more, wanting to bury himself deep inside her pussy. "Yes, tell me you want another baby. Your womb has been empty for too long."

Mathilda's mind shifts again, the words digging into the walls of her skull. “Yeah, I need to have another baby." She came over and grasps his cock, kneeling on the floor and licking the length from base to tip. “Please, tell me you want to have a baby with me." Her chest is heaving with her short and frantic breaths. Elliot reaches out and gently grabs her chin.

Elliot. “Now, now. Rushing the gift might ruin the moment my cum fills your womb." He leads her down to his sack and tells her to inhale his scent. “You cannot rush a man, much like we cannot rush the baby's growth inside your belly." She moans, shivering as her lungs burn from his potent musk. She nods and sucks on his balls, licking them wildly with her tongue. She tells herself he's right, they need to enjoy the moment to build up the second his seed finds her egg. It'll feel so much better if they love each other willingly. “Now then, let's take this in a new direction." He stands up, towering over her and resting his cock on her face. “Another rule you should follow is that I am the one who decides if you get any sex from me. Your sex drive will push you to bug me for more but patients can make it even better when I come at a time I choose."

The words have her dancing on her "nees' inhaling his scent and letting it fill her burning lungs. How did he have such an effect on her? It's a question she needs to ask but she doesn't care. She wraps her warm lips around his sack, juggling his balls with her tongue and slathering his shaft with a slick coating of spit before taking it into her mouth. Memories of her youth come back, guiding her and leading her to pleasure him properly.

She was a wild girl in high school and college. The days when boys line up to have a minute of her time, its what helped her control them when she needed something. Now, her body is begging to have that same attention again, lovingly sucking on the dragon's cock and gagging it on when he asks. Mathilda is losing herself in this moment, tiptoeing the edge into the abyss of pure lust. Then she dives in, letting the waters drag her down as the woman pushes Elliot back in the chair and slides her pussy down over his cock. Yes, she misses this feeling, a hard throbbing dick filling her up and stirring around her insides. She giggles and begins bouncing on him, wanting him deeper inside. Elliot grins and grabs her hips. Yes, he's gonna make her drain his balls.

Elliot. “That's it, Mathilda, milk me for me every drop."

Her moans echo off the walls while Elliot watches her breasts bounce with a youthful vigor she hasn't felt in years. His cock kisses her cervix and sends lightning through her body, passionate flames eating away at her core and leaving her a moaning mess. She leans forward and drives her hips down on him. Neither of them notices that his balls are glowing and swelling. It didn't take long for him to feel it. His body is now being empowered by a new wave of stamina. The sudden drive to let his instincts take over and push him to breed this woman. A deep growl rumbles in his chest as he wraps his arms around her hips and begins ramming into her. She screams out in pure passion, begging and pleading to be knocked up by this youngster. To become a mother again, to raise a new life like before. She misses being a mother. “Yes, Yes, fuck a baby into me!" He rolls her over on her back, pins her knees to her shoulders and continues fucking her wildly. Elliot couldn't believe this is happening, his mind is clear as day but he feels something pulling him to the very goal he set for himself. Now, this raises more questions about their powers. He needs to tell the others soon.

Elliot groans when he finally explodes, his fertile seed floods her womb and leaves the woman panting and moaning on top of him. He's enjoying a brief moment of bliss shoved into her cleavage. He smiles and moves her away, trails of his spunk drip from her aching pussy. “That was perfect. Now let's see how much further we can go." He takes her to the bedroom and sends a message to Iclia and Morgan. Details about his experience that leave him a bit confused. They're back at home relaxing in the living room while Morgan takes it all down in his notes and turns to Iclia.

Morgan. “Have you noticed anything like that?"

Iclia. “Not in the same way he experiences it but I do think it's possible. Keep an eye on yourself the next time you find us a new pet."

Morgan. “Got it." Another day and they learn more about their collective powers. More questions and fewer answers. What is driving them and why?