A productive dinner

Vel had been looking forward to dinner, intending to make Jeane’s task a little easier for her with some new suggestions. As soon as everyone sat down, he found Dina’s mind and used fracture. As usual, her brittle membrane cracked beautifully with minimal expenditure of power. I desperately need to prove myself against Vel by beating him in a contest of strength. That sank in with basically no energy expended. It was what she felt already, it just upped the intensity a little. Now to make sure she would accept the reward he intended to demand. I will agree to any reward Vel wants if it means he will agree to another duel. That was rejected. Damn. Perhaps he could both frame it a bit better and tone it down slightly. I will agree to almost any reward Vel wants because I am **** for a chance to redeem myself against him. That did sink in, which was good.

To his surprise, even with the rejection, his reserves had barely been touched. They had grown steadily all this time, but there had been some kind of significant increase all at once since he last used his powers. He had no idea why, but he was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He had done that when his uncle had given him Veldred, but it had just been to tease Kal. His massive reserves meant that he could, now that the key ones were out of the way, easily throw a few more suggestions at Dina for fun. Perhaps he should make sure she would follow through on the wager again. He’d done a good job with that last time but making sure couldn’t hurt. If Vel somehow beats me again it will be even more important that I honor my word as a warrior and follow through on any terms we set. That sank in but took quite a bit more out of him than the earlier ones had, probably because of the lack of framing.

He had an idea about a fun one. Dina had already believed that only strong men were worthy of her, and Vel had previously made suggestions to her about being overpowered and claimed. It was time to build on that. I want a strong man, and only one strong enough to overpower me is worthy of me. Because of that, being beaten, overpowered, pinned, or otherwise bested or restrained turns me on. That sank in with **** ease, some of those things seemed to already be turn-ons for Dina. How delightful. Nothing makes me wetter than being held down, pinned, or restrained by someone stronger than me. Again, easy acceptance. Vel could feel himself growing hard under the table.

He wanted to do one more before switching to his mother and reinforcing the suggestions from this morning. Dina stretched a bit, winching as she did so, no doubt sore from practice. It made those amazing breasts of her jiggle and gave Vel an idea. Vel won access to my breasts in combat and has claim to them. If he touches or gropes them a bit, that is his right and something my warrior’s honor demands I allow and put up with. It worked, Vel had to keep himself from groaning in excitement.

Reluctantly he pulled out of Dina’s mind. His reserves were still plentiful, but he wanted to be damn sure he had enough left to work on his mother and then some. Using fracture on his mother took a lot more than it had to do so on Dina, as expected. The reinforcing went well though and his mother’s mind fully assimilated the ideas that had been implanted only this morning. Vel even felt he had enough in him to add a new suggestion to his mother’s mind. Velas is my favorite child and the most important person in my world, I will prioritize his happiness and wellbeing over anything else. It took a bit of pushing, but it went through. Good.