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He slept fitfully that night, guilt and frustration rioting within his dreams. Things he wanted to do played out in his mind, sadistic pleasure combined with the satisfaction from total control.

But behind that creeped shadow. Power corrupted his psyche and made itself manifest in the monsters that haunted his dreaming self. He watched himself, from an outside perspective. Sam observed his indulgent reflection become slowly encircled by the horrors he himself created, till there was nowhere to run. Oh, but the fool didn’t see it. He fucked and used everyone at every opportunity. By the end of it, Sam watched as the man before him wasn’t slaughtered by the surrounding demons.

No, what happened next was so much worse. Sam watched his own deranged face morph, stretch and darken, till he looked so much like the monsters around him. He became one of them, led them to more debauchery, destroyed the world around them without a care… all with a mad smile on his face. Sam’s face, now made into something too grotesque to stomach.

Seeing it unfold in front him, Sam learned that sometimes it’s not the consequences that could terrify a man’s soul. It was the lack of punishment. The reality that nothing mattered and that, in the end, he could really do anything at all with enough power. And Sam could not deny that he most certainly had power now. Enough power to destroy him. Everyone around him too, even the world, all without anyone able to stop him. That was the true nightmare Sam woke up from, sweat drenching his skin and shudders wracking his limbs and chest.

It was still too early in the morning, enough that he knew he should just go back to sleep, but couldn’t. The nightmare was still fresh in his mind, his subconscious making its position quite clear on the consequences of his actions. Or maybe the lack thereof. He certainly didn’t need to be a psychologist to see how guilt was eating away at him, along with a hefty amount of fear. It only took him a moment to call out the book, a pencil in hand as he decided to fix the world he had broken, before it was too late.

So he opened the book to the first page to scan for the reason for his internal anguish.

Women in a lesbian relationship must have sex with their partner’s closest male relative (if readily available), in order to make a child together and contribute to the gene pool.

His own handwriting mocked him as he noticed how rushed it looked. He’d been insane to write that, absolutely insane. And selfish. And cruel. And, and… oh.

“Oh god… no. Nonononono–” he whispered to himself in the near dark as he looked in abject horror at the monstrous thing he had created.

It was such a little thing, under normal circumstances. Something that usually only caused the slightest of inconveniences in the grand scheme of things. Except, just this once, using a pen instead of a pencil would change the world… forever.

There were the words, written in dark ink, permanently marring the page with his sin. A page that could not be torn apart or burned, because he’d already written in the same pen for the book to be indestructible.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” Sam swore aloud what was currently on repeat in his head. He couldn’t change this. Almost everything that was most damning was written with a fucking pen, because he’d been in too much of a horny rush to think that MAYBE, just maybe, you shouldn’t make reality-warping laws without having some way to change your mind. Because he was a moron, an absolute, witless, gutless, selfish IDIOT!

Sam honestly didn’t know how much time he’d wasted looking on at his work while mentally eviscerating his past self’s actions. However, he did eventually have to let it go. It was done. God did hurt to admit that, but he would have to live with that knowledge.

So, he couldn’t quite so easily fix his mistake at the source. What mattered then was mitigating the damage his choices had done. Thinking about it, the biggest one was the strain his eagerness had put on the relationship he had with his sister. So, chief among his priorities was how to make his sister not hate his guts for what he had done and what he would continue to do for the next month.

“We’ll, in for a penny, in for a pound Samuel.” He said as he began writing again in the book. Was it stupid to continue using this cursed thing? Oh most definitely it was stupid. But… he was, in the end, still a selfish man. Since he couldn’t do the right thing anymore, the next best was all he had.

New rule: When a man is impregnating a woman in a lesbian relationship, any sort of sex is allowed without judgement, as long as it has been verbally agreed upon between the man and woman having sex.

New rule: Lesbians can’t lie to their partner while they are getting impregnated.

That last one was specifically to keep Bree from lying to his sister about the bet they had made. The bet that he had won, that allowed him to have sex however and whenever he wanted with her. The former rule would make it… easier for his sister to deal with the next month. It was also convenient, because now Bree couldn’t lie about him hurting her either. He’d made sure of that not happening. It was the only solution he could think of to get some control back after everything. He wouldn’t **** his powers again, because he couldn’t afford to go back anymore. The only thing he could do was to make the best of his situation.

He went back to bed with a guilty erection, thoughts swirling around not so fantastical fantasies of tomorrow. Sure, Sam was ashamed of his own libido, but he decided he could at least imagine abusing his rules in his mind, since he would no longer allow himself to do so in reality.

He imagined waking up to Bree firmly sitting on his lap, dick lodged inside her as she tried to wring him dry. She would look disgusted doing it, but unable to keep herself from feeling delectably good at the same time. Then he’d give her the first filling of the day and she would fall apart on top of him.

He fantasized about doing it again in the kitchen, taking her from behind as breakfast was cooking. This time, however, he wouldn’t give what she wanted. After pounding her endlessly, enough to turn her legs to jelly, he would pull out and make her swallow his cock. Then he’d fill her stomach with his seed, giving her a titanic orgasm on top of her breakfast. He’d made sure that she would squirt when his semen entered any part of her, so it would count. The best part? He would still have one more raw insemination left and two more loads in the tank. She’d be mad, sure, but that wouldn’t stop him. Maybe he’d take her ass if she got mouthy before fucking her into his mattress later that night, to give her that last load where it belonged. Then he could rinse and repeat that process every day.

It was a good enough fantasy to imagine. More than likely they were all he would have while he did something considerably more tame and boring. Oh, he’d still get to fuck Bree regardless, but it wouldn’t be the same.

Before nodding off to sleep again, Sam let out a small chuckle at that. Trying to be a better person sucked…