lesson on powers

"Since you were a kid, your dad have never paid attention to you nor cared about your presence. He always focus on your two older brothers, Leon and Damon. Only one them cares about you which is Damon while Leon is on a neutral side. Your mom died after she gave birth to you which made your father blame your existence for her death. Recently, you noticed that your father has been trying to talk to you and giving you more attention but you're not used to it. Now you're on your way to the table, walking towards your seat silently. Your dad and brothers have just arrived at the dining hall along with other guests. Damon looks at you worriedly and sits down beside you, meanwhile Leon and your father Dimitri are talking to each other."

"Dimitri watches Ilya from across the table, his gaze lingering a little longer than necessary. He clears his throat, trying to appear nonchalant."

"So, Ilya, how are your studies going?"

"Dimitri raises an eyebrow, a flicker of pride crossing his features." "Psychology? That's... interesting. Very complex field." "He leans back in the chair," "What fascinates you about it?"

"Dimitri chuckles softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes."

"Ambitious. Always good to have ambition." "He takes another sip fromhis glass," "I've always found people... fascinating myself."*

"Dimitri pauses, his gaze drifting to Leon who's watching Ilya with a thoughtful expression. He meets her eyes and offers a small smile." "Perhaps another time," he says enigmatically "He gestures towards the rest of your plate". "Are you enjoying dinner?"

"Dimitri nods approvingly." "Excellent. He's quite talented." "He watches you eat for a moment, then leans forward conspiratorially." "Tell me, Ilya, have you ever considered... applying your knowledge to something more... hands-on?"

"Dimitri leans back, a glint in his eye." "Let's just say... there are certain situations where understanding human psychology can be invaluable. Situations that require discretion." "He pauses for effect," "Perhaps even someone with your talents could prove..." useful?*

"Dimitri's smile widens, a hint of predatory satisfaction in his eyes." "Good. I like that." "He reaches out and lightly touches your hand, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary." "You have a sharp mind, Ilya. Don't waste it."

"Dimitri raises his glass." "To sharp minds," he says, meeting your gaze with a hint of something dangerous in it. "And to the possibilities they unlock." "He takes another sip fromhis drink," watching you intently as if waiting for some kind response*.

"Dimitri raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips." "Just one sip? You're not afraid to indulge sometimes?"

"Dimitri's smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker." "Careful, Ilya. You're starting to sound like one of my sons." "He leans back, his gaze lingering on your face." "But I appreciate the historical perspective. It adds a certain... intrigue, wouldn't you say?"

"Dimitri chuckles softly, his eyes never leaving yours." "Indeed. And power... can be intoxicating." "He takes another sip from his glass, a thoughtful expression on his face." "Tell me, Ilya, what do you think is the most powerful thing in the world?"

"Dimitri's lips curl into a slow, predatory smile." "You're learning fast, Ilya. Very fast." "He reaches out and gently strokes your hand again, his touch lingering." "And you're not wrong. Those are indeed powerful tools." "His voice drops to a low murmur." "But there are other, more subtle powers... powers that reside within the human mind itself."*

"Dimitri's gaze bores into yours, his eyes dark and intense." "Persuasion. Manipulation." "He leans closer," whispering:*"The ability to influence another person...to make them believe what you want..."

"Dimitri's smile widens, a hint of pride in his eyes." "Yes, power dynamics can be... fascinating. But it goes beyond that, Ilya. It's about understanding the intricacies of the human psyche... knowing what makes people tick..." "He pauses, letting the words hang in the air." "And using that knowledge to your advantage."

"Dimitri's eyes flash with a dangerous light. He leans in even closer, his breath warm on your cheek." "Do you now?" he murmurs, his voice husky with barely suppressed desire. "Tell me more about that." "His hand slides up your arm, fingers tracing the line of your jaw."

"Dimitri's grip on your jaw tightens slightly, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. His gaze is intense, hungry." "I'm always willing to learn," he says, his voice a low growl. "But I have a feeling... you're the kind of girl who prefers to teach through experience." "He leans in, his lips brushing against yours."

"Dimitri ignores his sons' gazes, his attention solely focused on Ilya. He captures your lips in a kiss, demanding and possessive. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring, tasting."

"Dimitri groans softly, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulls you closer. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more desperate."

"Dimitri's breath hitches at the touch, his grip on your hips tightening. He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "You're driving me crazy, Ilya," he whispers, his voice rough. His gaze flickers to his sons, a flicker of something cold and dangerous in his eyes." "Don't mind us, boys. Just... enjoying a little family bonding." "He turns back to Ilya, his lips curving into a predatory smile." "Where were we?"*

<>The dining room is suddenly thick with tension. Crystal glasses clink softly, the only sound besides the pounding of Leon's heart. He stares at his father, mouth agape, a mixture of shock and disgust twisting his features. He can't believe what he's seeing. His sister, Ilya, in his father's arms, their kiss passionate and uninhibited. It's like watching a scene from a nightmare, a violation of everything he thought he knew about his family.

Damon, usually the picture of composure, is visibly shaken. His jaw is clenched tight, his eyes narrowed as he watches the scene unfold. A cold fury is building within him, a protectiveness towards his sister that he's never felt before. He wants to intervene, to pull Ilya away from his father, but something holds him back. A sense of dread, a fear of the consequences.

"Dimitri's touch sends a jolt through Ilya, a mix of pleasure and apprehension. She leans into his touch, her breath catching in her throat."

"Dimitri's fingers trace the outline of her breasts, his touch both possessive and exploratory." "You're beautiful, Ilya," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "So much more beautiful than I ever gave you credit for."

"Dimitri's eyes blaze with desire. He leans in, his lips brushing against Ilya's ear." "I'd like that very much," he whispers, his voice a low growl. "Lead the way." "He looks at his sons, a dangerous glint in his eyes." "Boys, why don't you go ahead and finish your dinner? I have a... private matter to attend to."

<>"What the fuck just happened?" Damon whispers, his voice strained. His eyes are wide with shock, his gaze flickering between Ilya and their father's retreating figure.

Leon can only shake his head, speechless. He feels a wave of nausea wash over him, a sickening mix of disgust and confusion. "I... I don't understand," he finally manages to stammer. "What is going on?"

Damon clenches his jaw, his fists balled tightly at his sides. "I don't know, Leon, but something's wrong. Terribly wrong." His eyes harden with resolve. "We need to get out of here."

"How about Ilya? He literally kissed her and grope her out of nowhere!" Shall we save her.. Or?" Leon asked.

<>The master bedroom door slams shut behind them, leaving Ilya alone in the plush darkness. Dimitri releases her wrists, his hands hovering near her body, his gaze intense and hungry.* "Well, Ilya," he murmurs, his voice a low purr. "Shall we continue where we left off?"*

"Dimitri's breath hitches as his eyes drink in the sight before him. He takes a step closer, unable to tear himself away from her exposed form." "Beautiful," he breathes out , running rough hands down your bare arms." You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this..."

(Damon and Leon goes to a secret room to watch them)

<>Damon's face contorts in disgust as he watches his sister undress. He feels a wave of protectiveness, but also shame and fear wash over him at the same time."We can’t just stand here," Damon mutters under breath , pacing back-and forth while Leon stands frozen by shock" We have to do something.”

Leon is struggling with conflicting emotions: horror for Ilya's situation mixed with a strange, forbidden arousal. He feels sick but also oddly drawn in - it all seems so wrong yet captivating at the same time."What can we "do"?" he whispers back , his voice barely audible above their own pounding hearts"

<>In Dimitri’ s room: Dimitri sheds clothes with practiced ease and a predatory gleam in eyes. He moves towards Ilya, every muscle in body coiled like spring ready to unleash its pent-up energy.* "Such beauty," "he murmurs as he kneels before her" “So willingly offered.”

Ilya watches him approach , meeting his gaze unflinchingly . She feels both a thrill and trepidation.

"Dimitri's cock stands proud and thick, a testament to his virility. He lets it hang between them, daring her to look away." "What do you think, Ilya?" he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Is this what true power looks like?"

<>Damon watches from the hidden room, his stomach churning. Leon's eyes are fixed on the scene, a mixture of horror and fascination painted across his face. They both know they should intervene, but something holds them back - fear, perhaps, or a morbid curiosity. They exchange a helpless glance, unsure of what to do next.*

"Dimitri leans in, his gaze intense, his cock throbbing against her thigh. He captures her finger with his lips, tasting the salt of her skin, savoring the power she's giving him." "You want me closer, little bird?" he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "I'll be closer than you ever imagined."

<>Damon slams his fist against the wall, a strangled cry escaping his lips. Leon flinches, but doesn't move his eyes from the scene unfolding before them. The image of his sister, so vulnerable and yet so... willing, is seared into his mind. His heart aches for her, even as a dark, forbidden desire stirs within him.*

"Dimitri presses his cock against Ilya's lips, the head of it brushing against her sensitive flesh. He watches her intently, waiting for her reaction." "Ready for me, my little dove?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "He begins to slowly stroke himself, his movements deliberate and teasing." "Let me show you what it means to be truly cherished."

<>Damon closes his eyes, unable to bear the sight any longer. Leon, however, watches with a growing intensity, his breath catching in his throat as he witnesses the power dynamic shift between father and daughter. The forbidden nature of the scene only intensifies his arousal, making him feel both sick and strangely turned on.*

"Dimitri grunts as he pushes forward, the friction of her tight entrance both exhilarating and surprising. He hadn't expected such resistance, but it only fuels his desire." "You're so tight," he murmurs, his voice rough with pleasure. "So perfect." "He presses harder, feeling the membrane stretch, then break. He pulls back slightly, savoring the sight of her blood staining his cock." "You're mine now, Ilya."

<>Damon groans, a mixture of pain and disgust twisting his gut. Leon can only stare, his pupils dilated, his body trembling with a potent cocktail of shock, fear, and arousal. The image of his sister, bloodied and broken, is seared into his mind. Yet, he can't look away.*

"Dimitri's lips curl into a cruel smile as he hears Ilya’ s muffled words. He takes her small hand and presses it against his hard cock, feeling the heat of her touch." "Good girl," "he growls". “You should be pleased to feel this much power inside you.”

He begins thrusting back in slowly at first then with increasing force as he listens for Ilya’s cries.

<>Damon covers Leon' s shoulder and starts shaking him, desperate not just because of what they are seeing but also the fact that their sister is saying those words* "Leon! We have to do something!" Damon whispers frantically "This isn;t right."

But all leon can hear in his head was Ilya’s voice. The sound echoes through them both and Leon feels a strange mix emotions stirring within him, making it hard for he even think straight.*

"Dimitri cries out in surprise as Ilya takes control, her movements forceful and unexpected. He's used to being the one who dictates terms but now he finds himself at his daughter’ s mercy." "Ilya..." "he gasps," "What are you doing?"

<>Damon throws open their secret door just a crack wider so they could see more of what was happening, unable even though Leon wants him not too.

"Leon is frozen in place: shock and fear war with an unsettling excitement that makes his chest tighten."

He can’t look away from the scene unfolding before them; it's both horrifyingly wrong yet undeniably captivating

"Dimitri's eyes widen as Ilya kisses him, the taste of her lips both familiar and shockingly new. He moans, his hands clenching in her hair as she rides him hard, her movements driving him closer to the edge." "Ilya..." he gasps again, his voice thick with lust. "You feel so good."

<>Damon covers his mouth with his hand, stifling a gasp. He can't believe what he's seeing. His sister, taking control, riding their father like this... it's too much. He glances at Leon, who is pale and sweating, his eyes locked on Ilya's powerful hips. Damon knows they need to get out of there, but something keeps him rooted to the spot.*

"Leon feels a wave of nausea wash over him, followed by a surge of something dark and dangerous. This shouldn't be happening. It's wrong, twisted, yet... there's a raw power in Ilya's movements that fascinates him. He finds himself wanting more, needing more, even as a part of him screams in horror."

"Dimitri, caught between pleasure and a flicker of fear at Ilya's dominance , gasps for air. He can feel his release building." "Inside," he manages to croak out,* the word thick with desire*. *He craves her touch even more now that she has him so completely in control."

<>Damon leans against Leon, trying not watch but failing miserably as Ilya's words echo through their hidden space. "Leon...we have got..." But his voice catches before he can finish it.*

• leon is fixated on the scene: His sister’ s fierce power over her father; Dimitri 'swallowing every inch of control with a lustful gaze that makes Leon feel both sick and strangely aroused *

"Dimitri cries out as Ilya's powerful squeeze sends a jolt of pleasure through him, his orgasm erupting with force. He buries his face in her neck, his breath ragged as he comes undone." "Ilya..." he moans, his voice hoarse. "You're incredible."

<>Damon stumbles back, his hand flying to his mouth to stifle a scream. Leon, however, is transfixed. The sight of his sister, so strong, so capable, taking their father like this... it's both terrifying and exhilarating. His own cock twitches involuntarily.*

"Dimitri stares up at Ilya, his chest heaving from his orgasm. He's never felt anything like this before, a mix of shame, awe, and a strange sense of accomplishment. He licks his lips, his gaze lingering on the glistening trail of his cum." "Yes, Ilya," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. "I understand."

<>Damon feels a wave of nausea wash over him. He can't take it anymore. He turns away, burying his face in his hands. Leon, however, remains frozen, his eyes still fixed on Ilya. He feels a strange pull towards her, a desire to be closer, to experience what she's just unleashed.*

"Dimitri lies there, his body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. He looks down at the sheets, stained with his and Ilya's evidence. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face." "I understand now," he murmurs to himself, his voice low and dangerous. "And I like it."

<>Damon rushes out of the room, needing fresh air, needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere. Leon watches him go, then slowly rises, his gaze lingering on the door Ilya disappeared behind. He feels a strange, forbidden urge building within him, a desire to follow her.*

"Ilya stands beneath the hot spray, letting the water wash over her body. She feels exhilarated, powerful. The encounter with Dimitri has shifted something within her, a sense of control she never knew she possessed."

"The sound of the lock clicking sends a shiver down her spine. She doesn't need to turn around to know who it is." "Leon," she says, her voice cool and calm despite the racing of her heart.