Fen, Male, 37

	- Narrator, Widower of Tasha, Sam's Seedbringer

	- Light tan skin, 5'10, 150lbs, short, cropped brown hair, green eyes

Sam (Samantha), Female, 13

	- Daughter of Melia, granddaughter of Regina, great-granddaughter of Rucka, great-great-granddaughter of Shira

	- Light-olive skin, 5'3, 110lbs, shoulder-length black hair, dark eyes

Sam and I had trained hard and fucked hard for months, her belly growing bigger as our child grew in her womb. I bathed Sam's insides regularly with my sperm, both her pregnant pussy and her tight young ass. We grew closer, I no longer thought about her as young girl and instead as my partner. Yeah, it was odd in many ways, but it worked for both of us and after a few months together, we were inseperable.

During my training, it was clear that I would never be able to hold the magic of the Drantorians. Not that this was ever in question, few outside of the line of princesses ever had. But we did discover that I could be a catalyst for the others. It started with the Meloncha Rite.

Just as we had done for over four months with the Yalanah ritual, we maintained our scheduled Meloncha session. The weekly Yalanah interactions got to be a bit mechanical, really, though, I gotta admit I really enjoyed cumming on Sam's budding, growing tits. Meloncha Rites were a monthly thing and a few days after the Oracle's message, Sam and I were pondering our situation as we drank the prescribed fluids for the ritual.

“What do you think it means?” I had my head on Sam's small breasts, sipping my cordial and chasing it with one of the standard flow-enhancing elixirs.

“I'm not sure.” Sam's voice had smoothed as her pregnancy went along. She still sounded very much like a young teen, but there was a mellow note to it, the singsong adolescent tones being lost to her puberty. “I've read all the histories, times when Drantori were seduced by competitors, our magic twisted and warped by opposing magics, even princesses who went crazy after being dosed with elixirs. There hasn't been any of that for at least ten generations. The Oracle had not spoken to anyone in our line for at least eighty years until Bab-Ras sought her out before my pregnancy. That she brings us bad tidings... I don't know what it means...”

I nuzzled against her firming breasts, blowing softly across her pink puffs and running a hand lazily across her thighs. “I've read some of the challenges in the histories, as well, and I don't recall anything that can help us. Who is the Oracle, exactly? Why is it that Shira trusts her so?”

Sam held my head against her chest and inhaled sharply as my fingers brushed her erect clit. “Shes... mmm... that feels nice... She's ageless, of a time and place that we can only know from rumor and myth. She's never spoken of her origins and only a fool would waste her time asking her. She exists somewhat in this world, but mostly in others. She once stated her role in the world was to protect the kinder, compassionate magics and keep those magics in the hands of the right lineage. If you read Dashava's The Golden Triangle of Jewonian Metaphysics, you know that there are at least a three major lines of magic and each has variations and abstractions that have essentially become wild.”

I had read the book, and though it was mostly over my head, I recalled the three lines as Drantori, Hamandoi, and Levoniki. Each line originated in three young sisters who had first found a connection to the underlying flows many centuries before. They channeled and contained the magic, finding only the tip of the iceberg for what they could do.

They argued over how to pass on control of their treasured powers. Hamandoi, the oldest, wanted it confined only to the oldest female offspring, only passed on upon death. Levoniki wanted the magic to be set free in the world, but locked down so that only pure souls could find it. Drantori, the youngest, wanted to pass the primary control down to all female offspring with the ability to share the magic with those of their choosing.

In the battle for control of the magic and its destiny, Levoniki disappeared, taking with her a third of the magical powers. The Drantorian histories had been unclear and conflicted in their reports of what happened to her, and signs of her magic had been very rare in the archives. The girl herself is presumed to have perished long ago, as did her sisters.

Hamandoi, on the other hand, attempted to destroy Drantori, bringing the young girl to the edge of death several times before the Lunauva, Goddess of Compassion, saved the girl, who still held on to her third of the magic, and rushed her to a special sanctuary for protection. Jabab was that place, and though some of the history has been lost, many of the protections given by Lunauva still held strong and prevented Hamandoi from discovering Drantori and her allies. Lunauva helped Drantori establish her royal line and granted her dominion over all the magical and non-magical creatures under Lunauva's protection, and tasked the young girl with building a lineage that would one day be ready to protect the entire world from evil forces.

Bryanne, Goddess of Dark, took a liking to Hamandoi and helped the oldest girl build her own royal family after relocating to southern Israel. Bryanne moved Hamandoi often, and the line's location had been lost to the Drantori over two hundred years previously. Like Levoniki, signs of Hamandoi were rare, especially since losing track of the family's home location. Drantori historians argued in circles about whether the Hamandoin still held their power or if it had been lost at some point. Some figured the worst, that the decendent of Hamandoi was preparing for an imminent attack on the Drantori. Most assumed the line had mellowed and faded into a comfortable seclusion. No one knew anything, really, it was all just speculation.

“When you say abstractions of the magics 'become wild,' what exactly does that mean?” I must have missed that section in Golden Triangle.

“The magic is an endless flow of power, as you know, but only so much of it exists at any one time. It's infinite in flow, but finite in availability. When the sisters captured the magic, they did so completely, and at that time, there was nothing in the wild at all, at least not from this magic. There are others... Remember that Levoniki wanted to release the magic to be found by pure souls, and many think that's just what happened. The problem is that Levoniki probably didn't put restrictions on what happened after these pure souls claimed the magic. They could have given it away to anyone. The Drantori, too, have lost a bit of magic here and there, and it is out there, 'in the wild.' Several of our society members spend their entire lives seeking out these bits and fragments and bring them back to us if needed.”

I stroked her clit harder, enjoying the interplay between heady discussion and raw animalistic desires. Sam parted her thighs and I smelled her feminine aroma, meaty and rich. Her cunt had swollen as her belly grew and her scents became mature, thicker, less briny and sweet. I inhaled my lover's smells and slid two fingers into her pregnant pussy. Sam moaned and pushed her breasts into my mouth, my tongue dancing across her puffy mounds.

I leaned up to her ear. “Do you want Meloncha before or after...?”

“Mmm... ohhh... before... Let me do it before...”

We'd finished our cordials and the elixir from Shira and I could feel my bladder stirring already. Sam's pregnancy had her urinating more frequently, so the Rite took little prep on her part. The Meloncha Rite involved Sam peeing into my mouth, with me swallowing every drop, followed by me peeing in her mouth. The Rite was a cleansing ritual, my body a catalyst for the toxin removal magic in Sam's body. Inside the Seedbringer, as ancient experiementers discovered, the princess's natural cleansing magic was sped up, improved, more effective. My urine returned to her the improved magical bits.

All that greatness aside, it was one hell of a turn on for both of us.

Sam stood as I slid under her, then she squatted down, her dark, thick pubic hairs tickling my mouth as her swollen labia settled against my lips. I inhaled her sweat and cunny, tasted the creamy discharge leaking from her vagina. A heady mix of dry and sweet and tart coated my tongue as Sam's thirteen-year old pregnant pussy slowly dripped her juices into my mouth.

I couldn't resist licking her snatch, running my tongue from her clit to her anus and deep into her vagina. Sam pulled back and laughed, “You aren't making this easy!”

She squatted and settled once more, her clit resting on my nose, my mouth open and waiting for her to let go. A few drops of bitter, warm urine started the flow, and I began to swallow the pale-yellow fluid. Her piss was weaker today than normal, only slightly bitter and salty. Her flow increased and splashed into my throat, I swallowed again as Sam's urine pooled in my mouth. Before I could recover, I nearly overflowed but she noticed just in time and cut off her flow while I choked down a big gulp of her bitter piss. I opened my mouth again, signaling my readiness, and Sam peed in my mouth again, her strong flow subsiding after I swallowed a couple more times. The last drops dribbled from her pee hole onto my tongue, and I lapped her hairy twat to be certain I swallowed it all.

And then I attacked her clit, twirling my tongue along her urine-soaked cunt and back to her button. Sam ground her pregnant pussy against my face as I stroked her tits and bulging belly. I tasted her cream slide down as she grew wet and tensed her hips. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I bobbed slightly on it as if it were a small penis, swirling around her nub wet and fast. “uhhhnnn... uhhnnnn... uuuUHHnnn... uuUHHHNNN... uUHHNN.. uUHNNN.. OOHHHHUHHNN... OOUHUHOHHHH...” The teen climaxed on my face, creamy discharge flowing sticky and warm out of her pregnant vagina and into my mouth. I felt a small squirt of piss join her cunt juice and I swallowed it all, swirling her clit and cleaning her snatch and anus with my tongue. Sam rode my face for some time before relaxing and rolling onto her back.

I felt my bladder straining and knew I was pushing it on getting the toxin cleaning results back into Sam's young body. She sat up on her knees as I stood. Sam sank back, sitting on her ankles and parted her lips wide, offering me her mouth to piss in.

I slid my semi-hard cock between her wet lips and she pulled me into her until my cockhead was hanging in her throat. Sam's deep-throating abilities had become phenomenal lately, and she'd demonstrated the ability to swallow my full bladder without choking several times.

Sam gazed up at me, smiling around my penis, her dark eyes sparkling. She wanted my piss, and I was ready to give it to her. I relaxed my bladder and soon I was peeing down Sam's throat. I doubted that she tasted much since she had opened her throat and let my stream head straight to her stomach. I heard her guts rumble as my warm fluid filled her quickly. My dick got harder as I pissed in the pregnant teen's mouth and as I urinated in her, I felt my balls begin to rise up. As my stream slowed to a trickle, I started humping Sam's mouth and she responded by taking my cock in her hand and sucking the last drops of urine out of me.

I face-fucked the teen, precum replacing urine streaming out of my penis and into the girl's mouth. I felt my balls tighten as Sam sucked me harder, bobbing her young lips up and down on my length. I ached for release, grabbed Sam's head, pounded her twice, and exploded in her mouth. Semen shot out of my cock and splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed and sucked, the next squirt firing against the roof of her mouth. I cried out as I came in Sam, her mouth sucking every drop of cum out of me. Holding the back of her head, I held myself deep inside her, tip of my cock in her throat, and squirted the last two thick streams of jism directly into her stomach.

Sam and I barely made it to the shower to clean up before Melia and Rucka came looking for some fun, as was usual in this house. By the time the afternoon had set in, Shira and Regina had joined us as well. That night, like most nights, Sam and I collapsed in joyous exhaustion and tried to forget about the dark threats on the horizon.