Fen, Male, 37

	- Narrator, Widower of Tasha

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

Shira, Female, 65

	- Great-great-grandmother of Sam, Fen's neighbor

	- Dark-olive skin, 5'6, 130lbs, neck-length silver-black hair, dark brown eyes

“The heavy drinking stops now.” The older female voice drifted into my head as sleep tried to keep hold of me. “Some is ok, but I need you in top shape for what is to come. For what you are going to help Sam do.”

I slowly opened my eyes and nearly jumped at what I saw. Seated on the edge of my bed was the 60-something female owner of the house next door. She sat facing me, slacks covered her crossed legs and a green blouse draped the rest of her. Shira, the name came to me. How the hell did she get in my house? “Urm... Shira... what are you doing in my home?” I stayed under covers, confusing ruling my thoughts.

Shira smiled slyly at me. “Of all the things you need to learn, that one isn't really important. Get it together. Here, I made coffee. Wake up quickly, we have much to discuss. Much to do...”

I sat up a bit, taking the coffee cup and trying to figure out what was going on. Sipping in silence I felt anxiety over what might happen, scared that Sam had told and I was soon to be arrested and jailed, my life destroyed. Instead, Shira ran her hand along one of my legs, feeling me through the covers. She stopped just short of my crotch before trailing her palm back down toward my foot. Between the coffee and her touch, I'd become wide awake. My cock was awake, too.

“Samantha is a Drantorian princess. I doubt that means anything to you, yet. I, too, am a Drantorian, as are all the women in my family, going back many centuries. We've lost some of our history, the earliest generations, but what we do know is that the Drantorian line has a special responsibility to maintain the ancient legacy and protect the magic we hold against threats. We believe, though we cannot be sure, that a day will come when the world will need our help, and until then, we must continue to fulfill our duties.”

To say I was unable to process what Shira said would be an understatement. “Magic? Threats? I'm... I'm pretty skeptical, Shira. This all sounds pretty unbelievable already.”

She smiled. “No doubt, but it will become more unbelievable the more I tell you. But what I tell you is the truth, the best as I know, and I expect you will accept these things very quickly. You saw Samantha's Affirming Glow twice last night between her legs, I believe.”

I recalled the way Sam's genitals had grown warm with peach-colored light, her labia glowing, her snatch bathed in a soft, warm radiance. I nodded my confirmation.

“That was the magic's way of confirming her choice. Your seed triggered the first glow. The second, well, that was the way you made her cum with your tongue...” Shira pursed and licked her lips, my cock throbbed. “You are the one she needs to fulfill her responsibility.”

“Wait. Why does she say I'm 'the one?' What does it mean to 'fulfill her responsibility?”

Shira continued to stroke my leg, letting her hand stray closer and closer to my erect penis. “I'm getting to that.” She shifted a bit. “The Drantorian line is a royal one. No, not in the usual sense of monarchies and governments, but in the world of faerie and goddesses, we are the royal family. We hold a power over those in our world, and with that power, we must continually be responsible to those in our world as well. Samantha is a Drantorian princess, and she has reached an age where it is time for her first big task.

“Two weeks ago, Samantha turned thirteen. The Drantorian legacy requires something of her: She must give birth to the next princess before her fourteenth birthday. That is where you come in.” Shira laughed. “I mean that in both senses...”

“Your job no longer matters, your responsibilities to the rest of the world are no longer of consequence. Samantha, and the Drantorian line are all that you must concentrate on now. If the girl doesn't give birth before she turns fourteen, the world would be in grave danger. You see, many centuries ago, it was common for Drantorian princesses to give birth to many daughters, but slowly that changed, and for the last ten generations, each princess has only conceived one daughter, one princess-in-waiting. Samantha is the last, just as her mother before, and just as I was the last. Each of us gave birth before our fourteenth birthday, and never again were we able to conceive. We don't know why, but it has left our line dangerously close to failure. If Samantha fails... I don't want to think about that right now.”

Still taking a mental beating from what Shira told me, I did quick math and was startled by the implications. “Wait... if everyone in your line gave birth when they were thirteen... You aren't Sam's grandmother? You're...”

“Her great-great-grandmother, yes. I am now 65. My daughter, Rucka, is 52, and her daughter Regina, Sam's grandmother, is 39. Samantha's mother, Melia, is now 26. These are all the surviving princesses in the line, and Samantha is now the one who must continue our legacy.”

My head reeled but Shira's hand found my cock and stroked me through the covers. “First, before you meet Sam again, there is one thing I must do. It is tradition for the oldest surviving princess to test the Seedbringer's ejaculate inside her. I need to be positive you are the one. Samantha's body is sure, now mine must be as well.”

Shira slid her hand under the covers and took my erect penis in her fingers, sliding up and down the length. I was unable to move as the older woman jerked my cock. My thoughts raced but couldn't stop the flow of blood to my genitals, the excitement of the woman's expert touch. I barely groaned out, “What about your husband...?”

She grasped my member harder. “Don't worry. He is not what he seems...”

Shira rolled back the covers and took my hard cock in her welcoming mouth. Her moist lips slid easily around the head, her tongue sliding down the shaft as my flesh slid into her mouth. Shira sucked me, bobbing her head up and down, playing with my balls with one hand. Her fingers played across my shaved pubes as she took my dick into her throat, sucking and swirling me deeper into her.

Tingling radiated from my penis and from my bucking against her mouth, Shira knew I was about to cum. She pulled off my dick. “Not yet. Your seed needs to go somewhere else... this time...” She drew back and removed her slacks. Small black panties barely covered her older sex and those were quickly removed as well. Shira's silvery pubes danced above her dark, mature labia. Her large clit was hard and pushed out the flesh of her hood. She dipped a finger between her legs and tasted herself, mewling with satisfaction. A second dip into her snatch was then brought to my lips and I tasted the musky, pungent juices from her cunt. I loved it and wanted more.

I slid my own fingers in between her thighs, running the tips into her vagina. I rubbed her clit and trailed my fingers along the length of her hairy slit. I pushed knuckle-deep into her hole, probing the slickness between her labia. Pulling back, I brought my wet fingers to my mouth and got a much richer taste of Shira's sex. I cleaned my digits and started to reach for more.

“Later. There will be time for that later. Right now, I need you inside me.”

Shira positioned herself above my hips, knees on each side of me, and teased my cock against her hairy slit. She slid it up and down her snatch, coating it with her juices. Shira rose up and moved the tip of my penis into her vagina, then sank slowly down. I groaned as I entered her, her slick cunt hot and welcoming to my throbbing dick. Shira held against me, fully taking my length inside her, and began to rock her hips around in a circle.

My cock was buried deeply inside her and I instinctively began to thrust against her as she circled. Her movement changed to meet mine and soon she was sliding her cunt up and down on my dick. I could feel my precum flowing as she rode me, our juices mixing to create a white froth on my shaft and across her labia.

Shira moaned in pleasure. “Ohnnn... OhhhhNNN... OOHNNNG... OHNNNG.. OH Fennnn... fuuuuckmee...” The older woman rode me, her silver pubes matching the streaks of silver in her dark locks. Her dark-olive skin glistened with sweat, skin which looked more likely to be on a teen than a 65-year-old. Shira's hard clit pounded down with each thrust, grinding into my skin.

My cock slid in and out of her opening. Shira wasn't tight, but she wasn't loose either. Her cunt had a nice mix of yielding and grasping, bringing my cum boiling and ready to blow.

She sensed my pending orgasm. “OOHNNGG... YES FEN... CUM IN MEEEE... CUMMMINNNMEEE...” Her body bounced rapidly, her clit straining. Her small tits bounced as well, small, hard nipples pointing and tight against her blouse. I run my hands to her breasts, touching them through the fabric and feeling my load ready to release. Shira came first. “OHNNGGGG... OHNGGGG... OHNGGGG... OHNGGGG... FUUUUUUCKKKK... OHHNNNGGGG...”

I ejaculated inside Shira's vagina, her body slamming down over and over, causing my cock to spew seed into her cunt. I groaned and grunted as I released, my sperm filling her hairy hole and running out down my shaft. I felt the warm liquid surround my penis as she slid me in and out of her pussy, her body shuddering as she panted through her orgasm, cum running from her body and sticking in her silver pubic hair. She shuddered again and slowly collapsed on top of my body, my cock still inside her and leaking sperm against her cervix.

“Yesss... Fennn... You came inside me. You shot your seed into me.” She kissed me deeply, her moist mouth caressing my own. “Now we wait to see if my body accepts you as the Seedbringer...”

Shira kissed me as she very slowly humped my semi-erect penis. Sperm still leaked out around me, her cunt a hairy, sticky mess of her vaginal fluids and my cum. My cock felt hot. Very hot. Almost too hot. I started to push her off of me. She held fast. “No! Don't pull out. The heat will pass quickly!” She was right. My cock went from feeling on fire to just warm seconds later, and my erection returned with force. “Now we will see...”

For a minute she slowly rode me and I saw nothing further. I was becoming concerned that something was wrong. Then I noticed her breasts seemed larger than before. More full. I'd felt her small, round tits while orgasming, and they were clearly larger now. I reached a hand to one and felt to be sure. Yes, no doubt, her tits were bigger. Now, they barely fit my hand. I stared at Shira and let my eyes ask my question.

“Yes, this is how we will know. Hold them both. Feel for yourself that my body is accepting you as Seedbringer...”

I did as commanded, taking her breasts in my hands. I could feel her flesh expanding. Her nipples rose taller against her mounds, her tits becoming the size of small cantaloupes, very different from the large peaches she'd had before. They grew more, becoming too large to hold. “Massage them! Massage my growing breasts!” I did so, feeling and watching her tits press out against her blouse, ripping buttons down the front as they outgrew the constraining fabric. Her bra snapped and fell from her chest. I took Shira's enlarging flesh in my hands and brought her nipples to my mouth.

She responded by riding my cock quickly. As I sucked on her nipples, she ground her clit into my body, her sheath squeezing my flesh and imploring another load to build in my balls. I licked her tits, now the size of small watermelons, ridiculously large. I could barely see her beyond her breasts and could only barely caress them as they squeezed against my body. Shira rode me, tightening her cunt around me, and leading me to orgasm.

I moaned as I shot my seed into Shira's vagina again, once more spurting my load inside her. She climaxed around my cock as I came. Her tits bounced and began to grow smaller as she pounded though our orgasms. Sperm shot from my cock, her cunt convulsed, and her breasts were once more the size of small cantaloupes. My orgasm crested, the last of my cum deposited inside Shira's hole, and the older woman began to slide down from her own climax. Her breasts had quickly returned to their original size, small, beautiful peach-sized tits that looked far too young for a woman her age.

She collapsed against me once more and kissed me deeply. Breaking our embrace momentarily, she said “Seedbringer... yes, you are the one for Samantha. She will need what you have to give. You must plant your seed in her quickly. Start tonight. I can help a bit with increasing the amount of your sperm. Hold still.”

Shira held my half-hard cock inside her and I felt her cunt tighten a bit. Her face showed strain and I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do. Then I felt a warm wetness spread over my groin and thighs. She let out a long sigh and I knew then that she was peeing on me. Her urine spread from her crotch and covered me, running down my balls and onto the bed. Shira urinated for what seemed like minutes, the warm liquid coating us where we joined, the aroma of her pee strong and mixing with the scents of our sex, of our cum and sweat. My cock got hard once more.

She finished peeing and smiled. “Mmm... I love doing that... And I love that you got hard again. But save that. What I just did was more than pee. I've used my magic to increase the potency and volume of your ejaculate a bit. Help you recover from cumming in me twice. Samantha needs your seed tonight, and this will help.”

Shira shifted off me and gazed on the wet mess she'd made on me and on the bed. “Don't worry about this, I will get it cleaned up while you shower. Tonight, my Samantha will take you inside her virgin vagina and you will deliver your seed into her womb. You must do this. For Samantha. For the world.”

After what I just done with Shira, after the play with Sam the night before, the thoughts of penetrating her teen cunt, after all that, I needed little convincing. I became a willing pawn in something I barely understood. I headed for the shower and tried to prepare myself for being Sam's first time.