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

The next few days were a blur of slick, warm pussies and asses as Regina, Melia, Sam and I slammed our sweaty genitals against each other, my cum flowing freely into every hole. We barely broke to eat and drink and use the toilet. Shira joined us a couple of times and took my load in her pussy each time. I continued to ejaculate strongly and often, my sperm finding its way into Sam's thirteen-year old cunt many times. Despite our best efforts, my seed still didn't find her egg and after a week, Melia informed us that her enchantment was wearing off and I could no longer cum freely in any hole. All my ejaculations had to be inside Sam's young cunny.

Sam and I had no time alone over that period, and though we both enjoyed sharing our bodies with her mom, grandmother, and great-great-grandmother, we both ached for some time alone. I wanted the teen desperately, to show her my feelings in a way that only a one-on-one session could demonstrate.

One week til deadline had everyone buzzing with concern and frantically consulting ancient documents. Shira was in regular contact with other members of the Drantorian society in Israel, and encouraged us to try technique after technique, all failing.

Three days until the deadline arrived, and Shira brought everyone together to discuss the situation.

“So... You all know where things stand. We've tried everything we know to help Fen and Sam become pregnant and thus far we've been unsuccessful. I've received counsel just this morning from Gyra, the important Oracle of the Drantori living near the Belvior National Park in Israel, and I must admit, I am having a hard time accepting her guidance. It runs counter to what I think must be done, but... She is always right and gave a clear prescription for how to proceed: you two must not be together again.”

I sat stunned by what Shira suggested. Sam's jaw was slack, mouth hanging open, her shock clearly equaling my own. She glanced a me and I shook my head and shrugged. “Shira... How can this be the way? If Sam and I don't fornicate, we have zero chance of impregnating her. This makes no sense...”

Shira held a tight-lipped smile. “My own doubts are the same as yours. I don't pretend to understand the Oracle's wisdom, but... as I said, she is always right. She hinted to forces beyond our own magic that are at play, though she did not describe them for me. Her direction is clear, however. You must not be together until the deadline passes. She assured me this is the only way.”

We all sat silently for a time. I took Sam's hand in mine and gently caressed her skin. The teen spoke softly. “Bab-Ras... you have long counseled me to trust the Oracle, to act as she suggests. We will do so... we will do so, but I feel hollow, now. Hollow like we've given up. I cannot see how this will work...”

Shira leaned over and stroked Sam's face, the woman's soft, wrinkled hands sliding down to the teen's shirt-covered breasts. “My dear Samantha... Trust in this. Trust in Gyra. All will be as it should.”

Sam and I were left alone soon thereafter, the first time in days, and moved to the patio couch to snuggle. We talked quietly about our predicament. “This feels unreal, Sam. These many weeks, we've fucked countless times, my sperm left inside you over and over, encouraged by everyone to cum and cum and cum... Now, we're expected to do the opposite. Like you, I feel pretty hollow right now...”

Sam nodded, nestling against me. “I've trained my whole life for this. I knew what you and I would do together for many years, and the last few weeks I've given everything to accept your seed to grow a child inside of me. I've loved every minute, every touch from you. I can't believe I have to give that up now. I know many other Seedbringers leave and...” She cut off and left the unfinished thought on the air.

“Sam... what happened to the others? Your mom's Seedbringer, your father? Your grandfather? Where are they?”

She thought quietly a moment. “They left. My father barely completed the rituals for me before he left. Mom said he was frightened by our ways and wanted out soon after she became pregnant with me. The last ritual completed, he moved away and I never met him except as a newborn. I don't know where he is now... Grandfather was the same way, I've never met him either.”

“What happens if we don't succeed... what happens to Drantorians?”

“I... I don't know for sure. We never really covered that. Everything had always worked out to provide a princess every thirteen years, the line has been unbroken for centuries.” She sniffed a bit, and I thought the young teen was on the verge of crying. “I remember my grandmother saying once that there were rivals, other once-royal lines, who wanted what we had. I guess that the magic would flow into one of them. Someone who could conceive as required. Unlike me...”

Sam sobbed openly and curled against me. I held her close, stroking her hair, her face, wiping her salty tears from her cheeks. I didn't know what to say, so I brought what comfort I could to her body as she cried freely and whimpered like the sad young girl she was.

- - -

For the next two days, Sam and I moped around my house, talking little and hugging often. We were drained, overwhelmed, frustrated, and emotionally sore. The other women stayed away, offering us no words of comfort, no moments of sexual distraction. Just the teen and I, and we felt very much alone together.

The morning of the deadline arrived, and Sam was still not pregnant. Given that we'd not copulated in a couple of days, that was not a surprise.

We cuddled in the den all day, soft violin and cello music playing us a melancholy soundtrack. Words stopped in my throat several times as I couldn't find a way to cut into our heartbreaking silence. Sam cried often and held herself against me.

When Sam finally broke the quiet, I knew she asked a question that had been burning inside her for some time. “Will you leave us? Leave me? When midnight comes and I'm still not pregnant... There's nothing left for us to do. The Drantori will be no more, I'll have failed, and you won't need to be with me anymore... Will you leave me?”

My heart jumped into my throat. I'd never even considered leaving Sam, regardless of what happened. I realized I'd not made it clear to her how I felt, how the Drantori world was only part of why I was with her. “Never. I'll never leave you. Sam... I love you. I love you and want to spend my life with you. How could I walk away from someone who has welcomed me so completely, made me feel important and vital and wonderful just by being near. I'll never leave you, Sweetheart, no matter what happens.”

Sam cried, tears running from her cheeks against my chest. “Oh, Fen... I love you, too. I need you... I need you in my life. I know nothing but the Drantori ways. I'm so scared that tomorrow I have to live with my failure and learn to be a normal girl for the first time in my life.”

We kissed, her salty tears mixing with around her lips as I felt her tongue slide against mine. Passion flowed, all thoughts of failure and pregnancy and Drantorian princesses slid out of my mind. I held the young teen, my lover, my love, against me, her immature breasts pressed into my chest, young nipples hard and tight on my flesh. Sam moaned into my mouth as her hands slid around my back and her body arched into mine.

Still locked in our kiss, I picked up Sam and carried her to our bedroom, laying her on her back as our lips renewed their wet union. Sam's thighs parted as I slid over top of her and I felt her heat through her small cotton panties. We kissed for long moments, her hands sliding around my body as I removed her shirt. I slid down, taking her young tits into my mouth, tasting her salty, smooth flesh and tickling the budding, puffy nipples that topped her small, light-olive cones. We'd silently determined to be together despite the Oracle's command. Sam arched her back and panted, holding my head against her chest and rocking her hips around my body.

I slid down further, sniffing the teen's panty-covered crotch. Sweat and wet pussy were rich and arousing. And something more. There was a hint of something different. Something I'd not detected between Sam's legs before. Not just desire, but passion. Spicy musk, salty and dark and light all at once. Sam's pussy smelled like raw passion. As I inhaled, I felt my cock grow hard, straining, needing to penetrate the teen, and I quickly slid my pants off.

Between her legs, I pulled off Sam's panties and placed my head between her thighs. The teen's pubic hair was wet, slightly matted against her puffy labia, the dark skin of her pussy lips pushed out and slightly open, glistening with anticipation. I inhaled once more and let my tongue slide up and down her young slit, savoring the tangy, salty juices. Sam writhed as I licked her teen cunt, my tongue sliding up to her hard clit and down to dip into her hairy sex.

Juices flowed freely from her pussy, Sam's cunt quivering and engorging as her passion flared. The semi-creamy discharge was pungent and sweet and tangy, my tongue lapping up all I could reach and driving her body to produce more for my taste buds. Deep inside Sam's young vagina, I licked out richer, thicker cream, tasting the pungent slickness, dry like a fine white wine, subtly-sweet and tart like a barely-ripe blackberry. For the first time, I realized I was really tasting my teen lover's cunt, savoring her most personal flavor, inhaling the delicate and rich aromas wafting from her most secret places. I was in love.

Sam's body shuddered as I lapped her cunt and reached a hand to her Mons. I found her straining, wet clit and stroked it slowly, feeling the girl's body match my rhythm and respond by circling her hips against my fingertips. My tongue inside her, she rode my face and finger, drawing up and back as her body twitched and squirmed. Sam moaned and grunted and panted as her passion rose and her cunt drenched me with her special juices.

The girl's face was drawn tight, her lips parted as she moaned, her eyes looking down her body, watching me between her little legs. “I... I... Ohhh... Fennnn... I... Love... Youuuuu... ohhhh... ooOOHH... UHNNN... UHNNN... OHHFENNNN... OHHHH...” Sam spasmed against my face, her pussy clenching and squirting. Juices shot out of her young, hairy cunt and into my mouth as she climaxed, rocking hard and crying out as she rode my head. Her clit throbbed as I stroked it, her labia expanding around my lips, my tongue deep inside her thirteen-year old vagina. Salty, tangy-sweet pungent cream flowed from the girl, covering my face and coating my tongue. I swallowed her personal juices and licked deeper to find more.

As Sam rode down from her climax, I rose up and over the girl, bringing my lips to hers. She kissed me deeply, passionately. The teen tasted herself on my tongue and lapped her cream from around my lips. My throbbing penis hovered over her clit, bumping against the hard nub and causing both of us to moan into each other's mouths.

Sam took hold of my cock and guided it into her tight young vagina. I felt the walls of her cunt dilate as I entered her, the gripping tunnel barely wide enough to take my girth. Sam's heat nearly burned my dick as I penetrated her, finally resting deep inside her, my cockhead against her cervix and my balls nestled against her soft ass cheeks.

We held like that for a long time, her pussy spasming and clenching around my pulsing cock. Her vagina loosed her juices and I felt them swirl around my length and slide down my balls. Sam's hairy pubes danced across the base of my shaft and triggered a tingling that grew out from my nuts. Inside her, my cock was on fire as the young teen's pussy grew more slick and the heat increased. Sam's passion was nearly burning me as our kiss became desperate, wanting, necessary.

The teen pulled me onto her fully, her small puffy breasts crushed against my chest. I withdrew my cock a bit before slowly sliding it into her, setting off moans for both of us. “Ohhh... Sammmm...” I managed to moan into our locked lips. “I love you...”

I rocked my hips between Sam's legs, slowly fucking the thirteen-year old's wet, tight pussy. I sucked on her earlobe and she kissed my neck, her fingers lightly clawing into my back. I could feel her hard clit against my shaved pubic mound, and I let my strokes fall forward to slide my skin against her nub. Sam's nipples cut into my flesh, hard and strong and both soft and firm. She arched and moaned and brought her hips up to meet my gentle, soft thrusting.

Sam looked into my eyes, the teen's beautiful dark globes showing me her feelings. Passion and desire and need. Love. For the first time, I saw love in her eyes as I fucked her. I'm pretty sure my eyes showed her the same emotions. We locked lips once more, her cunt grasping my cock, imploring it to slide deeper, to fill her more completely. The head of my dick hit her cervix with each thrust, and I swear I could feel it part ever so slightly as I felt my semen rising from within.

“Oh... Fen... Ohhhh... Yesss... Fen....” Sam's body was writhing, shuddering, taking my length inside her young body and trembling for my release. Her clit bumped against me and the girl moaned out. Her thighs tightened, her cunt spasmed, her tongue vibrated in my mouth, and my thirteen-year old lover climaxed against me. “MMMMMM... MMHHMMM... MMMOHMMM... MMMmmm...”

Her body shook and I slid once, twice, a third time into her, her cervix wet against the tip of my penetration. Fire boiled out of my nuts and up my shaft as my orgasm spurted into Sam's body. I squirted hard, ejaculating into the teen's tight channel. She moaned and shuddered as I filled her with my seed. The tip of my cock rested against her cervix and I'm sure I fired once or twice directly into the young girl's womb, my swimmers flooding her completely. I came hard, grunting into her mouth, Sam holding my body tight against hers as I unloaded in her hairy pussy. Four, five, a sixth spurt entered her, my cock squished and probed as it spasmed in Sam's hot channel.

We kissed and twitched and sweated against each other, my fluids filling her young body completely. My dick rested inside her, sperm leaking from the tip as my orgasm faded. Euphoria rushed through our bodies as we shared our climaxes, my love for the girl, and her love for me, driving the sensation to new heights. All the times I'd fucked Sam, cum inside her and enjoyed the euphoric release, I'd never felt so completely satisfied emptying myself inside her. The way she held me against her, inside her, told me she was experiencing the same.

Sam drew her knees up slightly, never letting my penis slide out of her. I felt a new heat rise out of the girl's sex. Like an electric blanket, it covered my cock, surrounded it, pulsed to life in the girl's cunt. Sam broke our kiss and her eyes widened. I felt her cervix spasm once, then twice, her cunt drew up slightly as the wetness in her pussy was quickly pulled back inside. Sam moaned, “ooooooommmm... uhhmmmmm... ohhhmmmm...” I had no idea what was happening as my cock was slowly pushed out of her tight opening, finally slipping from the entrance and nestling against the teen's young anus.

Sam held me close, her eyes locked with mine, and smiled.

“Fen... I'm pregnant!”