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

Melia, Female, 26

	- Mother of Sam, daughter of Regina, granddaughter of Rucka, great-granddaughter of Shira

	- Light-olive skin, 5'9, 135lbs, long reddish-black hair, dark eyes

Regina, Female, 39

	- Grandmother of Sam, mother of Melia, daughter of Rucka, granddaughter of Shira

	- Dark-olive skin, 4'11, 125lbs, neck-length dark brown/black hair, almond eyes

Rucka, Female, 52

	- Great-grandmother of Sam, mother of Regina, grandmother of Melia, daughter of Shira

	- Dark-olive skin, 5'1, 140lbs, short dark brown/black hair, almond eyes

Shira, Female, 65

	- Great-great-grandmother of Sam, great-grandmother of Melia, grandmother of Regina, mother of Rucka

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

The relief that flooded into me hearing Sam say she was pregnant is difficult to describe. It was like falling from an airplane without a parachute, then, at the very last moment before a fatal impact, landing softly amidst bright flowers and soft pillows. The world felt fresh and new and wonderful in a way it had not since before I'd lost Tasha. Sam and I held each other and cried in joy as her cunt glowed bright. Like a small star burning against the dark universe, her genitals shined out in tones of peach and salmon and blackberry. The smell of her changed, became richer, more tangy, spicy. Sam's body glistened and glowed, and I shared the wonderful moment with her as long as I could. Finally, she was pregnant. Just hours before the deadline.

We soon rushed to find the other women and each knew without a word that Sam had conceived. The girl had draped her body with a thin robe which did little to cover the bright glow between her legs. Each woman cried and hugged us, thankful that the teen's body was now growing the next princess. I beamed and felt a social euphoria I'd never experienced, embracing each woman and sharing their tears. It was a moment unlike any in my life.

Shira broke out a round of yelia, the soothing drink that rushed awareness and sensation into the body much like cocaine, and we all shared excited talk of what was to come.

Now that the pressure was off and Sam was on her way to giving birth at the predetermined time and date just before her fourteenth birthday, Shira took control and, mostly for my benefit, laid out what was expected.

“Fen, from your training you know there are expectations from you. I hope you have chosen to accept them.”

I smiled and affirmed. “I've more than accepted them. I love Sam. She's my everything and I want to be her partner for the rest of our lives. Whatever I must do, I'll do.” Sam and I kissed deeply and Melia broke into a heartfelt smile as tears dripped from her eyes. “I really don't know all that much about the Drantori, but from what you've taught me these past few weeks, and what Sam and I have gone through, I wonder if Sam needed me to be hers. To love her, not just copulate with her. She needed to love me, and I think maybe, maybe, the Drantorian line has suffered from Seedbringers who have neglected that vital piece of the magic. To care deeply for their princesses, not just enjoy their young bodies.”

Shira nodded vigorously. “Yes! Why have we never considered that? It seems so obvious now! My Seedbringer left only months into Melia's life, couldn't commit to me or what we had to do. I've sorely missed that support. Melia had the same, Sam's father left us when Sam was only four months old. Regina's Seedbringer left while she was still pregnant with Melia and we had to scramble to find someone able to perform the rituals. Fen... You've nailed it!”

Melia and Regina agreed and I felt wonderful that I'd found such a deep love for Sam. We held each other and I felt her warmth radiate into me as her love for me flooded my emotions.

Shira continued her instructions. “Now that Sam holds the next Princess in her womb, some changes are in order. We must continue training, for both of you, and to take up the next lessons, we need to relocate. To Israel. Only there can you learn the details of what is to come. Only there can Sam give birth to the next Drantorian princess.”

I was excited. I'd never left the country. Rarely left Florida. Shira would lead us to a place called Jabab, close to Mount Meron, located in the northern part of the Mediterranean nation. Jabab was a secret enclave where a few members of Drantorian society maintained the lineage's archives and closely held the important secret magics of the line. Sam's eyes brightened. Like me, this would be her first trip out of the country and the teen was clearly looking forward to her upcoming adventure.

“We'll leave in two days. Don't worry, Fen, I'll handle all arrangements here for you. We won't be coming back any time soon, but there is no need to sell your things. All will be taken care of for you. Now, from your training, what comes next for you and Sam?”

I grinned. “Lots of sex.” Everyone laughed, Sam mewled and spread her thighs for my probing fingers. “Our growing fetus needs my seed regularly. Sam needs me to perform the Yalanah Ritual once a week.” The Yalanah ritual involved me rubbing a special fig oil into Sam's genitals, the warming lotion then licked from her body before I ejaculated on her breasts. Sam's body would absorb the combination of the fig oil and my semen and the young girl growing in her uterus would become protected from various contrary magics which might be attempted against her.

“Once per month, I must take into my mouth Sam's urine before she swallows mine” This odd ritual, called the Meloncha Rite, ensured that magical toxins in our bodies were cleansed. “Finally, there are many parts I must play during the birth of our child, among them...”

“Excellent. No need to tell us more. We'll get to the day of birth soon enough. You've trained well, I see, and know your part. You two are free to copulate as often as you wish, and I hope you'll save some energy for us as well.” Shira smiled broadly and spread her own thighs, running finger over her tight slacks and between her legs. “Before we get ahead of ourselves, we must prepare to depart tomorrow. To Jabab!”

- - -

A whirlwind of activity followed as the women and I packed and got our houses ready for a long period of abandonment. Quickly, we were on a plane bound for Frankfurt then Tel Aviv before a two-hour ride had us in the secluded hamlet of Jabab. I'd found it odd that the man I assumed was Shira's husband didn't accompany us. Sam let me know the secret. He was not Shira's husband, or even her Seedbringer. He wasn't even really a man. 'Havayn' was the name. Sam called him a 'Morph,' a sort of demigod capable of changing appearances. Havayn was a servitor of the Drantorian line, a willing volunteer who aided the princesses and their allies. He was needed elsewhere for a time, and would probably join us in Jabab at some point.

The small village of Jabab was unlike the rest of Israel I'd seen along the coastal drive from Tel Aviv. Large, full gnarled trees overhung the road and small houses, creating a green-glowing natural roof over the location. Gardens of orchids, berries, and bushes bearing multiple splashes of blooms were lush and fragrant. The undergrowth was a dense scrub, much like other areas I'd seen, but the humid, scented air held no trace of the briny, tight heat I'd smelled on the way.

The buildings were small, dense structures, packed tightly together and numbered no more than ten or twelve. Smoke rose from chimneys in the cool midday. Several women appeared in doorways and walked casually to meet our van. Each was beautiful and clothed in an array of colors and fabrics. They ranged in size from tall and thin to short and thick, all black or dark-red haired, skins of pale-to-dark olive. I saw no men.

We were quickly hustled off to the largest building, an unoccupied communal home with several beds in a common room, a kitchen, dining area, and set of couches in a den off the main room. I'd imagined a fairy setting where lights were magically created and bubbling elixirs steamed around the house. Instead, the place was clearly running on electricity, and the only steaming I saw came from a pot boiling on the stove. Still, it felt magical to be in Jabab and I helped Sam and the other women settle in.

We met with several of the residents and found they all served the Drantorian causes in one way or another. Several were archivists, studying and recording histories. A couple were researchers who practiced and expanded the knowledge of Drantori magic. One was a chemist of sorts, an 'Elixitor', perfecting the arts of elixirs I'd not seen bubbling in our new home (she worked in a building down the lane, where, she assured me with amusement, bubbling and steaming were regularly seen).

All told we met seven women. A few other residents were away, a common occurrence. An eighth woman arrived later that evening and I met Rucka for the first time. Sam's great-grandmother, Shira's daughter, and mother of Regina, Rucka was 52, and looked much like her daughter. Short, with thick, welcoming hips and dark-olive complexion. She was heavier than Regina, but the weight was mostly settled in good places in her swinging breasts, nestled comfortably under a tan sweater, and in her hips and thighs. I couldn't help enjoying the way her ass pushed against her tight blue slacks and jiggled as she paced.

Every resident except for Rucka retired after we feasted on roast duck, chickpeas and mint, and a delicious unleavened bread smeared with tart lime marmalade. I sat with Sam, holding her close and basking in the fun of being somewhere new with someone I loved deeply. Shira, Rucka, Regina, and Melia sprawled on the other couches as we chatted through the details of our trip and kept the conversation light and relaxed.

Rucka yawned. “Well, now that you are all here, there are certain... traditions... we need to keep.” She smiled at me and Sam. “It has been too long since I've had that sort of fun, and I'm going to enjoy fulfilling my responsibilities.” Shira laughed and Melia joined her, Regina batted doe eyes at her mother.

I hadn't learned of what we were to do, as far as I could remember, anyway, and I asked about the tradition.

Rucka smiled. “Oh, you'll see tomorrow. This room will be different when you awaken refreshed and ready for a long, exhausting day of satisfying your duties to the Drantorian princesses. You'll see. Tonight, relax and unwind from your trip. Your sleep will be wonderful tonight, I promise. Hira, the Elixitor you met earlier, has spritzed the beds with something that will ensure your dreams are sweet, and your bodies are ready for the morning.”

I felt very tired suddenly, the long trip from the US draining me, and Sam yawned widely against my shoulder. We shuffled to a bed, shed our clothes, and slid in. Rucka shared a bed with her granddaughter, Melia, and Shira and Regina took the other. The women curled up and cuddled, and Sam and I did likewise, her small, tender pregnant teen body warm against mine. I had just the briefest thoughts of entering her before sleep overwhelmed me.

- - -

Dreams of tight pussies and exotic locales ran a marathon in my dreams. Sam was there, taking my cum in her mouth and pussy, licking and sucking the clits of anonymous beautiful women and girls. My dream-self ejaculated countless times and when I awoke, Sam and I were spooning on our sides, my cock pressed up against the young teen's asshole, leaking precum against her tight anus.

Rucka smiled above us. “Told you your dreams would be good ones. I trust you feel excellent this morning?” It was true. As Sam stretched and wiggled her ass against me, my body and mind felt more refreshed than I could recall. Nothing ached. I needed no caffeine to let my brain explore the world. My nerves tingled as my young teen lover was warm against my flesh. Life was good.

Shira's daughter pulled back the sheet covering our naked bodies and smiled at the placement of my cock. “I see you are already on your way to starting the tradition. Why don't you get us going by entering Samantha's tightest hole?”

Sam panted as her newly-pregnant body readied for my penetration. All the times I'd fucked Sam, I'd never entered her ass. I'd fucked Melia's ass, Regina's too. I'd so often needed to be sure to cum inside Sam's cunt that the thought of fucking her ass had only barely registered.

It registered hard now, and my cock throbbed between the teen's curvy butt cheeks. The precum had coated the girl's backdoor and pushing forward, I easily nestled the tip of my cock in her ass. Sam moaned at my violation, my cock opening her wrinkled anus and sliding in an inch or so. Rucka watched from the foot of the bed and soon the other women were watching as well, touching each other and beginning to get into it. The smell of horny, wet pussy hit my nose and I felt myself shiver and tense in arousal.

My dick just nestled inside Sam's ass, I leaned closer to her and took her hip in my hand, the other wrapping around her body to hold her against me. I pressed into the teen's butt, my dick slipping further inside her as Sam took in a breath and moaned out. Her tight rectum squeezed my cock as I penetrated her most private hole, a couple of inches inside her when I paused, my penis appearing to have opened the young girl's anus as wide as it would go.

“Let me.” Melia leaned over her daughter and took the base of my cock in her hand. She pulled me out of Sam's ass and brought my dick to her lips. She sucked me inside her mouth, tasting her daughter's butt on my flesh, and covered me with saliva. Melia slid my cock out and placed the tip against Sam's asshole.

I pushed in once more, sliding more easily into the tightest hole I'd ever fucked. Sam's ass was so tight I wondered how long I could hold off cumming. The heat from her ass burned on my cock as I slid into her barely-yielding hole. Sam arched her back and moaned as I penetrated where no one had fucked before. I leaned down to her ear and whispered, “I love you, Sam. I love you.” The teen grunted and pushed her ass against me, sinking my dick deeper inside her.

Melia had laid back on the bed beside her daughter, Rucka's face buried between her legs. The young mother moaned as her grandmother licked her vagina.

Shira was standing, bent slightly, straddling Regina's head. The older woman was bouncing slowly on her granddaughter's face, Regina's tongue buried in the woman's silvery-haired cunt. I could see saliva and pussy juice sliding down Regina's cheeks as Shira rose to a quick orgasm. Shira clamped down, holding her granddaughter's hair tightly, climaxing against the woman's face and covering her with her cream.

My cock throbbed inside Sam's ass as I watched the action around me. Sam moaned and I withdrew slightly before sliding my cock into her again. I felt her bowels open, warm and soft, to let my penis slide deeper. My pubic bone rested against the teen's ass crack, and my balls were hanging down onto one of her butt cheeks.

I was fully rooted in the teen's ass. I started to slowly thrust and withdraw, the tight hole gripping and twisting around my invading cock. I felt my cum rise as my balls tingled. My legs tensed and I felt a hand slip between Sam and me to feel my cock moving in and out of the girl's ass. Regina was touching us where we fucked, tickling across my shaft and Sam's anus, the wet union of our bodies bringing the scent of anal sex to the room. The 39-year old grandmother leaned closer and licked Sam's ass cheek and my hips, moving further to flick her tongue near Sam's butthole and my cock.

Regina pulled me from Sam quickly, the teen's body protesting the sudden withdrawal by clenching and grunting. My cock was soon in Regina's mouth as she tasted her granddaughter's ass, cleaning my flesh and slathering her spit on it. She licked Sam's tight backdoor, lapping her clean, before helping me slide once more into the teen's tight butt.

Sam arched her back as Regina massaged her young clit. I thrust a bit faster in and out of the teen, her anus gripping me tightly as the head of my cock slipped into her bowels. My urgency grew stronger as Sam orgasmed from the stimulation, her anus clenching and squeezing me tightly. I had trouble staying inside her as my penis expanded inside the teen's orgasming ass. Sam shuddered and bucked against me, crying out and now fingering her own clit, Regina's fingers probing her pregnant pussy.

I ejaculated. My cum shot out of my burning cock and into Sam's teen ass. Squirt after squirt of hot seed erupted from my dick, spurting into her bowels and coating her insides. Another thrust sent another shot of semen inside my teen lover's butt. Sam's ass opened a bit, slicker from my cum and slid easily up and down my length. I spasmed another shot into her, unloading completely in her backside. I could feel her ass spasming around my cock, milking every drop into her.

I held against Sam a long time before the buzzing in my body dimmed enough to allow the moans and panting and grunts of the other women to be heard. My cock throbbed in my teen lover's bowels, her tight grib unyielding and strong. I'd just unloaded in her ass, filling her guts for the first time with my seed. I wondered what Sam experienced as I fucked her and came in her butt. She was mewling and moaning, still slowly rocking her hips around my penetration. Starting like this, it was going to be a fantastic fucking day. Literally.