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During the Hen Party, Sara had done a bit of reconnaissance on pretty much all of the women who would be at the wedding. She had been able to take time with almost every one of them for a girls chat. One of the more interesting ones was Tiff. You and Sara decide that Tiff(any) is a good candidate for your next fuck. Sara thinks she'll be one of the most accepting of your potential mates here. She tells you about the young woman talking about beauty in the cycle of life during a girls night. The girl was somewhat stereotypical... she slept in a coffin, drove a hearse, and loved graveyards. Sara had challenged the girl to a drinking competition as part of the games for her bachelorette party. Sara now knew that Tiff though it was incredibly arousing to have sex in graveyards. She got off on the dichotomy of exhibition and privacy in such locales. Tiff had later (after more than a few shots of tequila) confessed that the idea of making life in defiance of **** just made her wet. Eventually, Tiff had further expressed disdain at the wedding, she had her suspicions at it's intent and wanted no part in her families (somewhat) open secret of farcical plays at love. She had gone off on a tangent about how love shouldn't simply be an exercise in pragmatism as much of her family seemed to treat it. The girl felt that romance was important and necessary for a successful relationship. If it was just business arrangements revolving around sex... she wanted no part in the endeavor. Then Sara had mentioned you during a game of "never have I ever" and how Tiff suddenly seemed less disinterested in her own role in the wedding when told about (some of) your sexual exploits and prowess.

You're game because you want to see just how much contrast there would be between Tiff's pale skin and your alabaster seed dripping from her sex. The thought of it swimming around in her baby chamber looking for an egg to fertilize made you hard. It didn't hurt that the girl also had an amazing pair of perky breasts. They might not be the biggest, but they were certainly enough. You imagine gobbling them up as you slide your erection into her tomboyish body... grabbing hold of her slim hips and pulling her firmly against you, grinding as deep as possible... Enough fantasy... for now...

You continue to discuss strategy with Sara. Things probably would be relatively easy with her... but you might need a little bit of help convincing her that you weren't just going to get into her pants as a potential way to get access to some of her family fortune. You truly had zero interest in this families money... all you wanted access to were the warm fertile valleys they had in abundance as places for your seed to settle down in and grow. You also wanted to see all of those beautiful valleys filling up as your seed took root. That meant building relationships with these women... more specifically a Harem...

Although... if the sheer amount of cousins, aunts, uncles and other relations you've seen in this place were any indication, it seemed an almost familial requirement for every scion to grow the family by at least five if possible. Assuming everything you and Sara had been strategizing would go as planned, you were attempting to graft a significant branch of this family tree with your own DNA. So it was possible, you might need to form a more permanent relationship with someone in this family as a bridge for them considering their familial ties. Tiff might be your in... or at least she could potentially point you in the right direction if she felt that a relationship with you might be too hypocritical.

Now you just needed to start plowing fields. Your seed would take care of the rest.