Jason drifted deeper into sleep, his consciousness melting into the dreamscape Nia had crafted for him. The transition was seamless—one moment he was lying in an abandoned house, and the next...
He found himself sitting in a comfortable armchair in a living room that felt both familiar and new. Sunlight streamed through large windows, illuminating a space that resembled their old home above the bunker, but expanded, improved. Outside, he could see green grass, trees with full foliage, and a clear blue sky.
"Today's a special day," Nia's voice whispered, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
Jason nodded, somehow understanding completely. He knew where—and when—he was. Nineteen years had passed since the Collapse. The world had stabilized. Their family had grown.
His mind drifted back to the sight of four young women, their eyes shining with anticipation. It was hard to believe they were once girls, now standing at the threshold of adulthood, ready to embrace their legacy.
The door creaked open, drawing him from his thoughts. Four young women entered the room, each carrying herself with a distinct grace that reminded him of their mothers. His daughters. All of them now eighteen, the youngest having just celebrated her birthday today.
Larissa and Andrea—Lily's twins—entered first, their chestnut hair catching the sunlight. Rose, Elaine's daughter, followed with her mother's confident stride. Finally, Lizzie, Marissa's daughter and the birthday girl, entered last, her expression a mixture of shyness and determination.
Behind them came Lily, Marissa, and Elaine, their beauty matured but undiminished by the years. They stood behind their daughters, supportive and knowing.
"She's ready," Andrea said softly, her eyes locked with Jason's. "And so are we."
The oldest, Larissa, stepped forward, her voice steady. "We've waited until today for all of us to be ready. We want to do this together. The way it began. With you."
Andrea took a breath and continued. "We want to carry a part of you inside us, just like Mom did. To be bound to you forever. To be yours."
Jason stood, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and reverence. This was the moment he'd known was coming—when their shared heritage would become not just a truth but a ritual.
"I know," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I've dreamed of this day, too."
He turned to each daughter in turn, seeing not just their individual beauty but the echoes of their mothers in their faces.
Rose took a bold step forward, her gaze unwavering. "We want you to be our first and last, Daddy. No one else could ever feel this right."
Lizzie, still standing slightly behind her sisters, nodded. "I've been counting the days," she admitted softly.
"They've been planning this for months," Elaine said. "We've talked with them, made sure they understand what they're asking."
"It's their choice," Lily added. "Just as it was ours."
Jason stood, looking at each daughter in turn. He could see pieces of their mothers in them—Larissa's laugh was pure Lily, Andrea had her mother's determined chin, Rose carried herself with Elaine's quiet confidence, and Lizzie had Marissa's expressive eyes.
"I would be honored," he said, his voice thick with emotion.
The girls exchanged excited glances.
"We've prepared everything," Rose said, taking his hand. "Candles, fresh linens..."
"And we want to go down to the bunker," Larissa added. "Where it all began."
Their words were like a flame to kindling, igniting a hunger he had carefully banked until this moment.
Jason nodded, understanding the symbolism. "Then let's go." he said, his voice deep and resonant. "Let's honor our family's legacy together."
They needed no further urging. They changed into simple, symbolic clothing—soft, flowing robes that left their shoulders bare.
Then, as if moving in a dance they'd choreographed long ago, the daughters walked up the stairs inside the house towards the bunker, their mothers following.
The concrete steps leading down to the bunker door were familiar, yet tonight they took on a new significance. This descent symbolized not just a physical journey but a transition to a new phase of their shared lives—a rebirth of sorts.
The heavy door sealed behind them with a soft hiss, enclosing them in a hushed, sacred space. Soft lights glowed along the walls, guiding them to Elaine and Jason's old bedroom. It was here, in this place of safety and love, that they would honor their bond as a family.
The room was warm and inviting, the large bed carefully prepared. The daughters formed a semi-circle, their eyes shining in the soft light, nervous but unwavering in their purpose. They had come of age, and now, they stood on the threshold of becoming true heirs to their family's legacy.
Larissa stepped forward, her gaze locked with Jason's. Her body swayed under her robe as she moved with deliberate slowness, approaching like a temptress. When she stopped, inches away, he reached for her hand, their palms meeting, warm and inviting.
"I've imagined this so many times," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned in, offering a kiss.
Jason's lips met hers gently, but the kiss quickly intensified, fueled by their shared desire. As their tongues touched, he slid his hand along her jaw, tracing a path down her neck, and over the curve of her shoulder, his touch electric against her soft skin. Her robe slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, and he drew her naked body close, her breasts pressing against his chest.
"I'm yours, Daddy," she murmured between kisses, her breath hot against his skin. "All of me."
Guiding her backward, their lips still connected, he led her toward the bed. They fell onto the mattress together, their kiss deepening as they tumbled, becoming more urgent, more hungry. With gentle force, he rolled her onto her back, placing soft kisses along her jaw and down her neck, trailing lower until he reached the curve of her breasts.
"Oh, Daddy," she breathed, arching her back, her body offering itself to him. "Please, I need you inside me."
His hand slid between her thighs, finding her wet and ready. With a gentle touch, he teased her clit, earning a soft, breathy moan. Then, positioning himself, he thrust forward, sheathing himself in her warmth.
Larissa gasped, her eyes flying open. "Yes... yes, it feels so good. Claim me, Daddy. Mark me as yours."
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, savoring the tight embrace of her body. Her hands roamed his back, her hips rising to meet his with each stroke. Their eyes locked, and he saw the devotion and pleasure shining in her gaze.
"That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Take it, take all of Daddy's cock. It's yours to use."
Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip as pleasure washed over her. Her walls clenched around him, and she cried out, her body trembling in release.
He thrust deep, filling her, his own release crashing through him. With each pulse, he claimed her as his own, marking her with his seed.
As their breathing slowed, he kissed her softly, his hand stroking her hair. "My beautiful girl. So brave and perfect."
She nuzzled into his neck, her body relaxed and sated. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered, her voice filled with devotion.
The room was filled with the sounds of their gentle kisses and whispered words, a sacred space where their bond had been honored and deepened. Larissa's initiation was complete, and in the afterglow of their passion, a new chapter in their family's legacy had been written.
Andrea's bold gaze locked onto Jason, her expression one of raw, unapologetic desire. With a confident stride, she closed the distance between them, her sister's shy hesitance a stark contrast to her own assertive nature.
"My turn, Daddy," she purred, her eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and long-awaited anticipation. "I've been so patient, waiting for you."
There was no need for guidance or reassuring words; her movements spoke for themselves as she shed her robe without hesitation, revealing her exquisite body. Her every step oozed feminine allure, and as she crawled onto the bed, her eyes flicked down to his still-erect cock, a subtle smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Come to Daddy, baby," he said, his voice rough with arousal. "I've been waiting, too. I need you."
She wasted no time, straddling him and lowering herself onto his lap with a moan. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his thickness, and she began to ride him with slow, deliberate movements, savoring every inch of him.
"Oh, yes," she sighed, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the sensation. "It feels even better than I dreamed."
Jason reached up to cup her full breasts, his thumbs teasing her erect nipples as she set a steady, relentless pace. Their gazes locked, and he saw the reflection of his own hunger in her eyes—a mirror of his deepest desires.
"You like that, baby girl?" he growled, his voice thick and hoarse with need. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she rode his cock, her pussy clenching around him. "You like it when Daddy fills you up?"
"Yes," she moaned, her hips picking up the pace, driven by his relentless touch. "Oh, God, yes! It's perfect. Breed me, Daddy. I need your cum inside me. Mark me as yours."
Her words sent a shockwave through him, and he held her tight, his cock twitching as he thrust upward, burying himself balls-deep. With a savage growl, he spilled himself into her, flooding her pussy with his seed.
"Ahhh! Fuck!" she cried out, her body shuddering as her walls clenched and released around him. Her release washed over her, leaving her trembling and breathless.
He kissed her neck, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin. "That's it, baby girl. Take my cum. You're mine now. Daddy's lil slut."
Their heavy breathing mingled, a contrast to the tender kiss he pressed against her lips. "I love you, Andrea," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Never forget that."
She nuzzled into him, her body still vibrating with pleasure. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered back, her breath tickling his neck. "Only ever you, Daddy. Only yours."
Rose approached, her eyes shining with a mix of emotions. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, biting her lip as she took in the scene before her. Then, with a determined step, she joined them on the bed, her youthful curves and shy enthusiasm a stark contrast to her sister's confident allure.
"You sure about this, baby?" Jason asked gently, his hands resting on her slim waist.
She nodded, her gaze unwavering. "I am, Daddy. I want this. I want to be yours, just like Mom." Her voice was steady, but her hands trembled slightly as they rested on his chest.
A soft smile played on his lips as he cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. "You already are, baby. But we're gonna make it official. You understand?"
She nodded again, her eyes never leaving his. As he guided her down onto the bed, she reached up, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips met, tongues dancing in a slow, passionate dance. Her hands roamed his body, exploring the contours of his muscles, her touch both curious and eager.
He growled low in his throat, his desire for her burning hot and relentless. "You have no idea how irresistible you look, my baby girl," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
"Please, Daddy," she whispered back, her hands sliding down to grip his ass. "I need you. I need all of you inside me."
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing her wet folds. "You're sure you're ready, baby? It's gonna hurt."
She nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I want it to hurt, Daddy. I want to feel it. I want to remember this moment forever."
He pressed forward, slowly sheathing himself in her tightness, and she gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he eased deeper, her breath catching with each inch.
"Does it hurt too much?" he whispered against her throat, pausing to let her adjust.
"No," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
He set a slow, relentless pace, his thrusts deliberate and purposeful. He wanted to give her pleasure, to brand himself into her memory. The way she whimpered beneath him, her body quivering with each thrust, drove him wild.
"That's it, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes glazed with desire. "Make your mark. Claim me as yours." Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, drawing him deeper. "I've wanted this for so long."
His control frayed at her words, his hunger cresting. "You feel so fucking perfect," he groaned, increasing his pace. "So tight, so wet for me."
"Only for you," she gasped, arching her back. "Always for you."
"You're mine, baby," he growled, his voice rough with need. "All mine." He gripped her hips harder, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
"I'm yours, Daddy," she cried out, trembling beneath him. "Only yours. Forever yours."
With a few more desperate thrusts, he spilled himself into her, marking her as his own, his body shuddering with release as she clung to him, their bodies joined completely.
As their breathing slowed, he held her close, nuzzling into her neck. "You did amazing, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "So fucking amazing."
She kissed him softly, her lips lingering on his. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered. "Always and forever."
The last was Lizzie, the youngest. Though she had just turned eighteen, her body had blossomed, and her desire for him was no less fierce than her sisters'.
As she approached, her eyes shone with a mixture of shyness and longing. She nervously twisted a lock of hair around her finger, her robe falling to the floor, baring her body to his gaze.
"You're so beautiful, baby," he murmured, reaching out to take her hand. "And so brave. I'm so proud of you."
She stepped closer, allowing him to pull her into his arms. He kissed her gently, his hands roaming her body, igniting a fire within her.
"I want you, Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I want to be yours. To feel you inside me."
His heart hammered in his chest as he claimed her lips, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. Her hands clutched at his back, her body molding perfectly to his as he lowered her onto the bed.
"I want you to make love to me," she breathed, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I want to feel it in every and deepest parts of me. So I always remember this moment."
"Are you sure, baby?" he asked, brushing her hair from her face. "There's no rush."
"I've never been more sure of anything," she said, her voice steadier now. "Please, Daddy. I need you."
He nodded, his own eyes shining with emotion. "Then we'll take it slow, baby. I'll make it good for you."
He eased into her, his pace unhurried as he savored the sensation of her body yielding to his. She bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping as he paused, letting her adjust to his size.
"It's alright, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Keep going. I want you... all of you."
He obliged, thrusting forward with a gentle but firm motion, burying himself within her. She cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain crossing her face as her body trembled in response.
"Shh, it's okay, baby," he soothed, his lips brushing against hers. "Let me take care of you. Does it hurt?"
"A little," she admitted, her breath coming in short gasps. "But it's a good hurt. A really good hurt. Don't stop, Daddy. Please."
He set a deliberate pace, his thrusts slow and purposeful, claiming her inch by inch. Her body clenched around him, her moans filling the room as pleasure washed over her.
"Yes... oh, yes, Daddy," she breathed, her hips rising to meet his. "It feels so damn good. I want you to fill me up. I want to feel you come inside me, marking me as yours."
"You want Daddy to make you his?" he groaned, his rhythm quickening as her words stoked his desire. "You want me to breed you, baby? Make you carry my child?"
"Yes," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving little crescent moons. "I want it. I need it, Daddy. I need to feel you flooding me. I'm so close, Daddy. Please don't stop."
He lost himself in the moment, her words pushing him past the brink. A few more thrusts and he exploded into her, his release claiming her as his.
He held her close, his breath hot against her ear. "That's it, baby. Now you're truly mine. My little breeding slave."
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her body shaking as tears of pleasure and emotion slid down her cheeks. "I'm your slave. Breed me, Daddy. Mark me as yours forever."
As Jason's post-coital haze began to clear, he found himself surrounded by the warm, sated bodies of his daughters. They were tangled together, limbs intertwined, their satisfied breathing forming a soft symphony.
Andrea traced idle patterns on his chest, her eyes heavy-lidded. "That was..."
"Incredible," Rose finished, snuggling closer.
"Beyond words," Lizzie whispered, nuzzling into his shoulder.
Larissa nodded, her hand resting on his heart. "I feel..." She trailed off, searching for the right word.
"Complete," he supplied, his voice quiet but steady.
They nodded, their eyes shining.
"Now we're truly yours," Andrea whispered, her fingers playing with the hair on his chest.
"Always," he agreed, his voice rough with emotion. "You're mine, and I'm yours. Just like your mothers are."
Just then, the bedroom door opened, and their mothers—Elaine, Lily, and Marissa—entered, their eyes soft and knowing.
"How are my girls doing?" Elaine asked, her eyes sparkling with pride and affection.
"Incredible, Mom," Rose replied, snuggling deeper into the pile of bodies. "Just... incredible."
"And Daddy?" Lizzie added, her voice muffled as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
"He was perfect," Andrea said, her eyes flicking to Jason. "Just like we knew he'd be."
Jason smiled, his hand resting gently on Lizzie's back. "I just did what any father would do. I gave my daughters what they needed."
Their quiet conversation dissolved into a mix of satisfied murmurs and soft laughter.
"I love you all," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
"We love you, Daddy," they chorused back, their voices blending in a harmonious melody.
"Simulation complete," Nia's voice whispered, soft and almost amused, "I trust you're... satisfied, Jason."