My Savage Captor Wants Me Pregnant!

Content Warning & Author's Note

Welcome to this story. Before you begin reading, please be aware that this is an extremely dark BL Mpreg novel. It explores heavy, sensitive themes and is intended strictly for mature audiences.

This story contains:

Graphic physical, mental, and sexual violence

Prolonged captivity and severe emotional abuse

Forced breeding, non-consensual elements, and dub-con

A deeply toxic male lead

Explicit gore, blood, and dark fantasy themes

This book does not romanticize these behaviors.

If any of these themes are triggering or uncomfortable for you, please step back and prioritize your well-being. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

For those choosing to venture forward into the dark—welcome, and enjoy the ride.

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~~Prologue—

"Wake up, little bird, you don't get to sleep while I'm inside you."

Pain. Nausea. A sickening fullness filled him like hot fire in his blood.

That was all Rosen felt when his eyes fluttered open.

A soft gasp flew from his mouth.

He was pinned face-down on warm, dark silk. His legs were torn apart, trapped under two heavy, burning thighs. Too hot. Too strong. Built to crush him.

Thick fingers shoved deep inside his raw, swollen entrance. They twisted and spread him open. It was not to prepare him. It was to mark him.

Rosen tried to crawl away. A sob caught in his throat. His fingers scraped uselessly at the wet sheets.

SLAP!

"Aaah!"

The pain burned right to his bones.

"Who said you could move, little bird?" The male behind him growled.

“Killian, haven’t you done enough? Let me go—mmmph!” Rosen’s plea came out muffled when a big hand slammed onto the back of his neck, crushing his face into the bed until he could barely breathe.

“Little bird. When are you going to learn?” Killian let out a low laugh. He pumped his fingers hard, forcing Rosen’s body open. "You begged me to breed you last night, little bird. Cried for my knot. Spread your legs and moaned my name so loud the whole house heard you."

He scissored his fingers, and Rosen shrieked.

"Now you want me to stop? Which one is the real you, hmm? The one who cries for mercy—or the one who begs for my cock?"

"It hurts..." Rosen sobbed, his face wet with tears. "Please... mercy..."

"Mercy?" Killian pulled his fingers out. Rosen gasped at the sudden emptiness, his body raw and bleeding. Then he felt it. The thick head of a heavy cock pressing against his opening.

It was scalding hot, covered in fine, microscopic ridges that felt like burning scales against his sensitive skin. It throbbed violently, ready to trap them together and flood his insides with seed.

“I said n-no more!” Rosen screamed.

“Would you look at that?” Killian slammed his hips forward.

Rosen shrieked. Split open. The thick length rammed straight into his deepest spot.

"Does a murderer get mercy?" Killian sneered. "You think you deserve it? "Look at me,"

He flipped Rosen violently onto his back.

Rosen could see him now.

Rosen stared up into golden blazing eyes. Killian’s pupils had narrowed into sharp vertical slits. His jaw shimmered with dark, terrifying scales as he leaned forward.

"You're not bred yet," he whispered, his hot breath burning Rosen’s skin. "Remember what you are, little bird. You are not my lover. You are my breeder. My vessel. My egg-warmer until you put an heir back into my bloodline."

His hips ground down, and the thick knot forced its way against Rosen’s ruined entrance, swelling to lock them together.

"I will fill you every night until it takes. Knot you until your body carries my child. And after it’s born—" His grip tightened on Rosen’s neck. "—I’ll decide if I let you live."

A fang bit into his skin. A bead of dark red blood pooled on Rosen's neck.

"So forget mercy. Forget escape. Forget dying." The Dragon’s slitted eyes glowed brighter. "You belong to me. Every drop of you."

The fangs sank deep into his neck, drinking his pain.

"No! No! Lord Killian—!" Rosen screamed, his back snapping off the bed.

The huge knot forced its way inside with a loud, sickening pop, locking them tight and trapping the burning flood deep inside him.

Killian smiled a dark, cruel smile against his bleeding neck—and the world went pitch black