Breed Me Novels & Stories

Bio: “Your favorite MILF next door with a breeding fetish. Cum play with me, daddy. Exclusive vids, customs, and more. No PPV for my loyal breeders.” Breeding fetish? What the fuck? I scrolled, breath shallow. Thumbnails of videos: “Breeding My Step-Bro,” “Creampie Compilation,” “Impregnate Me POV.” My dick twitched despite the shock. This was her? My future sister-in-law? I clicked a preview clip before I could stop myself. Sam on screen, naked except for thigh-high stockings, on all fours. A guy behind her—faceless, just a cock—pounding away. Her moans were the same ones I heard through the walls, but dirtier. “Fill me up, baby. Breed this tight pussy. Make me yours.”

I sat up, swinging my hair to my back. "Actually, I will like to advise you. It seems like the king has given up on you already. He might find another breeder. Isn't that what you wanted? Just forget about him, you are a free bed now." I could perceive the hint of joy in Meemaw's voice as she spoke but I was so upset. "You can't understand. Maybe I don't want to become a breeder, but I don't want his highness to hate me."

I took that as a silent challenge, and decided to go straight to the point. "I'm in your room." I repeated, looking down at her petite form. No, she wasn't petite. She could actually pass for a tall lady, but compared to my rather huge physique, she was small. Very small. "I want you to be my breeder." I let it out, releasing a sigh in my head. "Pardon?" She said, her forehead gradually creasing into folds. "I said I want you to be my breeder. That's the offer I'm putting on the table."

But I could breed resolve. I would protect my children. I would keep the pack. I would make a future that a king could not buy.

The word stuck in my mind. “It is exactly what you expect. Produce an heir,” the long haired old man said. “Alpha Keeran is cursed, never to have a mate. That's your purpose, to be his breeder. So-” he stood up and walked towards me and before I could even move, I heard a clicking sound around my neck. “That’s a brand, a brand you belong to our pack and no one shall touch you except Alpha Keeran. It was a choker with a gold pendant, a ‘breeder’ alphabet.

I muttered. “You asked why I bought you? well, Amelia… I have purchased you as a breeder, I believe you have inherited some special genes from your father which can only be activated in a male son, so I want you to bore me an heir, I want you to make me a powerful baby and help me secure my throne.” He announced. There was silence between us and then I burst into laughter, trying not to bury my face in the dish. The irony of it all! From a maltreated lost orphan Princess to a Breeder for the Alpha King.

“Sorry, I don't understand.” I answered, feeling really puzzled by his words. I didn't understand what a breeder was. “What is a breeder?” Ulric sighed, but not as if running out of patience, but more as in ‘ok, let me explain it’. “Breeder is like a surrogate. Do you get it now?" I shook my head from one side to the other. “You're going to give each of the three of us a baby. You will bear the heirs of our packs. The next Alphas.”

She was a rather comely free breeder to whom he was instantly attracted - a weakness he couldn't seem to purge. Yes, the union between the Alpha Clone Marcius-Six and Legion General Angela Malta had legitimized such relationships, for liberals in any case, but not for Six, who came from a more traditional background in which unmediated breeding was subject to a range of sanctions that included expulsion, condemnation, and shunning. All of which should have reduced his ardor, but seemed only to fuel it, adding to the politician's misery. The clone froze the video on a tight shot of Sophie's face, studied the symmetry of her features, and felt the first signs of arousal. The voice was both har

I began to claw at him but it was useless. "Listen carefully little human," he said. His voice was soft but there was steel underneath it. "You are mine now. Your body. Your breath. Your blood. All of it belongs to me. You can fight. You can scream. You can hate me with everything you have. But in the end you will submit. Because that's what breeders do." Tears burned at the corners of my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.

I mean, I don't want to get married and have any mates. "How is that a good news?" I asked, my face frowning harder than usual. "Come on man. You finally found a mate," he commended "I never was in search of a mate," I corrected. "Well, you still let her stay, didn't you?" he asked. "Well, yes. She would be my breeder," I responded. Max's face paled. "What do you mean breeder?" he questioned. "Breeder. She would bear my kids and nothing more," I said flatly and smiled. It seems like a good plan.