Breeding Incest Novels & Stories

“That was the whole point of the Breeding Program, right? To produce more ranked wolves?” “Yes,” I confirmed, a shiver running down my spine just thinking about what all those people must have gone through. “High-ranking wolves would impregnate human females against their wills and use the pups to replace the pups of high-ranking couples who couldn’t produce a 'proper' heir themselves,” I growled low, wondering if my own ranked father had been a part of it. Unfortunately, he died some years ago, so I couldn’t ask him. Still... “Fucking disgusting!”

VINCENT The image was so depraved it should have killed my erection. Instead it made me fuck her harder. Made me grip her hips and slam her down onto me while I thrust up to meet her, driving deep, deeper than last night, deeper than I knew was possible. I wanted to breed her. The word sat in my brain like a living thing. Breed. Not make love to. Not get pregnant. Breed. Like she was something feral I was putting my mark on. Something I was claiming at the most biological level — filling her with myself, planting something inside her that would grow and announce to the world that she was mine in a way that could never be undone.

She dropped her eyes back to the page. "Frequency of coupling shall be determined by the Sire based on the Designate's fertile windows, not to exceed once per day during non-fertile periods." Her voice went flat. This was unbelievable. "The Designate acknowledges that her primary value to the pack lies in her primal gene and her ability to produce heirs of sufficient magical potency." She stopped reading. Her hands were shaking, she pressed the page against her thigh to still them. "That's enough." she said. This was absurd, she couldn't keep reading.

The relief in his eyes could not be more obvious, the fact that he was so scared of losing me made me feel warm on the inside. He chuckled, “Yeah, I would rather not live in that kind of world. It probably would be overpopulated. Life will be tough, yeah, with genetic mutation caused from incest from brothers and sisters, fathers and daughters…ew! It won’t be long before children will be born with just heads, right?” “Right. I hope it doesn’t come to that.” I hesitated before I went for a hug, friends could still hug, right?

" My phone buzzed. Message from Richard: P.S.- One of those 156 pregnancies is special. I used embryo created from Emily's eggs and my own sperm. Yes, I created a child with my own sister's genetic material. Definitely incest since we're blood-related and I used IVF. But morally? Deliciously twisted. That child is being carried by a woman in Prague. She's 8 months pregnant. The child will be born in 4 weeks, Emily. Happy early motherhood. Again. -R I stared at the message. One hundred fifty-six children. Emily's incest baby in four weeks. Richard had done the unthinkable..

Each of these then formed the pillars of Aspena and as the children got married and had more children who got married and more children who got married, the gifts began to go through a process of natural selection. At a point, half bloods were killed and no bloods were denounced. Inbreeding began with cousins wedding each other to keep the lineage unadulterated. It festered on for a while before they were diverse enough to marry outsiders, inject them with their blood all through pregnancy to ensure the babies came out one hundred percent and it worked. Now, a few people here and there possessed traces of one or two of these gifts as descendants of the Townsend family but only the pure blood

The late-night talk turned to sex, the way it so often did. "You know," Manuela said to Marika, "I've sucked and fucked my share of guys, but when I started hitting on my own family it was like starting all over again. I really wonder if I could make it with an outsider again and get off enough to make it worth my time." "That's what they say about incest," Marika replied. "Once you start, you can't stop." "Who says?" Manuela asked with keen interest. "The books I've read about it," Marika answered with a studious tone. "Some experts claim that one of every four families have members getting it on with each other. It's actually quite common."

This wasn’t just a smear campaign—this was an execution. The comments flooding in were even worse. > "They look too much alike. The resemblance isn’t a coincidence. He’s been breeding her for years." "This isn’t just incest, this is grooming." "So, are they planning to have kids? Will they come out normal or have extra limbs?" "She walks around like she owns him, like he belongs to her. I bet she’s the one who seduced him first." "She lets him touch her in public like that? Imagine what they do behind closed doors."

Soral chokes on the word and suddenly feels like scrubbing his tongue clean; it feels as dirty as it sounds, and every fibre of his being rejects it. How can he. . . Birth? A cold sweat trickles down his spine, in his old clan, only females were allowed to breed. Having a same-sex partner was highly forbidden. People who indulge in it are usually cursed and stoned; the harsh treatment is even more severe if the male ends up developing the specialized womb due to pregnancy; most of the time, they end up being put to death or forced to leave the clan. Male pregnancies are quite rare, so it mostly never happens to people who secretly practice the act.

I asked and shook my head. "You're certain?" He asked me and I told him what I saw and heard. He was rubbing his eyes before he started laughing hysterically. My brow furrowed as I mumbled that it was gross and not that funny. He looked at me and smiled, "no it's perfect. You see incest is strictly forbidden and terms for banishment. It also means their challenges are null and void, love." I grinned brightly and clapped my hands as I jumped about happily but sobered quickly.