Breeding Kink Books Novels & Stories

And since then, I've been very diligent with my pills. I love seeing men on their possessive side and every time they come inside me they give me their look, all bad boy and dominant. Their stronghold would lull me after each climax while my body takes in their loads. I've never been into breeding kinks, but these brothers were giving me another level of arousal when one day Grady came inside me and pushed his load back in then Percy did the same after his brother. I would be on cloud nine when they were back to my side pulling me in their arms and it never took long for me to fall asleep afterward.

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.

I watched the tension ease and felt my own chest settle. Adrian moved to soft limits — public play with discretion, heavier degradation, watersports — all marked as negotiable only after clear discussion. Then he reached the kink lists. “These are the activities both of you said you wanted. Impact play, biting, marking, hair pulling, light choking, edging, orgasm control, prostate play, praise and degradation, bondage, anal training, sensory play, ownership rituals, breeding kink, cum play. On your side specifically: receiving pain, being manhandled, forced fullness, the stretch of his cock plus fingers, the desire to work up to something larger, water inflation, gaping with toys. Everything

I meant what I said about making tonight really special. We have been making love to her together, my brothers and I, and I have always wanted to try something different with her on my own. On that note I even downloaded lots of dirty romance books online just to know what kinky game she would like in bed. At the thought, a particular style and pattern I read about a mafia and his sex pet crossed my mind and my smirk turned into a wide grin. I can't wait to practice all that I have learnt with her and I pray to the moon goddess that she wouldn't find it gross.

I tell her as I kiss the top of her head, as my cock finally stops pulsating. I wait until I soften before pulling out, repeatedly shoving my cum that started escaping inside her well-used pussy. I never knew I had a breeding kink until this moment. Maybe it is just Tess who is the reason for it. But, whatever it is, I am so in for it. Before I change my mind, I get the washcloth hot again and clean her up. Then, slipping her shorts back on and putting on the tank top she was wearing, I gently cradle her to my chest and take her back to our room.

It was warm and thick, making her skin crawl. “No.” “Check her for the item.” Hands began to pat down her sides, roughly grabbing and pulling her limbs aside before fumbling beneath her torn cloak, then shirt. They groped her non-sexually for no one desired an Omega and they were perhaps the least sexually assaulted species in the wolf kingdom. Who would want to breed a population loathed by many, if not all? “Nothing,” muttered one of them and their hands left her briskly.

My cock sprang out, hard, throbbing, hungry. And she... leaned down. I knew what she was going to do. And yet... I couldn't stop her. Her hot tongue touched the tip of my cock, slow, teasing. I let out a heavy sigh, clenching my fists against the bed. Gods, was she out of control? She licked the head, circling it with her tongue, exploring every throbbing vein. My hips moved involuntarily. My breathing turned into a low growl. Then she tried to take more... but it was difficult.

“You are overthinking this, my lady. During the mating ritual, your desires and theirs cease to exists, and only one thing takes hold. The insatiable urge to merge. You forget who you are. They do too. A secret? You’re not the only one who’s frightened. The males like to act like they have it all under control, but they do not, because the mating ritual is the only time they lose all sense of self completely. They will be just as vulnerable as you. That, is not rape.” “What kind of logic is that?!” I yell. Then I peer down at my gown. A silky bright pink material that clings to my now sweaty skin. The corset bites into my ribs, cinching my waist and pushing my breasts so high, the pink of my

The words send a shock through my body. My pussy clenches violently around the leader’s cock. "Oh fuck,” he groans. “She liked that. She liked hearing about being bred.” He pounds me harder. “That’s right, little bitch. That’s what animals do. They breed. They get filled with cum. They make babies.” He slams deep, grinding. “That’s what’s happening to you right now. We’re breeding you. Pumping you full of cum. Maybe one of us will take.”

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.