Breeding Kink Books Novels & Stories

Before long I was deep throating him, I could feel the piercings rubbing on the roof of my mouth and tongue, and I could only imagine what it would feel like inside of me. ‎When he began to moan out loud, the good girl in me felt immense satisfaction. I have a praise kink, so I always did anything to get my partner to praise me and call me a good girl. ‎ ‎I always want to be daddy's good girl. ‎ ‎My hands did not stay still either; I took the time to stroke the taut muscles in his legs and squeeze his tight ass that I have stared at for so long, until now... Then I reached up to fondle his balls, touching lightly and working on them with my fingers as my mouth worked on his pierced c**k.

A flush crept over her skin, uninvited and electric. “There is to be absolutely no breeding during that time,” he added, tone flat and non-negotiable. That word. Breeding. It sent a shiver through her, visceral and uninvited. Her thighs pressed together without thinking. And yet… it was accurate, wasn’t it? That was what they were discussing. What they intended. No medical metaphors or vague euphemisms could disguise the raw reality of it. There was no other word for what they wanted her for.

Claimed by The Arrogant Alpha . Chapter 101: oh the mating continues . Jessica’s breath caught and her whimper mixed with Kai’s groan of satisfaction, eyebrows furrowed as she kept herself under control – careful not to become too rough. “I want your knot, Alpha. Want you to knot me again and again until I’m filled with your cum – want to have your pups and be yours for – oh, fuck,” Jessica trembled as Kai pinched her nipples, puffy from her heat, preparing to be bred.

“You’re going to Kink then?” I nodded. Kink was the local BDSM club that I helped to run, they catered to the wolves with a taste for the rougher, kinkier side of sex. Some of the members were human as mates were not restricted to their own kind. l didn’t mind. I wasn’t against mates in whatever form they came in. The world, at times, was extremely cruel. For a wolf to find their one true mate was a gift that few enjoyed. Some men stopped looking for their mates and settled down with the next best thing. The only problem with settling down for the next best thing was when they finally stumbled upon the woman destined to be theirs.

Leaving her breasts momentarily, he took the band from her hair and let the burnished curls fall across them like a veil. Karen stood perfectly still, legs pressed together, and Kan stroked her mound of Venus gently, seductively, inserting a finger along the dark fissure which opened like a flower under the knowing caress. He was a master of sensuality, a student of ancient books of all kinds, particularly those that dealt with the language of love. His knowledge of the female body was extensive, and he took pride and delight in playing it like a finely tuned instrument.

Mine. He shoved his hands into his pockets. He wouldn’t scare her off by being too aggressive, he told himself. He wouldn’t frighten her with how much he wanted to squeeze her breasts in the palms of his hands, how much he wanted the grind his c-ck into her, until he was sure that he spilled against the entrance of her womb in a weird newly discovered breeding kink. Her eyes were like those of a siren’s, he thought as his heart began to race and he swallowed heavily. Those eyes wanted to suck him in, begged him to do the most depraved things his hormones could imagine, and then some.

his hips snap forward and the thrust is so deep I taste metal in the back of my mouth. He fucks me face to face with his hand on my neck and his grey eyes locked on mine and the intensity of his stare while his cock drives into me is more intimate than it is punishing. His pace is brutal, his hand controlling my air. He drives in so deep my eyes roll. “What the others don’t understand is that breeding isn’t a competition. It’s a decision. And your body already decided it’s my seed that’ll impregnate you.” From beside the bed, the five men are stroking themselves. Karl releases my throat and grabs my legs and pushes them back until my knees touch the mattress beside my ears.

My heart hadn’t stopped racing at the thought, and I needed to talk to someone about it. Someone needed toconvinceme that the thought was crazy, right? A breeding kink and pregnancy werenotthe same thing. “Come on, Elise,” I whispered into my phone, looking back at my closed bedroom door to make sure nobody walked in on me. “Answer the goddamn phone. I need reassurance, and these guys are not helping!” The line rang and rang and rang, and then,finally,Elise answered the phone, the background noise loud on the other side.

My family would have been humiliated. So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed. And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick. The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them. And I'm keeping it that way. Because this arrangement works. I get the hard rough sex I crave. I get variety. I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation.

"Such a good little prey. Born for this." "Yes." I'm babbling, half out of my mind. "Born for this. Made to be caught. Made to be fucked." "Made to be bred." He reaches around to find my clit. "That's what you really want, isn't it? To be filled up and bred like an animal in the dirt." The words send a shock of heat through me. "Yes. God, yes. Breed me, Raff, please." "Fuck." His rhythm falters. "You can't say things like that."