Breeding Kink Definition Novels & Stories

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.

My throat closes around the words. “If they’re captured and forced to be a breeder,” Ella whispers. Her hand brushes against mine in silent recognition of the painful memory of my mother. I let my fingers drift over hers in the shadow of her cloak before curling my hand into a fist and shoving it into my jacket pocket. “His parents being mates is nearly impossible but true in their case.Offspring between the two species is even more impossible. It shouldn’t happen, which is why you’re so damn unbelievable.”

"These tits are mine to mark, to milk. Gonna suck them until you're begging to be bred." Breeding. The word sends a forbidden thrill through me, and he senses it, grinding his hardening cock against my belly. He reaches for the clamps, flicking one open and snapping it onto my right nipple. The bite is sharp, a jolt of fire that makes me cry out, but it morphs into throbbing pleasure as blood rushes. He attaches the second, the chain dangling between, and tugs lightly, watching my face contort. "Look at you, all trussed up and clamped. My little pain slut."

Her lips moved lower and lower until they wrapped around a nipple. I growled. “I want you to do something for me,” Sin whispered, looking up at me. “I want you to breed me.” My grip on her tightened. “Do you know what that means?” She nodded and then shook her head. “Breed you…” I slipped my hands under her shirt. “It means fucking you and knotting you until my seed takes inside your womb.” “Okay. I want you to breed me.” She lowered her head again and licked around my nipple.”Breed me alpha.”

His eyes darted over my face and lingered on my lips. “It’ll be so easy to push my cock into your pussy,” he growled as he slowly rolled his hips. “I’ll fill you up with my cum and watch my baby grow inside you.” He shuddered. “Please don’t tell me you have a breeding kink,” I whispered. “A what kink?” Ryder frowned. “A breeding kink. I read a book where the male lead was obsessed with getting the female lead pregnant. He switched out her birth-control pills with vitamin pills.”

I ask him, I wasn't against the idea, but I wanted the submissive, no matter what. "I owe you one, me and Eva have been exploring the breeding kink you know," he says with a wink, he means to make his submissive pregnant for me? "But you're a dom, the baby would be..." I say pointing to him, the baby would be dominant. "We can get her a sperm donor, I'll make sure it's a submissive little pet like the one you enjoy," he says, this seems very promising, two submissives would always breed a submissive. "And the baby would be mine?" I say all excited now, I couldn't help hide my excitement.

I moaned, my head tossing back as the pleasure began to overwhelm my fake resistance. "I know," he whispered, his hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing until my breath hitched and my eyes rolled back. He began to choke me in time with his thrusts, the lack of air making every sensation explode. "And you're going to hate me even more when I breed you. When I fill you so deep that you'll be carrying my seed for the next nine months." The mention of breeding-of the permanent consequence of our sin-made my pussy pulse with a new, frantic need. I felt my walls tightening around him, a primal reaction I couldn't control.

For some reason, my nipples tightened at his praise, making me wonder if I had praise kink. I mean—my friends always spoke about their kinks and often mentioned ‘Praise Kink.’ I asked what it was and I was told the meaning. Turns out, it was exactly how I was feeling when Daddy praised me. Slowly, his voice dragged me out of my thoughts and when I looked up at him, I found him staring at my perky nipples through the flimsy material I was putting on. “You have a praise kink.” He stated directly, his hooded gaze clashing against mine.

I know there were other factors too. Like my…niche desires. Desires that Ellyn never seemed to want to reciprocate. Yeah, I know a breeding kink is a bit of a niche thing, especially for a man who doesn’t want children. But that’s why I got snipped to begin with. I knew in my twenties that I didn’t want to have kids, and I hate condoms. A little slice here, and a little slice there, and I could have all the cream pies I wanted and then some.

“ I don't,” “ By properly breeding, if I can put it like that. To ensure that their generations keep having dominant alphas and omegas, every family member has to marry another dominant alpha or omega with purer genes than most people. By doing this, the possibility of having a recessive omega or alpha or even a beta is low,” she explained.