Breeding Kink Definition Novels & Stories

I researched it before, but I know without a shadow of a fucking doubt that I’ve got a breeding kink. I want to fuck Erin raw until she’s so full of my come, she’ll get pregnant again and again for the rest of her life. “Can you control your dick for maybe, five seconds? It’s really not much to ask,” Nero sighs, annoyed at the boner we were now sporting. Fuck that. Erin was like a walking aphrodisiac before, but now that she’s got my fucking pup inside of her, I want to breed her again and again until she can’t walk without feeling phantom thrusts of my cock.

Sabrina said. "What do you mean?" you asked. "I dunno. I think I'm just over-sexed today or something, but the idea of you fucking Gemma behind my back was kinda hot, and so was you taking my ass. Even the idea of you breeding Gemma gave me this little thrill." "Yeesh, you are over-sexed," you chuckled. "I think the term 'knocked up' would be more appropriate." "Not in kink-speak," Sabrina smirked. "What, does breeding make you uncomfortable?"

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

They do not lose their power; they simply choose to place it in hands they trust implicitly. I wrote for two solid hours. I dismantled the myth that kink was devoid of romance, explaining how the meticulous negotiation of boundaries was, in fact, the most profound expression of intimacy. I detailed the neurological realities of subspace, demystifying the chemical drop and elevating it from a taboo secret to a beautiful, documented human experience. When I reached the end of the post, I didn't sign it The Advocate. I typed: Cassandra Monroe. "You are dropping the shield."

Her breath hitches and I know without a doubt that she is about to come. When she bites my neck to silence her moans, I am not having any of that. I need to hear her moans to know that I'm doing a good job. I have what people might call a gratification kink or maybe it's a praise kink but since she is out of it right now, I'll settle for her noises.

The absence of it was a great motivator. “The King has breeders in the coven. These are theirs. Those closest to the King are given breeders whenever they want to sate their needs. They are then given extra privileges if they successfully impregnate the breeders.” That was really fucking disgusting. If he had not already been dead then I would have killed him myself for the utter fucking bullshit that he was actively allowing and encouraging. ‘Please get rid of these two while I check on the babes,’ I linked my mates who both answered ‘with pleasure’ at the exact same time. I supposed that was what happened when they shared a mind since Dante was thirteen years old.

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.

“He must’ve known you were one of those breeders.” “Breeders?” Ken winced at the disgust of the word. “Yeah. Her scent attracts vampires letting them know who is able to breed with them thus creating more half breeds and more prisoners if we don't do anything. The vampires call it ‘bloodline’ to make it less horrific sounding than it is.” She said to them as she stood up. “I can’t have vampires running all over the world now, can we?” “Wait, where are you going?” Emil stood then too, as she was about to exit.

“—Seven female omegas, unmarked, unclaimed, between the ages of 19 and 23. Registered under the breeder clause for repopulation purposes.” The word hit me like a whip across the back. “Breeders?” I echoed. Quiet. Dangerous. Danil paused. “Yes, Alpha.” My body moved before my thoughts caught up. In a flash of air, I crossed the room with my wolf speed, grabbed the front of Danil’s shirt and slammed him against the wall so hard the portraits rattled off their nails. He choked out a breath, stunned. His eyes widened as I pressed him into the stone, my grip vice-like, my eyes burning.

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.