Breeding Kink Memes Novels & Stories

“What exactly was the treat, though? I love your tits, baby. I just thought it would be something different.” “Well, see your mother let me in on a small secret.” She said. “though you probably don’t want to hear it.” “I want to hear it, but I don’t want to think of my mother.” He chuckled. “Well, there is a small portion of women who get excited enough when breastfeeding that they have to have sex right afterward. The thought is that when they are pregnant, their partner finds their enlarged tits to be fun to play with. It kind of rewires the pleasure sense. Now breastfeeding isn’t sexual at all, but it helps some couples bond after the baby is born because it involves them all.” Kathleen s

"And it’s not about the southern silver lines." I narrowed my eyes, my posture instantly locking into a rigid, alpha stance. "Speak." "I was running a deep sweep through the internal communication logs of the dead breeders—the ones the pack elders claimed died from failed pregnancies," Killan explained, leaning over the desk, his knuckles turning white against the wood. "I managed to bypass the encrypted files in the old residential archives. Hayes... they didn't die from weakness. They didn't die because your bloodline is cursed to reject them."

September 17 Quinn has told me there are those among the wolfin' who can breed with wolfin and create a new generation. These breeders are called kin, sometimes referred to as kinfolk. Quinn was trying to explain how wolfin society works, and as best I can tell, the wolfin are created through genetics. There are recessive genes and dominant genes and they, the wolfin, can smell it on others. I still don't understand any of this; I am a little over my head, but I am learning. I have discovered something interesting though. It seems all kin are born with a mark, kind of an imprint on their body. Whether they are aware of the birthmark or birthright is unknown. I was told that all wolfin

“What kinks?” she asked with a hint of a smile. “First off the one of getting you pregnant. The idea came to me a few days ago. I looked it up and was surprised that it is a fairly well-known kink. The idea of trying for that every time we have sex started to appeal to me more and more. Then just having sex with a pregnant woman, you, over and over the thought, actually started to get me hard when I thought about it. Those two go hand in hand.” He said.

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.

“This is…” “Arousing.” She completes the word for me and lurches to my side, to the place I am staring at a woman whose cunt is full display on the camera. “People have these kinks they'd love to learn or to try.” She begins and I give her my full attention. “I was able to learn that from a few of my friends who wanted to explore that types of sex shits others don’t acknowledge, I came up with the idea of…creating a website and making it available for those that want to explore those kinda kinks. Like tying a woman to a bed with ropes or handcuffs, swatting a woman’s ass cheeks, cunt, pulling her upside down to fuck her, ways to scissor, ways to make your partner bleed and shits like that…”

He just… does it. The dots appeared instantly. Levi: That’s called breeding kink, babe. Wake up. Older men love to claim like that. He probably wants to see you knocked up. My stomach dropped. I stared at the words too long, chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. Breeding kink. The term made my thighs press together, heat flashing low, shamefully. Because if I was honest? A small, dark part of me had felt it. That thrill when he growled about me being his. That shiver when he told me he wanted me sore for days. That whisper of “mine” that made me melt even as it scared me.

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?"

Monalisa cried out as he stretched her wide. Damien fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. “This pussy belongs to Daddy,” he growled, slamming into her harder. “I’m going to breed you so full of my cum that Lucian will smell me leaking out of you for days. You’re mine to ruin, mine to fill.”

Some KINKS include: praise/size kink, degradation, brat kink, impact play, denied orgasm, forced orgasm, overstimulation, choking, filming of sexual acts, voyeurism, feet fetish, golden shower, exhibitionism, temperature play, BDSM. Some of the TROPES included: Fake-dating, Childhood friends-to-lovers, Enemies-to-lovers, teammates-to-lovers, Duty-vs-desire, and age-gap. + READERS' DISCRETION/WARNING: This is a work of fiction and not a guide to BDSM. Readers must understand the difference. I do not claim to be an expert in BDSM. All parties interested in the kinks mentioned here must conduct their own due diligence and not blindly follow everything written here.