Breeding Kink Memes Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNINGS A-Z A: Alpha Dominance, Aggressive Mating, Anatomical Impossibilities That Work Anyway Expect dominant supernatural beings who don't ask permission twice. Mating that's rough, primal, and intense. Bodies that stretch and accommodate in ways that shouldn't be possible but feel incredible anyway. B: Breeding Obsession, Biting Everywhere, Bondage With Tails/Tentacles/Vines, Blood As Foreplay Creatures driven by instinct to breed and claim. Fangs and teeth marking skin in every sensitive spot. Restraints that aren't rope or handcuffs but living appendages. Blood-sharing as intimacy and feeding.

And tonight he had kissed me like a man who had already felt the crack and hated it. Somewhere beyond the wing the council was still arguing over whether the arrangement invited violence. Somewhere the people who had scheduled a gap and written a story for my corpse were adjusting their plans. Somewhere Jörgen and Yvonne were still breathing under the older layer of a frame that no longer fully protected them. Inside this room the breeding contract had just become more dangerous than the written terms had ever managed on their own. Because the King who needed my blood had started to want something the oath had been designed to kill.

I stepped in with a big crown sketched on my face, I also didn't miss the chance to bang the door close when I entered. “Here I am?” I cut the lady off before she could speak, not bothering to spare her a glance. The only person I'm focused on right now is Derek. “Melanie, this is Katherine, King Derek's current breeder.” Beta Edward began, pointing me out. Current breeder? Suddenly, all hope drowned inside my chest, a look of distress etched on my face. I have lost every chance I can ever get. Silly of me to think the moon goddess would shower a little mercy on a poor soul like me. But then…

She is a bloody nosy fuck; of course I couldn't give two fucks about advice, but she wasn't giving me any chance to ignore either. “Kade isn't the type to stay stuck on one thing or person; I bet he'd get bored of you easily, so my best advice is to enjoy being a surrogate? Breeder? while it lasts; the name is better than an omega.” she whispered Her words were venomous, burnt through me; I felt rage like no other. She would play second fiddle all she wanted to try as hard as she could to make me jealous, but soiling my family name was above the line.

, they all were involved in an unauthorized military camp, where they were trained to be assassins. Also, they laid claims that the camp was owned and sponsored by one of the richest men in our city. They refuse to disclose the location of the camp or the owner of the camp. In their interviews, they explained how they were kidnapped to join the camp, and during their stay in the camp, some were killed or sold. Some went missing, after discovering that they were not humans but werewolves, and some testified that the only way they could identify themselves was through the use of tattoos on their fingers. Others testified that they were molested in the camp by the male workers or trainers,

"Wash them. And do it properly, or else." "Or else what?" I challenged, tired of being pushed around. "Or else," she leaned in, her eyes flashing with malice, "I'll make your life even more miserable than it already is. Trust me, I have ways." "Fine," I muttered, clenching my fists at my sides. "I'll do it." "Good," she said, smirking triumphantly. "Oh, and by the way, I'm auditioning to be one of the Alpha King's breeders. Can you imagine? Me, with all that power and prestige? It's going to be fabulous."

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.”

"Poison kills the body. She wanted his body alive. She used a synthetic heat-inducer." Kenzo dropped the combat knife. It clattered loudly on the concrete floor. "A what?" Kai demanded. "It's a black-market drug," I explained. I rubbed my temples. A vicious headache started to form behind my eyes. "It's highly illegal. It forces a Lycan into a feral mating frenzy. It burns away all human logic. It turns the brain off entirely. It leaves only the starving beast behind." "Why would she do that?" Kenzo asked, his voice full of disgust.

A spark of hope ignited within, and I knew nothing could go wrong with having him by my side, “Mate!” Kira giggled excitedly, and I felt everything plunge downward at the next word he uttered out of his lips, “You must be the breeder, destined to bear my child.” I shook my head, I have heard stories about one's mates and I have also had different ways I wanted my first time to be, “I am not a breeder; I am your mate!”I insisted, He chuckled, dismissing my protest. “A breeder you are and a breeder you shall be.”

Or that’s what it felt like to him. “You can’t be serious. They are trying to limit who can reproduce with who. All that purity of race stuff. Any gene pool collapses after a while.” This was something Becky learned about when she was studying about purebreds and the process of breeding. Who didn’t know about the Hapsburg chin or the Russian royal family anemia?