Breeding Kink Memes Novels & Stories

Mason weeps. He pulls Mason’s out of the closet, slamming it shut as he throws Mason on the bed. He folds him into half, his face between his own knees as Amir fucks back into him. Mason moaned loudly, his eyes seeing stars. “Taking my knot will hurt,” Amir rubs Mason’s face with our thumb, pressing it into Mason’s mouth as he immediately latches on it, suckling our thumb as our hips don’t stop slapping against his, “I need to breed this ass,” He spanks harder now, our hips unstoppable and steady as we are spilling our cum inside Mason. I couldn’t stop cumming and it didn’t help that my knot began forming. Our body recognizes that this is our mate and the urge to breed and mark him is so pot

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.”

But did that mean it didn't happen? He'd also never heard of an Orangelo omega breeding with an outsider and producing more omegas. They usually had kits the color of their mate. Even birthing a no-fur was rare. Maybe one in a hundred kits. To get more omegas, Orangelos had to breed with each other or a compatible no-fur. Though they could not impregnate each other, Orangelo omegas could seed a no-fur with kits. No one understood the science, but Orangelos liked to fuck enough that there was plenty of evidence about who could and couldn't get knocked up by whom.

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.

"Have you been listening at all?" "No." I said under my breath, toying with the silk of my emerald-green evening gown under the table. He hadn't heard me. "Your breeder. He has been chosen. Quite a process—" He rattled on and on about the significance and the history behind the event. A male breeder was unheard of, he said. So rare that no one alive today would have borne witness to such a notion. Breeders were always women. They almost always came from dire situations, regardless of their status within their packs. My mother had been a breeder and an Alpha's daughter. She shared her entire story with me when the details of my future were being pieced together.

I finally managed to ask. "I have been searching for a breeder for a long time, someone who can provide me with the perfect offspring. When I saw you at the auction, I knew that you were the perfect match for me." I scoffed softly, feeling a mix of anger and fear. "Use me as a breeder, and then what? What happens when you finally have no use for me anymore? Will you just kill me? It's better if you just kill me now than force me into doing something I don't want to do."

I pressed my lips together. They were paired with selected human females — not for companionship, the record was careful to clarify, but for reproduction. The goal was to maintain and grow the human population at a rate sufficient to meet pack breeding demands. Once the contribution phase was complete, males were transferred directly to labor assignments. Transfer is permanent, the record noted. Contact between male contributors and their offspring or female counterparts is neither facilitated nor permitted, as emotional attachment represents a management risk. I sat very still. Elijah had been through this.

His eyes were wild, his hair was a mess from me yanking on it, and he kept muttering over and over, “Kitten, breathe. You’re strong. And in my head I was screaming, If you say breathe one more time I will stop breathing just to spite you. I shouted in his face, “Damon, I hate you right now! I swear I do! I can’t even walk properly anymore because of you and your obsession with breeding me like some damn rabbit!”

I had Val get on her knees & suck us all as we stood over her. I still get turned on til this day thinking about how gorgeous she looked in the middle of us four, sucking dicks, in this camper, dimly lit by the porno making slurping noises, the spit trickling down her tits, as she alternated between four dicks. We'd reach down, rub on her pussy, lightly smack her on the ass. There was a couple of moments, I'd stand back, go over to the table, do a "bump", take a shot of whiskey, purposely taking my time getting back to the action.

I shrug my shoulders and watch Kayla's eyes glaze over while she links my mom. Linking, or mindlinking, is a form of communication that we have as members of the same pack. We can also use it to make public announcements. I suddenly feel a knocking in my brain and I already know who it's going to be when I open the link. "Hi mom. I know you want to do something special for my birthday, but don't. The best thing you can do for me is be home when I get home from school and spend the evening with me. That's all I want." My mom sighs, "Abby, I just want to make it special for you. It could be your last birthday at home for a few years. And what if your mate is in our pack. I would love to know w