Breeding Kink Novels & Stories

VINCENT The image was so depraved it should have killed my erection. Instead it made me fuck her harder. Made me grip her hips and slam her down onto me while I thrust up to meet her, driving deep, deeper than last night, deeper than I knew was possible. I wanted to breed her. The word sat in my brain like a living thing. Breed. Not make love to. Not get pregnant. Breed. Like she was something feral I was putting my mark on. Something I was claiming at the most biological level — filling her with myself, planting something inside her that would grow and announce to the world that she was mine in a way that could never be undone.

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."

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.”

She nearly couldn't take it with her p*ssy stinging from the fucking and her growing arousal. "Just the beginning of your breeding," He stroked her blushing cheeks, "Oh Kiana, don't look so surprised - you knew this was coming from the start." "B-breeding!? But I didn't - Ahhh!" Kiana arched her back - The man behind her had pinched her nipples especially hard. Deliciously hard...

"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.

"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."

“Show us how much you love being our breeding toy.” I rode him fast, my tits bouncing, my swollen belly jiggling. My pussy made wet, filthy noises every time I slammed down. Kane’s knot swelled and locked us together. He filled me with another thick load, so much that some of it shot out around his knot and sprayed onto his stomach.

“Oh no baby, it’s too late for talking now, Now I’m going to show you that you belong to me. I am going to breed you until you are dripping with my cum, You are going to know who you belong to, who I belong to. You are going to become pregnant with my pup. You are going to be dripping with me. Every wolf already knows you belong to me from that mark on your neck, but apparently, I need to make sure that you know it too.” “Asher, I know!” I say, rubbing my thighs together at the thought of him breeding me. I had never thought I would have that kink, never one to yuck someone else’s yum but apparently my wolf was all for him breeding me. “My dirty girl likes the idea, don’t she.” He steps forw

The king yelled, rising to his feet immediately. "We have agreed with you since there's a way of getting an heir without a queen - You're a lycan, your royal Majesty, you rule the entire Werewolf Kingdom. The breeder we have chosen is a Tribid, she can't just get pregnant. Her body has to get used to yours only then will a connection be formed." The elders explained.

I whispered. "It will feel better in this position. I'm sorry," he whispered, running his fingers up and down my back. "Knotting is so fucking weird," I said as I looked at him. "We're like a bunch of dogs joined like this." Miall chuckled as he kissed my forehead. "It's a way for you to get pregnant; only Lycans can knot with their mates." "Pregnancy itself is already painful, so why should making a baby also be painful? I should've mated with a regular wolf," I said, and his chest rumbled as he growled. "I'm joking."