Breeding Kink Novels & Stories

I'd done some research on it and I found out I had a breeding kink. I had a lot of kinks I didn't know about and I was certain I was going to find more. It was all because of them. They were helping me embrace myself. I loved it.

I ask him, I wasn't against the idea, but I wanted the submissive, no matter what. "I owe you one, me and Eva have been exploring the breeding kink you know," he says with a wink, he means to make his submissive pregnant for me? "But you're a dom, the baby would be..." I say pointing to him, the baby would be dominant. "We can get her a sperm donor, I'll make sure it's a submissive little pet like the one you enjoy," he says, this seems very promising, two submissives would always breed a submissive. "And the baby would be mine?" I say all excited now, I couldn't help hide my excitement.

“Do you mind if I look at the paperwork for these before I make the trek?” I opened my eyes very slightly to look at the three males. The minotaur was leaner than the one who bit me; he had a human face above a thick neck and horns sticking out of his temples. Geal and Vinko were both standing with their hands on their sword hilts. Vinko pulled out a paperwork pouch. “The two in the middle are sisters from the same dam and sire. The ones on the end are from the same sire but different dams. We are picking up a new breeding bull. If you want to wait here, we’ll travel back with you and make the introduction,” Vinko offered.

“Maybe. Eventually. Not right now, but… maybe.” “I would worship you.” Thalassor rolled us so I was beneath him again, his tentacles already exploring my sensitized flesh. “Would keep you safe and satisfied, fill you with my seed until it took, watch you swell with proof of our bond.” “You have a breeding kink,” I observed breathlessly as one tentacle pushed inside me again. “I have a you kink.” He kissed me deeply. “Everything about you drives me insane. The way you taste, the sounds you make, the brilliant fire in your eyes when you argue with me about marine taxonomy.”

I know there were other factors too. Like my…niche desires. Desires that Ellyn never seemed to want to reciprocate. Yeah, I know a breeding kink is a bit of a niche thing, especially for a man who doesn’t want children. But that’s why I got snipped to begin with. I knew in my twenties that I didn’t want to have kids, and I hate condoms. A little slice here, and a little slice there, and I could have all the cream pies I wanted and then some.

“Let me make you feel good.” Kenzie released a soft whimper. “Okay, but you can’t knot me. We don’t have that kind of time.” “We do,” he countered. Viper could not tell her that he would not because he had learned that he lost himself when mating Kenzie, and his knot popped far more when he was with her than it did any other time in the past.

"Then they can't be good. They may even be part of the rumours I have heard going around my kingdom of a number of Alphas that have what most are calling a breeding program..." "What sort of breeding program?" "Well, the Alpha of the pack takes all females in his pack that are of breeding age and allows all his unmated males turns to mate with them. He then sells any offspring resulting from their encounters to anyone willing to pay for them. Some of the Alphas even go as far as training the offspring in slavery to receive more for them." "Why are they still allowed to do that?"

How those fears had shaped every relationship, culminating in the total power exchange he had demanded from me. “I collared you because it made you mine in a way no one could take away,” he admitted, eyes downcast. “The breeding kink wasn’t just desire. It was primal. A way to claim you completely, to create something permanent between us. I didn’t see how it was erasing you until your body started breaking.”

The only noise that could be heard was the soft caw of birds and the chirping of crickets. The breeding house stood tall amid the rows of bungalows considered the breeding inns. The further they approached, Draken and Agolf saw Merisbeth males in their full shift with their wings jutting out and their skin scaly, standing in a queue, waiting to get a breeding card. Already, he could hear the spanking of skin-to-skin accompanied by the moans of the breeder as their clients took them into the rooms of the inn. Silently ignoring that, they reached the breeding house. Agolf walked forward and held the door open for Draken.

Sarah winked at Heather, making her blush. “If it’s a boy, I want him to look like Chip. I was told I looked like a little troll when I was a baby.” Heather shook her head. “My mom was a breeder too, that was how I was brought about. They were disappointed I was another girl, so she was given another job after that.” “Another?” I knew what breeder programs were, but they were almost a thing of the past no thanks to Dominic reestablishing the practice.