Breeding Kink Novels & Stories

Breed. It was a code as old as time. A natural process for Alphas whenever they copulated. The urge to fill up my partner with my pups till they were round and full, my perfect little breeder, was irresistible. I slapped Reed's ass, making him moan and tighten around me. My fingers digged into his hips, leaving crescent moons as I fucked him harder, my teeth closing around his neck, chewing on the delicate skin.

She's so close, and she keeps it up, I won't last long either. Slowing the pace of my strokes, my neck lowers into her, kissing her collarbone. “Aurora honey, that's a good girl. Do you know how babies are made?” “Yes?” she whimpers, her response a questioning from a state of elation. I groan, picking up the pace of my strokes. “Shit, God knows I don't have a breeding kink but fuck, I want to breed you so bad.”

I researched it before, but I know without a shadow of a fucking doubt that I’ve got a breeding kink. I want to fuck Erin raw until she’s so full of my come, she’ll get pregnant again and again for the rest of her life. “Can you control your dick for maybe, five seconds? It’s really not much to ask,” Nero sighs, annoyed at the boner we were now sporting. Fuck that. Erin was like a walking aphrodisiac before, but now that she’s got my fucking pup inside of her, I want to breed her again and again until she can’t walk without feeling phantom thrusts of my cock.

Vance shouted over the rising murmurs, a cold, mocking smile pulling at his lips as he gestured to the new female. "Her lineage has proven their fertility for three generations without a single failed heat. The council has just voted, Hayes. If the Riverstone female does not show a positive sign of an heir within twenty-four hours, Elena takes the primary breeder bed in your private quarters. We will not risk the Blackthorn lineage because your current choice is barren." The room went dead silent, the collective gaze of the pack shifting from the white gown of the new female straight to the mark on my neck.

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.

He left scratches down her back, she clawed his chest. The obsession grew. Elena started tracking her cycle, teasing him during fertile windows: "Come inside me tonight. Make it count." The breeding kink emerged, taboo layered on taboo. One evening, she rode him reverse, grinding slow. "Imagine if I got pregnant," she whispered. "Our little secret growing inside me." The thought pushed him over, filling her again. But as winter set in, the cracks showed. Jamie noticed her lingering glances at baby clothes in stores. "What if it's real?" he asked one night, post-coitus.

The dilemma became how to introduce a strong male gene strain into the A****n breeding population. What this meant for the now useless breeding males was yet another horror to contemplate. My future involved walking the nearly impossible line between the 'masculine' traits they were looking for without the aggression the A****n's responded negatively to. I knew I was too aggressive and my survival was mainly through the efforts of Katrina.

I hit my head on the closed door. Then it hit me. We interacted with the first step of the mating process. There are three levels before the actual mating process. Touch, verbal, and marking. When you have skin-to-skin contact for the first time with your mate, you take the first step. Then you must verbally accept each other. Then, of course, the marking and the mating but those don't matter if you didn't do the first steps. I walked down the stairs to hang out in the living room. I knew people would be in. Once I walked in, my sisters walked over to me. I leaned against the frame of the archway.

I swallowed, sweat starting to form on my forehead. “And you perform exactly what you were brought here for.” My stomach sank. I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I wanted her to say it, wanted her to confirm my fears. “What I was brought here for,” I echoed. “You spread your legs,” her voice dropped, to an odd tone I couldn’t recognize, “and you carry his children.” My eyes stung with tears, my breathing grew heavy. But I didn’t let her see my weakness. “You were raised to be a breeder five forty nine,” she stated, “but what they didn’t tell you is that it doesn’t stop there.”

She didn’t have the slightest wish of living in peace here, did she? “Tell me, breeder, what is the penalty for failing to fulfill a breeder’s duties?” I wanted her to say the words herself. She would be more familiar with the rules than me. It’s from her pack, after all. “The alpha’s breeder is a branded slave who must warm his bed to his satisfaction. She is not allowed to waste the seeds of the alpha by consuming any concoctions that stop pregnancy. In a given time, the breeder must provide pups for the alpha. Failure to do so…” I felt her tremble at this point, and I could tell my wait was worth it. All that explanation meant nothing to me. I only wanted her to get to this part.