Breeding Kink Novels & Stories

“Imagine Daddy putting a baby right here. Breeding my sweet little pet until you’re full and round with my child. Would you like that?” Sophie’s eyes widened, a fresh gush of arousal coating his cock at the filthy words. The breeding kink hit her like lightning—taboo, possessive, overwhelmingly intimate. “Yes—yes, Daddy,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fill me. Breed me. Please—” Alex’s control snapped. He fucked her harder, deeper, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. The plug, the collar, his words, his raw power—it all crashed over her.

September 17 Quinn has told me there are those among the wolfin' who can breed with wolfin and create a new generation. These breeders are called kin, sometimes referred to as kinfolk. Quinn was trying to explain how wolfin society works, and as best I can tell, the wolfin are created through genetics. There are recessive genes and dominant genes and they, the wolfin, can smell it on others. I still don't understand any of this; I am a little over my head, but I am learning. I have discovered something interesting though. It seems all kin are born with a mark, kind of an imprint on their body. Whether they are aware of the birthmark or birthright is unknown. I was told that all wolfin

My heart sank knowing I wasn't going there for anything good but yo be a breeding wolf to produce Children. The words made my skin crawl and want to tear apart. I knew what it meant, knew what I'd be expected to do with the one I would be sold to. I'd be nothing more than a broodmare, forced to produce pups for the pack's benefit and not for mine. My mind raced, trying to think of a way out of all this, but I knew it was futile and it wouldn't just work at all. My father had made up his mind already, and I was nothing more than a pawn to him since he hated me.

He eventually learned that no other female could please or satisfy him. But Sera, her scent..... Focus. He drove his fist into the training post, causing wood to splinter. The primal omega gene, that was what mattered. He didn't need to want her, he didn't need to feel anything. He just needed to complete the bond. Knot her, impregnate her. Produce heirs powerful enough to restore Ironwood's magic. It was a transaction, nothing more. He punched the post again, again, and again. "Alpha." He stopped and turned immediately.

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.”

"Oh dear, you don't know, do you?" "What do I know? What —what am I supposed to know?" I stuttered. "You have to mate with the King as his breeder..." She said.

I asked, tilting my head to the side. Cora bit her lip. "You are his breeder. I think he likes you. If not for anything, because he has found out that you are not your slut of a sister. But, in terms of fancying you or having feelings for you, I am not sure. He's hard to figure out. Especially after going feral for close to two years."

Why the hell did I even reveal this stupid kink to this infuriating man? Prince Damian and I met a month ago in the Royal Garden when the breeder’s selection commenced, and he had managed to stir desperate longing within me. I thought they'd be identical, but their only similar features seemed to be their eyes and impeccable, hooked noses. His smirk widened at my outburst, his crimson eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “Oh, but sweetheart, actions speak louder than words,” he taunted, his fingers caressing the vulnerable vein in my collarbone. “And from the way you’ve trembled and begged under my touch, I could tell that you’d be more than eager to be bred by my brother.”

He just kept staring at me like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "But defiance," he murmured. "Defiance makes it interesting." His hand moved to the back of my neck. His fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled just hard enough to make my scalp sting. I gasped and his eyes darkened. "Tell me little human," he said. His voice dropped lower. "Do you know what happens to breeders who fight their Alphas?" I couldn't speak. My throat had closed up completely. "They break," he whispered. "Slowly. Piece by piece. Until there's nothing left but obedience."

She has royally spoiled those two. “Can those two understand us?” Killian asks. “In a sense, yes, the line of Sphynx they originate from was specially bred to deal with the supernatural. They are not afraid of any supernatural. There is also a line of savannah cats we breed for the same purpose.” Horatio explains.