Breeding Kink Stories Novels & Stories

Damn him! A breeder. Not a wife. Not a mate. I was going to be a breeder. “You mean, the King will use my body, make me give birth to a pup and then what? He will take the child from me and I’ll never hear again about the baby?” I asked and O’Horan said nothing, he remained unmoved, his hands behind his back. “You’ll toss me into the dungeons? Or put me to work at the mines? I don’t want to be a breeder! And if I ever get to have a child, I will not be parted from it!”

"She didn't want to get pregnant because she was at the peak of her career. I only wanted a baby mama, not a wife. But I can't even explain why I married you; it wasn't part of the plan. It took me this long to realise I was only fighting my feelings for you. I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you on that stage. I was just angry that you did that kind of work." "I started stripping a week before we met. I was still a virgin, forced into it because my father had just passed, leaving us with a $5 million debt. My mother was in the hospital with a drug overdose and stage four cancer. Alpha Chase threatened to take me as a slave until the debt was paid. I had no qualifications

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.”

"Wash them. And do it properly, or else." "Or else what?" I challenged, tired of being pushed around. "Or else," she leaned in, her eyes flashing with malice, "I'll make your life even more miserable than it already is. Trust me, I have ways." "Fine," I muttered, clenching my fists at my sides. "I'll do it." "Good," she said, smirking triumphantly. "Oh, and by the way, I'm auditioning to be one of the Alpha King's breeders. Can you imagine? Me, with all that power and prestige? It's going to be fabulous."

"And it’s not about the southern silver lines." I narrowed my eyes, my posture instantly locking into a rigid, alpha stance. "Speak." "I was running a deep sweep through the internal communication logs of the dead breeders—the ones the pack elders claimed died from failed pregnancies," Killan explained, leaning over the desk, his knuckles turning white against the wood. "I managed to bypass the encrypted files in the old residential archives. Hayes... they didn't die from weakness. They didn't die because your bloodline is cursed to reject them."

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.

Pushing his cock inside her again, he went in deep, deeper than he intended. Once the rhythm began neither of them could stop even if they had wanted to. Each stroke took them higher and higher until Kizzy flew over the edge first. Breed covered her mouth with his to keep her from screaming. As she clamped down on him, he felt his release just after hers. He pushed up and in deep one last time, as he came inside her warm gripping haven.

“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.

Vince growled, kicking his bedroom door open with our lips sealed together, kissing and smooching each other hungrily while helping each other to undress. He firmly fisted a handful of my hair and used it to pull me onto my toes and to his face, while he bent downward to equal my height. I heard his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. He pressed his lips against mine bruisingily hard, his tongue aggressively claiming every bit of my mouth. When he pulled harder on the fistful of my hair and whispered something under his breath, it fuels the fervor with which he kisses me. I didn't even realize we were moving closer to the glass wall until my back came against it and he caged me. G

His eyes darted over my face and lingered on my lips. “It’ll be so easy to push my cock into your pussy,” he growled as he slowly rolled his hips. “I’ll fill you up with my cum and watch my baby grow inside you.” He shuddered. “Please don’t tell me you have a breeding kink,” I whispered. “A what kink?” Ryder frowned. “A breeding kink. I read a book where the male lead was obsessed with getting the female lead pregnant. He switched out her birth-control pills with vitamin pills.”