Breeding Kink Stories Novels & Stories

My heart hadn’t stopped racing at the thought, and I needed to talk to someone about it. Someone needed toconvinceme that the thought was crazy, right? A breeding kink and pregnancy werenotthe same thing. “Come on, Elise,” I whispered into my phone, looking back at my closed bedroom door to make sure nobody walked in on me. “Answer the goddamn phone. I need reassurance, and these guys are not helping!” The line rang and rang and rang, and then,finally,Elise answered the phone, the background noise loud on the other side.

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."

The mix of our arousal impregnates the air around us. Impregnate. He has a breeding kink; he’s fetish is to cum inside me and watch his seed run down my legs. He hasn’t use a condom with me, is not like we are going to catch a disease or get pregnant, so bareback it is. It felt oddly good, yet something within me tells me this is all wrong.

She dropped her eyes back to the page. "Frequency of coupling shall be determined by the Sire based on the Designate's fertile windows, not to exceed once per day during non-fertile periods." Her voice went flat. This was unbelievable. "The Designate acknowledges that her primary value to the pack lies in her primal gene and her ability to produce heirs of sufficient magical potency." She stopped reading. Her hands were shaking, she pressed the page against her thigh to still them. "That's enough." she said. This was absurd, she couldn't keep reading.

the plump one says. A breeding ceremony, I did not realize that was still a thing. It was long ago when breeders were brought and pledged their bodies to the Alpha of the pack. It could happen for several reasons. The Luna could be unable to have a child, or the Alpha did not want a wife but wanted a son to carry on his legacy.

They do not lose their power; they simply choose to place it in hands they trust implicitly. I wrote for two solid hours. I dismantled the myth that kink was devoid of romance, explaining how the meticulous negotiation of boundaries was, in fact, the most profound expression of intimacy. I detailed the neurological realities of subspace, demystifying the chemical drop and elevating it from a taboo secret to a beautiful, documented human experience. When I reached the end of the post, I didn't sign it The Advocate. I typed: Cassandra Monroe. "You are dropping the shield."

I tell her as I kiss the top of her head, as my cock finally stops pulsating. I wait until I soften before pulling out, repeatedly shoving my cum that started escaping inside her well-used pussy. I never knew I had a breeding kink until this moment. Maybe it is just Tess who is the reason for it. But, whatever it is, I am so in for it. Before I change my mind, I get the washcloth hot again and clean her up. Then, slipping her shorts back on and putting on the tank top she was wearing, I gently cradle her to my chest and take her back to our room.

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome deeper... Some desires are primal. Ancient. The kind that awaken something feral buried inside us. Tonight’s confession takes place in a secret modern cult where once a year, selected women compete in a ritual of pure, raw breeding — competing for the honor of being publicly claimed by the most powerful men in their hidden society. This one is primal, competitive, and extremely filthy. Here is the confession of “The Breeding Festival.” --- **Story 16: The Breeding Festival**

Killian had been talking about testing other alternatives to The Offering. After what happened with his mother, he didn't want to be responsible for any other woman being put in that same position. She had been chosen as a breeder for the previous king and was raped to produce an heir. It was something no one should ever have to go through or even be worried about. After the war, his first change was to eliminate the option of choosing breeders. It was a fated mate or a mutual mating. Everything else was forbidden.

She holds her legs apart, just like I taught her, and I pound her pussy until we both orgasm with hoarse screams of release. I'm going to ask her to marry me next month on her twentieth birthday. Then I'm going to put a baby inside her. I have a breeding kink to fulfill. But all that is a few years away. Now, I wonder what other things will turn my baby girl on? I can't wait to find out. The End. Stay tuned for two bonus chapters about Moe and Roberta. Daniel and Natalia's story is coming soon. BDSM: Slave 24/7