Breeding Kink Stories Novels & Stories

When his eyes averted mine, I knew that I wouldn’t like what he didn’t want to say. “There are two that I can think of right away,” he said. “The first would be the vampires. They are always searching for a blood source.” When I gasped, he quickly continued. “The second would be the Gargareans for their brothels. They wouldn’t breed with her because she is not of A****n descent. They only breed with A****n women during a breeding festival. They have brothels to keep their needs for the months between the ceremonies. They would use her for their pleasure until she was used up. From what I understand, that wouldn’t be very long at all.”

Cassandra The mouthwatering aroma of roast chicken and garlic made me aware of how much I missed Agnes’ cooking. We were having dinner with them when Connor filled us in on the latest trouble heading our way. “Breeders?” I asked. What century were we in even? “That can’t be legal?” Joel explained, “In the past, some packs would force the young, unmated omegas to bear them pups. Especially when their numbers dwindled because of wars or other causes.”

He took her nipple between his fingers, tweaking and pulling the hard pink nub as if to illustrate this dangerous possibility to the squirming woman below him. "Yes!" Kiana arched her back, pressing her breasts into his possessing hand as much as she could. She gasped as he pinched the sensitive nub hard. It made Kiana hot - hot to think that he was taking her body for that one purpose, to plant his seed deep and watch it grow... "Ughhhh!" Kiana didn't want to get pregnant, but she couldn't help herself - she was turned on by the idea of this man c*mming deep inside her fertile c*nt. Impregnating her. No - Breeding her.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, virginity loss, dominance/submission dynamics, and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for power imbalance, heat cycles, and intense first-time experiences. CHAPTER ONE Wren was shaking. When she realized that she was only a few months away from twenty and still very much an innocent, she had made the executive decision to sign up for the breeding rooms. Okay, so it wasn't the best thing she could do with herself, but it felt like every single one of her friends were meeting wolves and pairing up; the mating ceremonies were coming faster and faster lately, and here she was still a virgin.

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.

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.

"Have you been listening at all?" "No." I said under my breath, toying with the silk of my emerald-green evening gown under the table. He hadn't heard me. "Your breeder. He has been chosen. Quite a process—" He rattled on and on about the significance and the history behind the event. A male breeder was unheard of, he said. So rare that no one alive today would have borne witness to such a notion. Breeders were always women. They almost always came from dire situations, regardless of their status within their packs. My mother had been a breeder and an Alpha's daughter. She shared her entire story with me when the details of my future were being pieced together.

My family would have been humiliated. So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed. And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick. The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them. And I'm keeping it that way. Because this arrangement works. I get the hard rough sex I crave. I get variety. I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation.

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

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.