Breeding Kink Stories Novels & Stories

she threatened anyway, with a smirk of her own as she contemplated just how to do that. “We weren’t conspiring against you,” Heath defended the male members of their family wary of her temper. “Cameron just noticed it. He has a nose for ovulation it seems. And,” his cheeks pinked a little. “I think we’ve all discovered a bit a of a breeding kink, at least when it comes to you.” “A breeding kink,” she repeated. Oh boy, she thought, was she ever going to have fun screwing with them as revenge. “Well, I guess I’m not surprised. The four of you have pretty much covered kinks from A-Z between you.”

I ask him, I wasn't against the idea, but I wanted the submissive, no matter what. "I owe you one, me and Eva have been exploring the breeding kink you know," he says with a wink, he means to make his submissive pregnant for me? "But you're a dom, the baby would be..." I say pointing to him, the baby would be dominant. "We can get her a sperm donor, I'll make sure it's a submissive little pet like the one you enjoy," he says, this seems very promising, two submissives would always breed a submissive. "And the baby would be mine?" I say all excited now, I couldn't help hide my excitement.

Cathy felt a chill run down her spine. "Traded? Like... actually traded?" "Territorial exchanges, political alliances, genetic diversification," Lena listed coldly. "A woman's consent isn't even a consideration. The pack's survival trumps individual autonomy." "But how is that even legal?" Cathy asked, her sense of justice flaring. Jordan's laugh was bitter. "Supernatural communities operate outside human law. Pack law is brutal. Survival is the only real rule." Aria continued, her voice dropping. "Females are tracked from childhood. Their first heat, their genetic markers, their potential to produce strong wolves. Some packs start arranging marriages before girls even hit puberty." "First h

I muttered. “You asked why I bought you? well, Amelia… I have purchased you as a breeder, I believe you have inherited some special genes from your father which can only be activated in a male son, so I want you to bore me an heir, I want you to make me a powerful baby and help me secure my throne.” He announced. There was silence between us and then I burst into laughter, trying not to bury my face in the dish. The irony of it all! From a maltreated lost orphan Princess to a Breeder for the Alpha King.

these sacrifices. Hayden barged into my door, like he was about to break hell loose. "There is something called knocking. You know, that simple gesture you do in respect of the person's privacy." "I do not care about your stupid privacy!" He growled. He was whining like the cougar I dealt with just recently, there was nothing as pleasurable as hearing the cry of a dying wolf. It was obvious that something was eating him up but it would only take forever to poke the bear so he could sing, he would at his own time. "You are really stooping that low to get someone to breed for you so you could keep the throne to yourself. Are you that desperate?"

My throat closes around the words. “If they’re captured and forced to be a breeder,” Ella whispers. Her hand brushes against mine in silent recognition of the painful memory of my mother. I let my fingers drift over hers in the shadow of her cloak before curling my hand into a fist and shoving it into my jacket pocket. “His parents being mates is nearly impossible but true in their case.Offspring between the two species is even more impossible. It shouldn’t happen, which is why you’re so damn unbelievable.”

He sounded worried as he hugged me and said, "Let's not try for another if our hatchling can't survive the pregnancy. I'm worried about your health." I was at a loss for words. "Who told you that kissing leads to pregnancy, Charles?" Charles replied in a serious tone, "It's in the zilant clan's lore that kissing would lead to pregnancy." I was dumbfounded. The zilant clan must have left out the birds-and-the-bees talk in their lore. It was no wonder their bloodline was dwindling. If they really thought kissing made hatchlings, it was a miracle they had any descendants at all!

Alpha Horres would kill both me and my mate if he ever discovered him. This couldn’t get any worse than it already did. I guess I wasn’t destined to get the full strength of my wolf then. Sigh! How else could I explain a situation where my wolf required our mate to strengthen her when I was already another man’s property? I wouldn’t even dare to go out there looking for any so-called mate. “What the heck do you mean by being a breeder? Do you know who you are? Empires would kill to have you, yet you have been reduced to a lowly breeder? What a joke! Who would even dare to make you a breeder?”

The absence of it was a great motivator. “The King has breeders in the coven. These are theirs. Those closest to the King are given breeders whenever they want to sate their needs. They are then given extra privileges if they successfully impregnate the breeders.” That was really fucking disgusting. If he had not already been dead then I would have killed him myself for the utter fucking bullshit that he was actively allowing and encouraging. ‘Please get rid of these two while I check on the babes,’ I linked my mates who both answered ‘with pleasure’ at the exact same time. I supposed that was what happened when they shared a mind since Dante was thirteen years old.

If they did, it was only for fun. "So why do you want to date me?" I asked my curiosity making me break my promise not to interrupt him, but in my defense, I couldn’t help having questions. This was all new to me. "Well, to keep our lines diluted, Alpha's can only reproduce with Scion's, we—" "Hold on a damn minute,” I cut in. “You want me to be your breeding cow?" I asked, not able to hide the shock in my high-pitched tone.