Breeding 소설 & 이야기

"Garrick, calm down and listen to me, I am fine now." "Vanya, the doctor explained everything while you were unconscious, even though you inherited our mother's powerful fox abilities, that was never the true source of your pain, Garrick explained, his voice shaking with anger. Fox's naturally have smooth, easy births, but because Kaelven belongs to the lycan family, carrying their cub means going through painful labor." What are you talking about, Garrick, get to the point.

He leaned back against the wooden porch railing and crossed his arms, exchanging a loaded look with his brothers before turning his gaze back to me. "Actually, the reason you were brought here wasn't just to be a bride." I looked up from my boots, letting the cold wind bite my cheek. I didn't understand the math. Brides were for political alliances. Maids were for manual labor. There wasn't a third option. Certainly not for an Omega built like me. What else could I possibly be here for if not any of those? Kenzo let the heavy silence stretch out for one long, agonizing second. "You were sent here to be a breeder."

He fucked her hard and deep, hand wrapped around her throat, whispering filthy breeding commands with every thrust. “This pussy belongs to Daddy. I’m going to fill you up every night until you’re carrying my child. You’re mine to breed, princess.” Monalisa came hard, her body shaking violently beneath him. Something strange flared inside her again, that same unexplained heat but she pushed the confusing feeling away. Damien roared and emptied himself deep inside her, flooding her womb with thick, hot cum. Afterward, as they lay tangled in the sheets, Damien stroked her hair almost tenderly.

The family gathered around their two permanent breeders, hands resting on our pregnant bellies, cocks still hard, already planning the next day’s use, the next births, and the endless cycle that would continue for years. The secrets of the family were now fully revealed, embraced, and sealed in flesh, seed, and submission.

“She was the perfect choice. Young, healthy, and desperate. Once she gives birth, we take the child and get rid of her. She’s served her purpose as the breeding vessel.” Stanley’s deep voice replied calmly, “Exactly. I never wanted a wife. I only needed her womb. The sooner she delivers, the sooner we can end this nonsense.” Melinda’s hand flew to her mouth. The tea cup slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor.

he caressed my bottom lip, and leaned in to seal his lips with mine. My heart skipped and raced in my chest from his words but I couldn’t say them back. Luckily for me, his mom appeared in the doorway to tell us the whole of the pack was waiting for us in the woods already. It was a ritual to hold the mating ceremony in the middle of the woods, with the werewolves gathered in a large circle, around the two mates as they howled their vows but in this case, we’d be saying them.

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

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.

Most higher ups have 2-3 breeders at a time, but some don't and enjoy the company of just one breeder. My mother was bought at 16 by my father, Arthur and he is the beta to the Willow Pack in Central. My mother was a virgin, like all other breeders, when my then 24-year-old father bought her at the main breeder auction house. He bought her for $15,000 20 years ago. My mother went on to supply my father with 8 children over 20 years.

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.”