Breeding Novels & Stories

I knew what breeder programs were, but they were almost a thing of the past no thanks to Dominic reestablishing the practice. “I have five half sisters somewhere in Black Haven or one of their allies. My mom was forty when she had me and she was in their program since she was eighteen, never finding her fated.” She shook her head. “They basically force your heat once a week until you are pregnant; they have high strength supplements and pheromones to speed up the process there. From eighteen on until you are deemed too old or if you happen across your fated while they use you, you are in the program.” Sarah put her hands over her mouth in shock, while I stood there speechless. “My Goddess..”

she shreaked at the end. "Women and their damn mates," Niki said angrily. "Last I heard, you're one of them too," Matt retorted, earing a scoff from Niki. "I dont understand why they get so excited over finding their mate, I mean dont they understand that from then on, they will be prisoner to that one person forever?" she said frowning. "Its not always like that Niki, and you do get the choice to reject the mating," James said seriously. Matt knew of his father's concerns about Nikis distaste in the mating bond, and so did Matt.

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.

“And you should fear me because for now, you belong to me” She swallowed nervously and a sly grin formed at the edge of my lips. “Considering how frightened you are, I can only promise you one thing if you fail to conceive, then you will be free to leave!” Her eyes sparkled with hope and it made me crave the urge to shatter that hope or something. However, what she failed to understand was that I concealed the actual reason I required a breeder. The cruel truth of my existence was that I had been cursed by the moon goddess because I fell in love with someone other than my destined mate.

A flush crept over her skin, uninvited and electric. “There is to be absolutely no breeding during that time,” he added, tone flat and non-negotiable. That word. Breeding. It sent a shiver through her, visceral and uninvited. Her thighs pressed together without thinking. And yet… it was accurate, wasn’t it? That was what they were discussing. What they intended. No medical metaphors or vague euphemisms could disguise the raw reality of it. There was no other word for what they wanted her for.

He grunts as he reaches the peak and bites my neck hard. That on the other hand is something that will not stop to hurt. During our mating he refrained from doing it every time, but since he went back to work he bites me every time. I know that when breeding a Galdrian female the bite makes her ovulate, but there is also the aspect of claiming. Of showing other males that the female is well taken care of.

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.”

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.

“But I need you to trust that nothing will take me away from my family.” “I trust you and I love you,” she leaned in closer to his ear and said. “If we have a girl next could we stop at that?” Archer chuckled the stress lines on his forehead away. “My warrior princess walks into battle without batting an eyelid, but quakes at the thought of childbirth. I want six children my love.” “Three is my final offer. Take it or leave it,” Adalia said sternly. Three children who were 'Bred for Duty'.

Or that’s what it felt like to him. “You can’t be serious. They are trying to limit who can reproduce with who. All that purity of race stuff. Any gene pool collapses after a while.” This was something Becky learned about when she was studying about purebreds and the process of breeding. Who didn’t know about the Hapsburg chin or the Russian royal family anemia?