Breeding Nude Novels & Stories

The girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

Chapter 42 Preparation For The Mating Ceremony Nerissa and Madissa enter their respective chambers, preparing themselves for the upcoming mating ceremony. In each chamber, they follow a similar bathing ritual, engaging in a luxurious and rejuvenating experience. They begin by filling their large double clamshell bathtubs with a white, oily bathing gel. The gel sinks into the water, creating a soothing and nourishing environment. Slowly, they remove their clothes and gracefully lower themselves into the tubs. Taking hold of soap bars made from a concentrated and hardened version of the same gel, enriched with sandy sediment rich in tiny crystal granules, they begin to gently scrub their delic

She pulled me into the bathroom and then began to undress me. “Why do I have to learn sexual poses, Greta? I didn’t know that was even a thing.” “It is. The king requires novelty. You wouldn’t want to bore him.” Finally stripped naked, I climbed into the tub, then the faucet was turned on. I imagined the other breeders before me. They learned all these sexual poses to please the king? “Greta?” I called out to the overly paranoid woman. “Yes, Irina, what is it?” “The breeders before me, what happened to them when they failed the king?” I asked. The rumors about the women who didn’t give the lycan king an heir were different.

“Fill your little stepsister’s womb. Pump me so full I swell with your cum.” Sophie arched her back, shaking her massive tits. “Use me like a cheap breeding sow. I want every cock to cum inside me, pussy, ass, mouth, I don’t care. Knock me up!” Mia, still blushing furiously even as a total slut, whimpered softly, “I’m the tightest… please stretch me and breed me deep. I want to feel your hot loads leaking out of me for days…” Ryan grinned and gave the group command: “Good girls sleep deep… then wake up as mindless, begging cumdump breeding sluts who will compete to take the most loads.”

She could only think it over and over. "I'm being bred..."- the man behind slammed into her roughly, a heavy hand seizing her shoulder as he sunk every inch of himself into her depths. She moaned loudly and thrust back. "I'm being bred..."- the man below, his cock slick with her juices, thrusted incessantly across her trimmed mound and up to her navel, his cock and balls rubbing along her clit with every stroke. Tara humped down against him eagerly. "I'm being bred." - Roy slid his cock deep into her mouth, his manhood pulsing hard as he pumped his fertile precum down Tara's throat. All her moans were muffled by his thick virile meat.

Emboldened I reached round and undid her bra, pulling the cups down to reveal her young tits. And what wonderful tits they were; soft, smooth and pert as they stood there without the support of the bra. Eagerly I returned to my sucking and licking and she moaned louder at the touch of my mouth and tongue on her bare young tits. Still touching and kissing her tits, I eased myself down so I was kneeling, and carefully moved between her legs, gently forcing her legs apart as I moved closer so she didn't notice in her excitement.

It was warm and thick, making her skin crawl. “No.” “Check her for the item.” Hands began to pat down her sides, roughly grabbing and pulling her limbs aside before fumbling beneath her torn cloak, then shirt. They groped her non-sexually for no one desired an Omega and they were perhaps the least sexually assaulted species in the wolf kingdom. Who would want to breed a population loathed by many, if not all? “Nothing,” muttered one of them and their hands left her briskly.

“Elves have reported sightings of rogues traveling in large groups. They’re turning humans into Newbreeders.” Her words stunned us all. I hadn’t heard that term since I was first introduced to this world. After finding out who I was made it better, but I’ve never met a true newbreeder. I have learned that it was a loophole for shifters to make new members and grow in numbers. “If Victor is making Newbreeders and has control of rogues, what does he want to do with them?” I asked “Nothing good,” Erica said, taking a deep breath and looking at the map.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."