Breeding Nude Novels & Stories

I’ve always wanted to buy babies of mine, and a breeding facility was the best option because a lot of men in my city aren’t perfect enough. The facility is a breeding estate outside the city that matches women who want babies with genetically screened men who want to provide. Natural insemination only. Six donors per session. The intake form asked about my ovulation window and I gave it with shaking hands and a soaked pair of panties. Now, here I am, spread open on white sheets like an offering on an altar. The men walked in two minutes ago and haven’t stopped looking at me since. Matteo — Mediterranean, dark eyes, olive skin. Knox — blonde, icy blue eyes, square jaw. Rowan — redhead, green

“All the way down. We’re going to fill this cunt tonight. Breed you right here where anyone could drive past.” The words hit both of them. Liora’s hips stuttered. Nate’s grip tightened. She began to move, rising and dropping in a steady rhythm while Maddox’s breeding talk continued in a low, constant stream, how they would keep her full, how the next load would sit deep inside her, and how he wanted to see her walk out of the lot dripping with both of them. Nate’s control frayed fast. He thrust up to meet her, harder than usual, with his eyes locked on her face.

I was in a warehouse of some kind, propped up uncomfortably on a wooden chair. My hands and legs had been chained together by my captors, and after a while I could make out the voices of several people who were speaking nearby. “The bitch is pregnant,” Cole crowed, sounding like he had won a lottery as he emphasized each word. “With her looks we should fetch a pretty penny if we sell her as a Breeder.” Breeder. Just the word alone made my heart plummet into my stomach and dive up again. The practice of keeping shewolves to serve mateless males for the purpose of reproduction had been outlawed centuries ago, but every so often whispers of it spread before quickly getting hushed down.

She was stripping off her clothes again, her top already gone. "Before you undress, Renee, I want to make sure it's okay with Janet," I said. "Are all of you more comfortable being nude for your exercise?" Janet asked. All three of us said yes. That was a no-brainer for us. Yoga didn't involve a lot of bouncing, so we didn't need sports bras to protect the puppies, and swimming nude couldn't be beat. "Have you heard back from Scott about being able to work with me on Thursday night?"

“Your cunt is a fucking creampie mess. Listen to it squelch every time I fuck you. You’re nothing but a fat-assed breeding bitch now.” Emma moaned shamelessly, pushing back. “Yes! Breed your fat-assed whore! Pump another load into my womb! Knock me up so I’m carrying your delivery baby!” Jax spanked her jiggling ass hard while railing her. “That’s right. Beg for it, you nasty pizza whore. Tell your friends how much you love being bred like a cheap slut.” “I love it!” Emma screamed. “I love being your breeding whore! Fill me! Breed me deep!”

“A mating ceremony will be held next week; at least this will kill the rumours that have been bothering you. Also, this time around, I will introduce you to the council of the elders and the whole pack as my Luna.” “What?” I gasped, staring at him with widened eyes. Alpha Jasper never ceases to throw me unbalanced with his thinking and decisions. What in heaven's name was he talking about? The last time I checked, I was just a breeder and not his mate. Unable to keep my lips shut anymore, I said, “But… Why the mating ceremony? I'm just your breeder and…”

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. Ava humped down against him eagerly. "I'm being bred." Miles slid his cock deep into her mouth, his manhood pulsing hard as he pumped his fertile precum down Ava's throat. All her moans were muffled by his thick virile meat.

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.

Jordan said quietly, "they don't really 'find' mates. They... take them." Lena continued, her voice clinical and cold. "Alphas produce these incredibly potent pheromones. Biological warfare, basically. They can make most werewolves – especially females – feel simultaneously terrified and submissive. It's not consent. It's manipulation." Cathy's face changed. Her earlier fascination with Magnus began to curdle. "So you're saying Alphas basically... force women to be with them? Have their children?"

I nodded again, fighting the tears in my eyes, “What do you mean by breeding?” “Even if you're a virgin, I'm sure you know what sex is, you can't deny it, you're going to be doing a whole lot of that here, it's your only way to survive.” My legs trembled as my heart skipped a beat. I furrowed my brows, biting my lips hard, “I'd carry another man's child?” “Our clients would deposit their seeds in you and after your night of pleasure, you're expected to provide them with kids.” “What?!”