Breeding Nude Novels & Stories

Clay lay naked and blindfolded on the picnic table, his pale skin glistening with sweat under the warm sun. The rough wooden surface pressed against his smooth chest as he presented himself, face-down ass-up, ready to be used by the group of black men he had come to know as his breeders. His tiny, smooth clit was locked away in a shiny metal cage, the keyhole winking mockingly at the men who surrounded him.

CONTENT WARNINGS A-Z A: Alpha Dominance, Aggressive Mating, Anatomical Impossibilities That Work Anyway Expect dominant supernatural beings who don't ask permission twice. Mating that's rough, primal, and intense. Bodies that stretch and accommodate in ways that shouldn't be possible but feel incredible anyway. B: Breeding Obsession, Biting Everywhere, Bondage With Tails/Tentacles/Vines, Blood As Foreplay Creatures driven by instinct to breed and claim. Fangs and teeth marking skin in every sensitive spot. Restraints that aren't rope or handcuffs but living appendages. Blood-sharing as intimacy and feeding.

Dad noticed I seemed distracted but I told him I was just tired. Jake finally texted me in the afternoon. “Come to my house at 2pm. Your dad is at work. Wear a dress with nothing underneath. I need to breed you properly today.” My hands shook as I read it. This was getting more dangerous but I could not say no. My pussy grew wet just thinking about it. I took a quick shower, shaved everything smooth, and put on a light yellow sundress. No bra. No panties. My full breasts moved freely under the fabric and the hem barely reached mid-thigh. I looked in the mirror and felt like a slut. But I liked it.

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.

She bent her head and whispered in Celestine's year. "Congratulations Athena! By the way, there is no need to worry about me and why would I leave? I have the future heir of Romano empire in my womb." Celestine smirked "You think too highly of yourself little slut. Once I will give birth for Damien, he won't acknowledge this illegitimate bastard." Athena ridiculed her. She never missed a chance to humiliate Celestine. "And may I know how Ms.Athena planned to give birth when she is infertile?" Celestine move close to Athena.

, they all were involved in an unauthorized military camp, where they were trained to be assassins. Also, they laid claims that the camp was owned and sponsored by one of the richest men in our city. They refuse to disclose the location of the camp or the owner of the camp. In their interviews, they explained how they were kidnapped to join the camp, and during their stay in the camp, some were killed or sold. Some went missing, after discovering that they were not humans but werewolves, and some testified that the only way they could identify themselves was through the use of tattoos on their fingers. Others testified that they were molested in the camp by the male workers or trainers,

Vance shouted over the rising murmurs, a cold, mocking smile pulling at his lips as he gestured to the new female. "Her lineage has proven their fertility for three generations without a single failed heat. The council has just voted, Hayes. If the Riverstone female does not show a positive sign of an heir within twenty-four hours, Elena takes the primary breeder bed in your private quarters. We will not risk the Blackthorn lineage because your current choice is barren." The room went dead silent, the collective gaze of the pack shifting from the white gown of the new female straight to the mark on my neck.

I found Verona standing close to my bed, and she gave me an appraising look. “Good. They fit. I knew they would.” “These dresses—” She raised a hand and I fell silent. “Every breeder in the country wears these dresses. It’s standard uniform.” “But the design—” Verona once more interrupted me. “Easy access. Yes. That’s the whole point of being a breeder. You might find this harsh, but we’re complying to the rules of the king here. If you’re not wearing this, you’re not a breeder, and you were registered as one, so we’d be breaking the rules. Do you understand?”

Then the real breeding began. Client 1 mounted me first. He slammed his cock deep into my pussy and fucked me with long, powerful strokes designed for maximum insemination. “Take every drop, cow. Gonna breed this fertile cunt tonight.” He came hard, flooding my womb with hot cum. As soon as he pulled out, Client 2 took his place, then Client 3, Client 4, and finally Client 5. Each man fucked me like a breeding bull, talking dirty the entire time. “Look at this leaking cow taking all our seed.”

She’s the only one I made out with. “Could it be…. the BREEDER?”