Breeding Nude Novels & Stories

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?”

With each grunt, Nolan could see Vaughn's balls jerk as they blew out another blast of their thick, hot cúm. Nolan also noticed that with every grunt, with every ball jump, and each squirt of his hot cúm, Vaughn's cheeks clinched as he pressed deep inside Mara. Vaughn, Nolan realized, was a breeder. Everything he was doing was a fúck meant to breed.

Because Nerites is breeding me again. His tentacles are everywhere, thick ones pinning my wrists above my head, thinner ones coiled around my thighs, keeping me spread open against the cold glass. One massive tentacle is buried in my ass, another even thicker is pounding my cunt, and his ridged cock is sliding between them, taking turns, stretching me so wide I can feel every ridge, every pulse. Lightning forks across the sky and lights up my swollen belly that's round and glowing bright with his eggs, making me look like something out of the filthiest hentai.

“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.

"I need to show them my bare cunt, Monique?" "Yes, man or woman. And keep your cunt shaved. Sell our product. You'll be given catalogs of our offerings so you may show them other designs we carry. A lovely young woman such as yourself can sell a lot of product. When you return to LA, you'll go to various and sundry trade shows. There is a BDSM convention in Las Vegas in February you will be modeling nude at. There is an auction on National Nude Day here in LA in which they raise funds for the homeless. You'll be nude for that. Mistress has replaced most of your clothing. It wasn't slutty enough. Get used to exposing more of your body than you're accustomed too. We didn't have enough of your

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, virginity loss, dominance/submission dynamics, and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for power imbalance, heat cycles, and intense first-time experiences. CHAPTER ONE Wren was shaking. When she realized that she was only a few months away from twenty and still very much an innocent, she had made the executive decision to sign up for the breeding rooms. Okay, so it wasn't the best thing she could do with herself, but it felt like every single one of her friends were meeting wolves and pairing up; the mating ceremonies were coming faster and faster lately, and here she was still a virgin.

“Imagine Daddy putting a baby right here. Breeding my sweet little pet until you’re full and round with my child. Would you like that?” Sophie’s eyes widened, a fresh gush of arousal coating his cock at the filthy words. The breeding kink hit her like lightning—taboo, possessive, overwhelmingly intimate. “Yes—yes, Daddy,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fill me. Breed me. Please—” Alex’s control snapped. He fucked her harder, deeper, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. The plug, the collar, his words, his raw power—it all crashed over her.

“All I need is a breeder to carry my child. Nothing else matter to me.” Of course, a cruel man like him didn’t even know about mercy. All he wanted to have child from a sex slave like me. Alpha Kieran moved closer, his deep eyes dark in anger. His scent grew stronger around me, wrapping me like chains making it impossible to think straight. My body started to betray me, weakening under his presence. The heat was making my core throb turning my p*ssy wet below my skirt. "You are just a breeder... my breeder." His voice hit me like a lovesick bird.

To his relief, he saw nothing to indicate that they intended to remove a body part. He eyed the bed while remembering what the woman who’d claimed to be his wife said about the fact that they planned on breeding him. Was this a breeding room? Was he to act as a stud for these foul creatures? Did they realize that it wasn’t as easy for a man to perform when disgusted or under duress as it was a female?

Lilith made her entrance and Ragnar beheld her beauty. She was in a sexy attire, alluring yet regal. It accentuated her curves and the neckline dipped low enough to show a fair amount of her breasts, leaving little to the imagination. "My Lord," she greeted with a bow, a smile curving her lips. The impregnating is usually done by artificial insemination all the time, but Ragnar always enjoyed having a taste of the girl beforehand—after all, she had to be disvirgined as giving birth as a virgin would be quite painful.