Breeding Stories Novels & Stories

Stories that frightened the concept of escape from our minds. In their stories, dragons were worse in real life than in the books. The aunts told tales of treacherous creatures, who hunted down women in the forests to use during their breeding seasons. The women were captured and carried off to their chambers to be used as a host body for their children. Breeders, the dragons called them. As if they weren’t mothers and daughters. As if they were worth nothing more than their wombs.

“I can’t possibly get married. I don’t even like marriage. I’m not built for it. Look at me, do I look like husband material?” “No,” I said honestly. “But unfortunately for you, perception matters more than reality. A baby out of wedlock is going to tear your reputation to pieces. Investors will lose faith. Business rivals will have a field day. And the press? Oh, darling, the press will eat you alive. But if…” I leaned forward, my voice dropping conspiratorially, “we sell this as a love story… a whirlwind romance… a billionaire finally tamed by the sweet innocent girl? Then it’s a fairy tale. Clean. Pretty. Marketable. Safe.”

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome deeper... Some desires are primal. Ancient. The kind that awaken something feral buried inside us. Tonight’s confession takes place in a secret modern cult where once a year, selected women compete in a ritual of pure, raw breeding — competing for the honor of being publicly claimed by the most powerful men in their hidden society. This one is primal, competitive, and extremely filthy. Here is the confession of “The Breeding Festival.” --- **Story 16: The Breeding Festival**