Breeding Stories Novels & Stories

The only noise that could be heard was the soft caw of birds and the chirping of crickets. The breeding house stood tall amid the rows of bungalows considered the breeding inns. The further they approached, Draken and Agolf saw Merisbeth males in their full shift with their wings jutting out and their skin scaly, standing in a queue, waiting to get a breeding card. Already, he could hear the spanking of skin-to-skin accompanied by the moans of the breeder as their clients took them into the rooms of the inn. Silently ignoring that, they reached the breeding house. Agolf walked forward and held the door open for Draken.

“You were drooling by breakfast.” She tried to glare. Failed. We both snorted. But the laughter died quickly. Shiloh’s smile slipped. “It wasn’t just about you. There’s something you need to know.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “There are women at a breeding factory run by Lucian, and Jax, I think?… Sophie, they’re trapped, held against their will in cages. Impregnated. Over and over. And the babies…” She exhaled shakily. “The last one, twisted. Wrong. Harris thinks it’s the inbreeding. They don’t care. They keep breeding them like livestock.”

Tall watch towers and xamps A hand-painted sign bolted on the heavy gate read: BREEDING CAMP 17 – AUTHORIZED MALES ONLY – FERTILE STOCK PROTECTED. Oh no. This was bad. Real fucking bad. My stomach twisted. I’d heard the stories whispered in the undercities: women dragged here chained to breeding benches used until their bodies gave out. There was no escape,no mercy. Just endless cycles of being fucked and giving birth and milked Two new guards dragged me out by the elbows. My bare feet hit gravel. The night air was cold enough to make my nipples hard

"Then they can't be good. They may even be part of the rumours I have heard going around my kingdom of a number of Alphas that have what most are calling a breeding program..." "What sort of breeding program?" "Well, the Alpha of the pack takes all females in his pack that are of breeding age and allows all his unmated males turns to mate with them. He then sells any offspring resulting from their encounters to anyone willing to pay for them. Some of the Alphas even go as far as training the offspring in slavery to receive more for them." "Why are they still allowed to do that?"

"Speak, Tess." Sienna's relentless search for an alliance wasn't a secret among the elite wolf families; Tess was bound to find out sooner or later. "Yes, I am at the age where a formal mating contract is necessary for the clan's future," Sienna said, her voice dropping into a smooth, diplomatic purr. Tess let out a dry, rattling laugh over the speaker. "Have you ever considered coming back into my den as a daughter-in-law?" Sienna froze, her fingers tightening on the device. Did the old woman expect her to waste her time with a low-level enforcer like Bryce? "Bryce just finished his training cycles in the northern wild packs, didn't he? Our power levels are completely incompatible."

“A while back, I got a breeder—” “Breeder number what?” I asked him. It was a method of identification he once used the close time when we were having some random discussion. He looked glad for a bit then replied, “Breeder number two. She was from a little pack that was troubled by savages. After helping them defeat their attackers, the alpha gave away one of the daughters of his breeders as mine. It was great, you know. She was the first breeder I didn’t personally go in search of, rather she was kind of given to me as a thank you and all.”

I ask instead, “What is this mating ritual?” The car is silent, and they all turn to me. Lorcan, short black hair with soft brown eyes, cracks a grin. “I believe you humans call it copulation.” I suddenly feel sick in my stomach. “I’m not having…” I practically vomit the word. “…sex with any of you.” Cillian snorts, lounging in his seat. “Isn’t that what they always say?” “You never told me any of this,” I whisper, fear creeping into me slowly.

I was just a woman who had survived the storm, standing in the quiet peace that love had built from the ruins of war. The end. Thank you very much for your love and support guys, this chapter concludes the novel His Royal Breeder. However I'll be publishing a few chapters that continues Ezekiel story in modern setting. Hope you love and enjoy it lovelies.

"That's because I have always been a part of you. I just manifested myself to you tonight. And we are lucky we have found our mate. I don't know what's holding you from telling him when it's obvious that he feels the same way." I shook my head. "We can't be so sure, Ria. What if it's the hormones talking and not him?" Thankfully, she considered what I said and did not try to counter it immediately. "We will never know until we tell him." "And risk being rejected?" I shook my head vigorously. "No way, Ria." She growled sadly and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "Are you really serious about being done with the breeding arrangement and moving on with your life?" Her voice came again, ex

No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordinary family encountering trouble, solving it rationally, protecting each other, and living well. This is the most real, decent, and precious life.