Crossdresser Breeding Novels & Stories

His raven black hair, his sharp jawline, and his face screams perfection as his gaze singed right into my face, setting my whole body on fire. He took a step forward and my heart turned cold. He was breathtakingly handsome, smelt dangerous, and looked like he was shrouded by darkness. I swallowed when the reality hit me that if he ever finds out that I was his enemy’s daughter then one thing was going to happen. He was going to kill me since he held another different kind of hate for people related to my father. All of this had to be a nightmare because not only was I selected to be Thorne’s breeder, but how in the world would I become a breeder when the doctor told me that my womb was damag

Lyra whooped heavily with my mother too but i just sat there staring at them in confusion. I knew how the world works. Enough to know that it cost my father something. And to confirm my thoughts, the father cleared his throat, “In return for that…i will have to give one of my daughters to become the alpha’s uhm…mistress.” My heart fell immediately when his gaze shifted to me. No, no no he cannot do this. “The Silver Fang pack has offered more than half a billion dollars for you Xenia, and we accepted the offer. As from now you are their Alpha’s mistress.”

séx, kissing and any other stuff considered intimate are not allowed. "Then what do you find funny their Mr. Hayes?" Charvie asked, with raised brows. "How do we breed?" Cruz stopped leaning in the chair, his hand placed below his chin, as he stared at Charvie who gave him a confused look. Charvie after getting what he said turns to the lawyer "Can you tell him I am no chicken, but an human...breed?" Charvie was agitated with the kind of word he had choosed to use. "I think Mr. Cruz is trying to say, how would you birth his children with this kind of rules."

came up with, which worked perfectly. And that was what led to the creation of many mutants, but our boss got jealous and greedy and wanted to have the mutants all to himself. He cut all ties with us and sent us parking, this made us angry and we decided to repay him by creating a specie of animal in human form. After much deliberation, we ended up choosing the animal, a wolf. We planned on using the product of this new experiment to cause problems for the man from the north who was our boss. We started the experiment and we were able to make men transform into wolves or act like wolves. We named them werewolves Zee, we made them cause crime and make havoc all over the city, linking e

Xandros said and the elder cleared his throat loudly as he looked at Alpha Wyatt. "Lycan Lord, we were all her when the gracious ceremony of your wedding with Lady Maren took place and you choose her as your mate. Why are you picking an issue with it now? Is it because of your breeder?" Everyone turned to look at him as the elder purposely placed him in a tight spot. "Precisely," Xandros nodded his head lightly with a smirk, "My breeder is my true mate..but I'm sure you all know that by now. That's why I want to change her status from breeder to Luna, so you all can respect her.""

And when it takes me fully, there will be nothing left of me, only the beast I have no command over. I inhaled deeply, as my eyes darkened at the thought. There was only one way to break the curse. By breeding an heir. My heir. And she is the only key. Valtira. The one who fate has bound me. If I claim her, and she bears my bloodline, the curse will shatter. But if she fails and time runs out… Then not only will I be lost, but my offspring, should I ever sire one, would inherit the same curse, doomed to carry the hunger through eternity.

My throat closes around the words. “If they’re captured and forced to be a breeder,” Ella whispers. Her hand brushes against mine in silent recognition of the painful memory of my mother. I let my fingers drift over hers in the shadow of her cloak before curling my hand into a fist and shoving it into my jacket pocket. “His parents being mates is nearly impossible but true in their case.Offspring between the two species is even more impossible. It shouldn’t happen, which is why you’re so damn unbelievable.”

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?”

It was gorgeous–something you’d see on a supermodel or on a Breeder A who was mated to a noble or high-ranking official. The dress was a farcry from the drab black dresses we were forced to wear in Eden. I slipped out of my jeans and t-shirt and tugged on the dress. The fabric felt nice on my skin–there was no itching, just pure comfort. I examined my figure in the mirror, turning from side to side. I was on the petite side, and didn’t have curves for days like the other breeders; however, the dress accentuated what little I did have. “You look ridiculous preening like that in front of the mirror.”

Their witch blood allows them to drink from a mother-witch, but human milk and formula are useless. A minor problem. We had already decided that Riding Hood witches wouldn’t be mated to wolves. Only inferior witches—outsiders, tools, incubators— would carry these miracle warriors. Since the only way to breed them is by rutting with those disease-ridden curs, Iris and Nissa will serve as our breeders—for now. New mates can be chosen for them later. Losing the rogues alongside Lucianne was unfortunate. They were our three strongest fighters. But as soon as we subjugate the Texas wolves, it won’t matter.