Crossdresser Breeding Novels & Stories

Sarah winked at Heather, making her blush. “If it’s a boy, I want him to look like Chip. I was told I looked like a little troll when I was a baby.” Heather shook her head. “My mom was a breeder too, that was how I was brought about. They were disappointed I was another girl, so she was given another job after that.” “Another?” I knew what breeder programs were, but they were almost a thing of the past no thanks to Dominic reestablishing the practice.

I must accept Kael's offer, no matter how much it goes against my will. I take a deep breath and nod my head, trying to appear calm. “Okay, Kael. I accept your offer. I'll be your breeder." Kael's face lights up with a smile. "Excellent choice, Akira. I knew you'd see things my way." He approaches me his masculine scent filling my nostrils. "Let's get started right away. We'll begin the breeding process immediately." I try to keep my anger in check as he takes my hand and leads me out of the dungeon. I know I have to play along if I want to survive.

If I had fucked my breeder as I normally would, she'd have lost consciousness in the middle of the act and I would not have stopped until it was morning, until I was satisfied with it. But that wasn't the main problem, going carefully didn't shock me as much as what I tried to do. What I had done. I, Xavier, a man who'd never lost control almost did that day. I had almost marked her. A mere breeder! Fuck, the words tasted bitter in my mouth. How could I have lost control like that? To almost mark a worthless wolf? I had never even really enjoyed sex in the past, as I only did it to punish she-wolves, but that day, I did, and I almost made a terrible mistake.

I tilted my head with a frown as her scent- lavender and a mixture of honey continued to draw me in, almost like a spell, igniting my senses. “Item twenty five is rare, breeders like her have an extraordinary ability to pass on formidable traits, ensuring that any offspring will be powerful and resilient. Her bloodline is a rare treasure-one that can elevate any pack to greatness”. “Bidding starts at one hundred silver!”. “Three hundred sliver!” “Five hundred!” “Mate” Cyrus, who had been quiet since we got here, suddenly growled in my mind, making me scoff. “No”. “What do you mean no?” Cryus asked menacingly.

She nodded her head and turned to her audience and opened her arms wide. “Children of the goddess, we are gathered tonight to consummate the mating of our leader, Alpha Kronos known as savage. We all are gathered here tonight to witness such a union and bless it under the great light of the goddess, tonight our leader will complete his duty to us and give us a new heir. This was his promise to us since the day of his coronation, to protect us and leave an heir behind him to do the same.” She looked at me and bowed her head as low as her weak body allowed then gestured to someone in the crowed. Moments later some females were back with Tamara dragged behind them.

His pupils are dilated as he looks down at me with lust. “Oh. I already know of the successful breeding between you two.” He licks his lips as his dark eyes travel down my body. “You see. Me and my cousin are very alike. You could almost say that if it wasn’t confirmed that we in fact are born of different mothers we could be mistaken for twins. This is a rare occurrence that can take place in the Galdrian race.” The elevator comes to a stop and he drags me down the corridor to the last door. Scanning his chip, the door opens and he hauls me inside and lets go of my arm.

Conceive… pregnant… child… All the words that were so foreign to me were now repeatedly reminding me what being a breeder meant. No wonder they were willing to pay that much money—no wonder they chose me. The child destined to be the next Alpha of the Drogomor pack needed to have the most powerful combination of bloodlines—ideally Alpha blood from both of his parents. But a breeder was just a tool—used once, and then thrown away. No Alphas would allow their beloved daughter to be treated that way... except my own father. "Vicky, that's enough!" Talon's sudden low, rebuke brought me back to my senses.

Most higher ups have 2-3 breeders at a time, but some don't and enjoy the company of just one breeder. My mother was bought at 16 by my father, Arthur and he is the beta to the Willow Pack in Central. My mother was a virgin, like all other breeders, when my then 24-year-old father bought her at the main breeder auction house. He bought her for $15,000 20 years ago. My mother went on to supply my father with 8 children over 20 years.

Alpha Horres would kill both me and my mate if he ever discovered him. This couldn’t get any worse than it already did. I guess I wasn’t destined to get the full strength of my wolf then. Sigh! How else could I explain a situation where my wolf required our mate to strengthen her when I was already another man’s property? I wouldn’t even dare to go out there looking for any so-called mate. “What the heck do you mean by being a breeder? Do you know who you are? Empires would kill to have you, yet you have been reduced to a lowly breeder? What a joke! Who would even dare to make you a breeder?”

I swallowed, sweat starting to form on my forehead. “And you perform exactly what you were brought here for.” My stomach sank. I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I wanted her to say it, wanted her to confirm my fears. “What I was brought here for,” I echoed. “You spread your legs,” her voice dropped, to an odd tone I couldn’t recognize, “and you carry his children.” My eyes stung with tears, my breathing grew heavy. But I didn’t let her see my weakness. “You were raised to be a breeder five forty nine,” she stated, “but what they didn’t tell you is that it doesn’t stop there.”