Crossdresser Breeding Novels & Stories

The dilemma became how to introduce a strong male gene strain into the A****n breeding population. What this meant for the now useless breeding males was yet another horror to contemplate. My future involved walking the nearly impossible line between the 'masculine' traits they were looking for without the aggression the A****n's responded negatively to. I knew I was too aggressive and my survival was mainly through the efforts of Katrina.

I locked the oak door behind me. I walked straight to the tall wooden dresser. I pulled the bottom drawer open. The dark leather harness and the matching lace bottoms sat folded neatly in the corner. I reached out and picked them up. The material felt soft but strong. I took off my green dress. It pooled on the floor at my feet. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my underwear. I looked at my reflection. I thought about my father's cruel words. He called me a substitute breeder. He said nobody would ever choose me. He said my body was just a utility.

' C*ssie said. 'Babies? Yes, I..I am carrying his babies but will he want them anymore? He wanted me and our babies because he couldn't find any other she-wolves to match his sp*rm but now he got his mate back! They will have their pups soon because as his mate Avery would be the easiest one to conceive Ramos's pups! Will he want my babies any longer?

A flush crept over her skin, uninvited and electric. “There is to be absolutely no breeding during that time,” he added, tone flat and non-negotiable. That word. Breeding. It sent a shiver through her, visceral and uninvited. Her thighs pressed together without thinking. And yet… it was accurate, wasn’t it? That was what they were discussing. What they intended. No medical metaphors or vague euphemisms could disguise the raw reality of it. There was no other word for what they wanted her for.

Although he was not uneasy, he kept a cool demeanour. Seeing him here sitting close to me was nor something I had expected, for one I thought I was going to leave her but that doesn't mean that his intentions were pure. I still do not know why he was here? He must have his reason which might probably be linked to his first agreement with me. Breeder. The word seemed like an insult to me, like that was what could ever be to him but then he brought me out of the woods, from suffering, the demons I was facing and the ones that were eating me alive.

Greg spat out. "When I find my siblings and my parents, we will have more than enough lycans roaming this mansion. I do not need to get a breeder!" "Look around you, Axel! Where are they?" Greg roared. "Do you want them to come home and meet chaos because you were too scared to get a fucking breeder?" Greg never swore. The moment he did, I realised I was fighting a losing battle. "Fine. Fine, I will get one," I said, giving in to his demands. "But I will pick them myself!"

I try not to break down. "And what about your dream, Alpha Lucien? Does she know about it yet? Astrid? I'm sure it meant something or could." I nodded thoughtfully at Elder Alvin's words. As the night deepens, I walked my way up to Astrid Crag and this time with desperation. I am ever willing to do anything to have an heir as long as it will keep Cassius's hands off the Kingdom. I can't afford to let my people suffer. "Alpha Lucien. What a pleasant surprise?" she greeted and I hastily settled on the mat in front of her.

"How many?" "Quite a few," I blush. So rarely do drakes take an interest in my hobbies. "I have quite the herd now. I like to breed them to see if I can obtain exotic mixtures. Have you seen the offspring of a Desert Western and a South Lander? They are quite stunning.

The words were simple, direct, and shocked most people. "Listen, listen! By the order of Emperor Kaelric Valen Drazor, who saved Kaldor and brought back order! His Imperial Majesty, having been miraculously saved from danger by a kind person with great character, has decided to marry this noble person. The maiden known as Liora, who showed amazing kindness and bravery in the Emperor’s worst moments, will be honored and will become the Empress of Kaldor!"

It was warm and thick, making her skin crawl. “No.” “Check her for the item.” Hands began to pat down her sides, roughly grabbing and pulling her limbs aside before fumbling beneath her torn cloak, then shirt. They groped her non-sexually for no one desired an Omega and they were perhaps the least sexually assaulted species in the wolf kingdom. Who would want to breed a population loathed by many, if not all? “Nothing,” muttered one of them and their hands left her briskly.