His Breeding Obsession Novels & Stories

Ever. He doesn’t lose anything. So that little whispered plea in the infirmary? That had to be strategy. He was keeping the investment alive. Making sure the breeding stock didn’t die before she gave us what we paid for. That’s all. The rule is clear, no feelings. She’s a womb with teeth. A weapon we leash and fuck and breed. Nothing more. And yet… the memory of his mouth on her knuckles keeps looping. The way his voice cracked when he said “don’t you dare die on me.” That wasn’t strategy. That was something else. Something dangerous.

I looked up one last time, seeing his face, no longer angry, but filled with a terrifying, possessive hunger. He leaned into my ear and whispered into my ears before the darkness took me, "Mate." He smirked, "Get some rest. You're going to breed me alot of heirs."

“Excellent. She was chosen for exactly this purpose, Damien. Clean bloodline, no powerful connections, desperate enough to sign anything we put in front of her, and clearly fertile. You needed a proper breeding vessel for a worthy Blackthorne heir. Nothing more. Don’t start getting soft on me now.” My blood turned to ice in my veins. “A breeding vessel?” Damien let out a low, humorless chuckle that sent chills racing down my spine. “Soft? Don’t insult me, Victor. She knows her place perfectly. Once she delivers a healthy child—preferably a son—the real purpose of this contract is fulfilled. After that… we’ll see. Keep pushing the board hard on the succession clause. I’m not letting my empire

"Too expensive and you're in effect just starting out. You want a breeding ranch. A bull who can sire champions. Cows who can drop quality calves. Much smaller and easier to operate." She'd been learning a whole new language along with everything else. And working hard to keep her hormones under control. When she'd visualized a younger man she hadn't expected one quite so...seasoned. Or completely masculine. Every time she looked at him her palms itched to rip off his clothes. She tried to push the erotic thoughts away and smiled at him. "Gotcha." He looked at his watch. "Five o'clock, boss lady. Time to knock off for the day."

"No man can make a wolf." Halvard was quiet a long moment. When he spoke, his voice was slow and measured. "You know breeding. What a man breeds, he breeds for a purpose. For some trait or quality. If a farmer breeds chickens, he does not want birds with broken legs. If a huntsman breeds dogs, he does not want hounds who cannot chase." "No, he does not," I said. My eyes were still on the floor. I did not want to hear the rest and I could not stop him saying it.

I hold perfectly still, looking to Weston for guidance. "Good girl," he murmurs. "So obedient. Let him see how soft you are." The hand travels down my back, along my spine, stopping just above my ass. I feel myself getting wet from the exposure, the objectification, the knowledge that I'm being shown off like a prized animal. "Exquisite." The man withdraws his hand reluctantly. "If you ever want to breed her, let me know. I have a pet who would make an excellent sire." Weston laughs, his hand returning to possessively stroke my hair. "I'll consider it when the time is right."

But there’s something in his eyes I’ve never seen before. “Tell me.” He’s quiet for a long moment. Then: “I want to watch you get bred by other men.” I blink. “I want to select them,” he continues, the words coming faster now. “Vet them. Choose them for specific qualities – size, stamina, fertility. I want to organize the whole event, set the rules, prepare everything. And then I want to sit and watch while they fill you with their cum. One after another. Until you’re overflowing.”

He held there, pressing hard, making sure it stayed inside. As he finished, he whispered against her ear, "This is just the start. I want to breed this pussy. Fill you up until you're carrying my child. No more protection after today." Rebecca froze at his words. The breeding obsession in his voice was new and terrifying. She felt his cum leaking a little as he finally pulled out. It was warm and sticky between her thighs.

Giving Oscar a lazy look that matched his body language, Samuel asked, “What is it?” After taking a brief moment to compose himself, Oscar said, “I have contrived a way to handle the breeders that will eliminate the need for restraints and gags. It also makes mounting them easier as well as more pleasurable for the males who are required to impregnate them. Battling against resisting arms and legs makes it more like work for them.” Raising a brow with interest, Samuel shifted his body so that he was sitting up. Leaning forward, he said, “Continue.”

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?