His Breeding Obsession Novels & Stories

“She was the perfect choice. Young, healthy, and desperate. Once she gives birth, we take the child and get rid of her. She’s served her purpose as the breeding vessel.” Stanley’s deep voice replied calmly, “Exactly. I never wanted a wife. I only needed her womb. The sooner she delivers, the sooner we can end this nonsense.” Melinda’s hand flew to her mouth. The tea cup slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor.

"Yes, what can't wait? If it's about taking supplements to have a baby, I'm going to pretend that you never brought that up." "Joey, what do you mean? Do you think you're all that now, talking to me like this? I don't care where you are; you must come back to the Gray Estate immediately today!" Rose's anger flared up instantly. How dare the normally compliant Joey defy her? "If you want a great-grandchild, you have to persuade Zachary. I can't reproduce asexually. By the way, I'm busy here. Don't call if it's not urgent," Joey said before hanging up right away.

But it was her eyes that captivated him the most, shining under the soft lights of the room, filled with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. A fire ignited in Leonard’s veins. He was not a man who left his desires unfulfilled, and when he wanted something, he always got it. He approached her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, then reached out and gently wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger. “I never knew you could be… this breathtaking.” Isabella looked at him cautiously, disliking the gleam of desire in his eyes. “This is just a party, Leonard. Don’t make it more than it is.”

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.

He kept breeding me through orgasm after orgasm, talking dirty the entire time. “Imagine it,” he groaned, hips slamming against me. “Your belly swelling with my child while you model in my private photoshoots. You’ll be spoiled, fucked, and knocked up. My perfect little breeding whore.” “I’m cumming again… fuck, Damon!” I screamed, squirting all over his cock as another violent orgasm tore through me. He fucked me through four more orgasms, switching positions constantly, always talking about breeding me, owning me, ruining me for anyone else.

The sensation is obscene and possessive and absolutely perfect, and I whimper at the feeling of his fingers working his release deeper into my body. "Soon," he growls into my ear, his body covering mine, his weight pressing me into the desk. "Soon I'm going to breed you properly. Going to knot you and mark you and make sure every person who looks at you knows exactly who you belong to. Going to fill this perfect pussy with my cum until you're swollen with my pups. Would you like that, brat? Want me to breed you?" "Yes," I whisper, and I mean it with every fiber of my being. "Please."

No, I'm not crazy. There were your hands too. Your hands are used to stroking other bodies. I am perfectly inexperienced, and I think you noticed. I'm sorry and a little ashamed, but can we take the course of things and turn them to our advantage? I don't like to keep the other person feeling disappointed. No one deserves to experience disillusionment. I was not perfect. My actions were nothing like those of an architect who masters plans well. I felt lost, and, at the same time, I loved to get lost and scream in that pillow. It was as it was waiting for me. Besides, tell me, was it intentional on your part? I felt your will to dominate me, and I think it kept me going. I felt like a prisone

The veins that were wired on his face became visible as sweat continued to roll down his face, not minding that it was still morning, in which everywhere was supposed to be cool. “You know, when they say that you're my carbon copy, I used to bring a picture of you and look at it. Often when I do so, I end up laughing. A King begot a king, that's something worthy of celebration. Damon, you're my only son who willingly or unwillingly, all my wealth, strength, and weakness, you're supposed to inherit all. Most times when elders make decisions for the unborn generation, they don't make it because they assume that their offspring will be weak, they only make it so that the generation will be adva

She hasn't mated for a while so it won't take him long to get her pregnant. -I'm worried he'll kill her in the process. It's a little violent during mating and she's so small. -He won't kill her- the man carrying her laughed, -He's a male, his instinct is to breed with a female in heat, not to mark her. We don't know how it works, but he is capable of tearing her apart and leaving her alive enough to give birth later. Puppies are very expensive, so we don't have the luxury of him doing his own thing. The training he underwent earlier also helped.

And apart from his business his personal life was working with his brother, Irtaza and partner, Moosa in strengthening the mafia. He was an obsessive man. In every field of his life he always carried an obsession in his heart to produce the results he wanted. If he won't get any thing by fair means he would use his own dangerous ways to get things done then but at the end he would have what he wanted. Marriage was nowhere in this circle of his life. And his father had put up this weird demand. And the only woman that was on his mind these days was just Sheharzaad. As if she had done some magic on him.