How To Use Artbreeder Novels & Stories

Amaya “It’s difficult because I still want to be luna and I will be luna, newbreeder” the end of her sentence had so much hate in it, I was a newbreeder not by choice but I still was who I was. “I’m sorry to pop your bubble but that makes no logical sense. If you are made for someone why would you want someone else, someone who wasn’t made for you,” I stated clearly no one ever said no to miss diva

Circe whimpered. “Take me,” Alessia rasped, perspiration beading her temples. “You need a breeder, right? A virgin sacrifice? Take me then.” She couldn’t face her friend at that moment; she did not want her to see her moistening eyes. “I’m untouched and still young, eighteen. Have me instead. Just- leave her.”

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

Cindy looked up at me, and took hold of my cock with her hand and let it fall from her mouth. "What should I do?" she asked me. Frustrated I responded "Keep doing what you were doing Cindy so pump my cock with your hand and tease the end with your mouth and tongue. When I start to cum you need to catch it all in your mouth." She paused for a moment, but then she meekly nodded and took my cock deep into her mouth again.

I lied through my teeth. Callum looked like he didn't believe a word I said. "And besides, Amalthea is my breeder. She isn't on the market." I reminded him. "As long as she isn't a marked and mated wolf she is always on the market." Callum retorted and my wolf growled within me at the thought of Thea marked and mated to someone who wasn't me. "If you try just a little harder, I'm sure you'll break the table." Callum chuckled and I looked down at my white knuckles which gripped the table in an iron grip.

And he wasn't about the suggest the turkey baster or donating again not after hearing what his brother had been through, he needed this, needed to be involved. “Pleasure is a tool,” he’d said. “You can use it to build trust. To create a connection. You need that, Beckett. You need something that feels good again. Someone who makes you want to feel something.” “You'd make a great dad,” he added. For the first time, Beckett hadn’t shut it down. He agreed and he’d seemed... okay with it. Maybe even a little interested. So Cade got to work. He bought a high-end fertility clinic, not just for convenience, but for control. Discretion. Privacy. If they were going to find a 'surrogate', she needed t

Not that I ever plan to have any babies with this alien anyways. “Hmm. Yeah. Well. You see. The thing is that the Galdrians do not answer well to artificial breeding, and besides, the natural way is a lot more enjoyable when conceiving.” He gives me a wink, a smug smirk on his gorgeous lips. His hand slowly makes its way closer to my core and even if I mostly feel appalled about what he says, my body betrays me. “You are going to be the mother to my children so I want to make our time together as pleasurable as possible, for the both of us.” His voice turns husky as it falls an octave. A shiver goes down my spine and I gasp. I close my eyes and try to gain control over my treacherous body. “