Impregnate Me Novels & Stories

Tonight, it left a bitter taste in my mouth. "Fucking circus," I muttered, reaching for my lipstick. My hand hesitated over the tube. Did I really need another coat? Who was I trying to impress? I knew the answer, even if I didn't want to admit it. This whole charade was for Alex's benefit. Sure, I stood to gain from our arrangement too, but right now, it felt like I was nothing more than arm candy for Seattle's most eligible bachelor. The door swung open without warning. My eyes flicked to the mirror, catching Alex's reflection as he sauntered in, all easy confidence and tailored suit.

-Aline- If I were normal, he would have knocked the breath out of me. Instead, the ferocity of his desire inflames mine for him. My inability to give or refuse consent ignites my anger. I still hate him, I still hate this. But I can't seem to stop myself. This is not what I imagined imprinting would feel like. God, please don't let this be an imprint. If it is, this is exactly what Jian described imprinting to be. Lust, plain and simple.

“I’m gonna come inside you until I impregnate you.” And as excitement and ecstasy takes over me, I begin to wonder what part of the statement makes me even more happier. Is it the threat that somehow feels like a gift? Is it the idea to be dominated and feel gentle and soft and being mounted by a bull? Or perhaps it's because he's willing to take the responsibility of impregnating me?

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes," I moan. "Yes, I want it. I want you to breed me. I want you to ruin me. I want you to use me however you want." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

"Lie back for me." He lies back and I straddle him so that his cock is lying flat against my soaking wet entrance. And then I slide up and down the length of him, coating him in my arousal. At the same time, I play with my nipples, keeping eye contact. "Don't tease me, Adrianna. I can't handle it." "What's the magic word?" He bares his teeth. "Please." I rise up and crouch over him, because I'm probably feeling just as desperate as him right now. His cock springs free and then I impale myself on him, hard and fast.

The world was my playground, and I was the king. I turned my attention to the Hypnotic Perfume, examining the small, elegant bottle in my hand. The liquid inside shimmered enticingly, promising to enhance my powers even further. I noticed a small inscription on the bottle: "Refillable. $100,000 per refill. Each refill provides 10 sprays."

Carrie moaned louder. Soon, I was pounding her pussy hard but with controlled passion. I told her I would show her a fucking filled with love, not animalistic need. She came twice more before I filled her now unprotected pussy with my seed. I whispered again, like with my mother and sisters, "I'm going to breed you, Carrie, truly take you and make you my own. Would you like that? To be taken, claimed, and impregnated by your own Nephew? Filled with my child for all the world to see."

' She tried slamming her mind shut and realized for the first time that she was no longer able to keep me out. I didn't even know myself that I'd imprinted on her so hard that we'd already reached that stage. Usually that only happens after we'd been intimate with each other. After I cum in her the first time my sperm will leave an indelible mark on her, in her, that will last a lifetime and will only grow stronger each time I take her.

I cry out, twisting against his iron grip. "Never," he growls. He pulls me flush against his body, lifting me slightly onto my toes. He buries his face deep into the crook of my neck, his lips pressing desperately against my pulse point. The crash of his body against mine is devastating. He smells like soap, clean rain, and pure, unfiltered male desperation. His heart is pounding a desperate, chaotic beat right against my own. The mere, overwhelming sincerity of him surrounds me, a protective fortress I haven't felt in over a thousand days.

I mean, I already knew that, but having someone else confirm it… “It doesn’t matter, Maya. I’m not—” The intercom in the room beeped. Maya perked her brows as she punched the button. “Sensual performance tonight, Candy!” Marcus said in a chirpy voice. “Where did you get that energy from? Hope you have some saved for your blond boyfriend. He seemed pretty impatient.” Then it beeped again. “I told you—” I stuck my nose up in the air proudly. “Well, it doesn’t matter, because I’m not going anywhere…” She furrowed her brows at me. “Are you not a little bit curious as to why he’s here?”