Impregnate Mother Novelas e Histórias

“I have researched her and her entire family and I can understand why you are attached to her. Both of you lost your fathers at a young age and both of you lost a child. And Lancelin has most probably imprinted on her, which means they are soul mates.” “You know of imprints?” I asked her surprised. “Your father was my soul mate.” Mother smiled fondly. “But what I’m worried about is how will Lance be able to maintain this relationship. Humans value fidelity but we are Incubi, we derive energy from copulation.” “Actually mother, I do have a way in which we can fix the situation.” I told her hesitantly. “But I didn’t know if it was the right time to suggest this to Lancelin. I’m glad you brough

“I got pregnant before marriage. I already lost my dignity. All I want is for the child’s father to bear responsibility as a parent. Is that so wrong?” Sally gently stroked her belly and stared at me through tear-filled eyes. “Chris, my mom always told me that men with buzz cuts were the most heartless. I never listened to her, and you absolutely disappointed me. “Who are you calling a man with a buzz cut?!” I yelled. “I may be 178-cm tall with a lower-than-average voice. But could you please at least confirm someone’s gender first before you ask them to accept responsibility?! “I’m a woman!”

I opened my eyes, hoping to see empathy, maybe a motherly sweetness shining back at me, but her expression was harder than ever. “We are born and bred to deal with this, and deal with it, you will.” Her voice was stern. Hard and sharp like a whip. “This union is good for both families.” There was this strange tone in her voice, one that spoke of something more personal. “This will help secure our name. It’ll give us more power.” My mother grabbed my chin painfully, and I winced, unable to hide the sting from my expression. “Now say it, Elara.” Her cloying, too-strong perfume made me sick.

"I'm keeping the child!" Juniper found herself declaring with all the confidence she could summon. A surge of conviction propelled her forward, and words began to flow from her lips like a river. "I'll raise him, at least until he's old enough to understand. I think every child needs their mother. Yes, he isn't biologically my child. But, I've given him a home within me. I've felt his tiny kicks, his gentle stirrings, and with every passing day, our bond grows stronger. I'm prepared to nurture him, love him, and sacrifice for him. And that, to me, makes me his mother."

Without Seraphina’s presence, my mother’s usual coldness dissolves, and the maternal figure I once knew briefly resurfaces, albeit in a measured and calculated way. The garden where we sit is vast and lush, a true sanctuary shielded from the pressures of the kingdom. Vibrant flowers, tall and brimming with life, stretch around us like a vibrant mantle of colors, the soft fragrance of lilies and jasmine petals floating in the air. My mother’s sudden change in behavior toward my wife began in the first year of our marriage. Her expectations of securing an heir for the kingdom were high. After all, she had chosen Seraphina for me herself, an enchatress like her. My mother knew that enchatresses

So, if I wanted to survive, I must fake dementia and stick to my perfect excuse, using my mother's little experience with a potion that she does not approve of and that therefore, she does not know all the side effects it causes. “Mother, I know that the smells may possibly resemble each other, but, it doesn't mean that they have any connection.” I say and my mother smiles. “Oh, so the characteristic smell of the she-wolf gestating is so common to the point that an idiot of ancient times made a medicine that not only offends the race of werewolves but the process of gestation. This is amazing, Rain. “Well, Mother… “Don't think I'm an idiot, Rain! You're pregnant!” shouts my mother angrily, s

“A real daughter of mine would have fought it! A real wolf would have had the strength and pride to walk away from her own stepfather! But you? You opened your legs for him the very first chance you got! You chose to be a home-wrecker! You chose to steal my husband away from me!” The absolute cruelty of her words broke something deep inside me. The emotional weight became too much to bear, and my legs completely gave out. I sank right down to the cold floor, burying my crying face in my hands, sobbing violently. “I… I tried so hard to resist him. I didn’t want this to happen. I hate the bond! I didn’t want… to be his… mate.” My mother stood tall over me, looking down at my shaking body on th

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.

"I'm going to breed you, ma'am!" "Ooh, fill my pussy up with all that cum and put your son in me!" she moaned, her cunt clamping down on my dick "I want to be a mother again! Being bred by a complete stranger... Oh, that's so hot. That makes me want to cum so hard on your young dick!" I slammed hard into her pussy. I fucked her with all my might, loving every second of burying into her snatch. She had a beautiful one. I loved every second of this. It was an outstanding delight to have her pussy around my dick.

My body craves to be near him all the time. I can't live here and feel the way I felt before I met Damien. After he marked me, and made me his, have never been the same. I don't feel at home here anymore. My home is where Damien is. That is where I am supposed to be right now. That is where I want to be. 'I want to give you to him peacefully and willingly.' My father's words echo through my ears over and over. When he finds out that my mate is Damien, then he won't let me be with him. He won't be willing to give me to him and there will be no peace.