Impregnation Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Do you believe in that, Emily?" "Mmm... Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice a delicate breath of consent. Driven by a potent cocktail of desire and anticipation, I increased the intensity of my strokes, moving the strap more vigorously against her quivering entrance. My heart raced within my chest as the flames of arousal engulfed me, engulfed us both. Each movement, each touch, brought us closer to the precipice of ecstasy. When the leather strap was thoroughly coated with her slick arousal, I brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply, savoring the heady scent that mingled with the air. It was a sweet, intoxicating fragrance that fueled the fire within me, heightening my own cravings.

So we spent some time in the library trying to see if there was any new information. All we could find is that fated mates were more common but faded out as rejections became more and more common. There was no information on how rejection works. Not that it matters now. I don’t plan on rejecting Wren. Obsidian would never allow it, and I don’t want to. Besides, the little omega is growing on me. I hate to admit it, but I’m slowly growing comfortable with her. She is slowly weaving her way into my life, and I find myself wanting to hold her close and protect her.

"Really? Is that what you think happened?" "It's a metaphor," Elion lied. "For the adrenaline." "Uh-huh. And this one? 'Anomaly 16: The Eggs. Exact replication of childhood memory. Memory implantation?'" Kieran flipped a page. The sound of the paper tearing slightly was deafening in the quiet room. "And my personal favorite," Kieran read. "'Hypothesis 9: He pays for the miracles with his own life force. He is fading.'" Kieran closed the book. He tapped it against his chin.

The air in this room suddenly heavy with tension. “Imprinted? By the fates? As in that rare form of bonding two souls so they become insanely lust and love driven to be forever together? I didn’t think any alpha had the authority to undermine that. It means you’re linked to …. Sierra’s bloodline?” His skin tone seems to pale noticeably, and his eyes darken weirdly. His mind clearly racing over a million thoughts and his forehead wrinkles deepen as his frown does. An air of mild nervousness kicking up around him.

My dream could still be realized at his side. That no matter how many try at the insemination, he would accept me. The lies upon which that promise had been built were a festering poison, tearing through my system in an unstoppable conflagration of disbelief and anguish. I could still see it with horrifying clarity - Damien's naked body writhing atop Seraphina's naked one, their limbs entangled and glistening with sweat, skin flushed from the heat of the basest passion imaginable. The act itself was damning enough, a pure violation of what we had.

Chapter 4: Eternal Knot The pack den thrummed with anticipation as the final confrontation with the Shadowfang pack loomed on the horizon. I stood at the center of it all, my body forever altered by the bonds I shared with Rylan, Thorne, and Kai. My curves felt more alive than ever—full breasts heavy and sensitive, hips wide and fertile, thighs thick and marked with their bites. The heat had peaked and begun to settle into a deep, abiding connection that made me stronger, sharper, more attuned to the pack’s rhythms. Yet the ache for their knots never fully faded; it simmered constantly, ready to ignite at their touch.

Dipping the quill once more, I wrote by lamplight, the words flowing like a confession to the old gods. *The bond is complete, and with it, a fire I thought long extinguished. She marked me not in heat's frenzy but in deliberate choice, her tears mingling with resolve. I see the northern cabin in my dreams now, not as a solitary retreat, but a home. Pups with her fire, learning the rites under starlit skies. But Marcus looms—a jealous shadow, his possessiveness a threat to what we've built. The board will convene, and I'll stand unyielding. For her. For us.*

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, my dick still twitching inside her, plugged in her warmth. As the haze cleared a bit, I pulled out slowly, watching my cum gush from her wrecked pussy, pooling on the bed. She rolled over, tracing a finger over the rune on my chest, which now glowed brighter. "Every load you dump in me binds you closer, lover. Ember feels it all—your betrayal, your lust." My stomach twisted, the horniness sated but guilt hitting me like a punch to the gut.

I couldn’t do this. I rubbed my forehead and my eyes fell on my stomach. I was holding a child of my mate. And now, I just got imprinted with someone else. How was that even possible? Rohan’s silver eyes and beige blonde hair flashed in my memory, along with that electric pull between us. It was impossible—Damon was my mate, even if he’d reduced me to a surrogate and chosen Sophie. A second mate didn’t make sense. I couldn’t let this new feeling, this imprint, unravel me. Not now.

My wolf raged within me wanting nothing more but to snap the hands of this interloper. Clarissa hesitated to take his hands, she looked at me, her blue eyes flashing sweetly, asking me if it was ok. I nodded, signaling to her that it was ok. She gave my brother her hand and he kissed it softly, lingering just enough to inhale her rich cinnamon scent. I realized that my brother had already made up his mind, he wanted to add Clarissa into his harem. He was in for a rude awakening. "Are all Black Paw girls as beautiful as you?" Threshold asked Clarissa. "If yes. Then may I say you're a cut above the rest. A goddess." He was moving into dangerous territory by making passes at my woman.