Impregnation Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he said, spanking her ass. She was not in the mood for this. She did not know why she had to endure all this humiliation of saying yes to things even though she did not want them. letting him take her body while he groaned in pleasure. Do not get her wrong. He was good in bed, good with his mouth, and d*ck, she loved his touch, but times like this, she just wanted to focus on the task at hand, but no, she had to pretend to be interested because all newly mated lycans are enamored with each other and cannot get their hands off one another. So refusing to engage in this activity may make him talk to someone or do something.

Spreading my thighs for him I watched his eyes narrow and a hungry smile grace his handsome face. “I feel that he plans on impregnating you,” Bria whimpered in my mind and my lip curled. “I'm okay with that,” I moaned wantonly as he held my thighs. He entered me swiftly and bit down on his mate mark. His strokes were purposeful as he pumped into me with abandonment. My fingernails raked down his taut back as I savored our connection. Nothing on earth could compare to the sex between mates, I think and searched for his mouth to kiss.

He straddled my hip and carved the letter S into the skin just above my thigh. Not deep. But permanent. Azric took the blade next. He kissed my lips softly then carved A below my ribs. The pain and the bond surged together, and my body sang. “You’re ours,” he whispered. “And everyone will know it.” Then it started. My skin burned. Right between their initials. A glowing, magical brand began to form untouched. D. I gasped. And then... “Carve me in too, little flame. I’m almost there.” The voice echoed through the room like thunder in their heads.

[Author's Note: The next few chapters contain ex.pli.cit, high-steam light B.D*SM elements, including delayed or.ga.sm (edging), spa.nk*ing, and light bo*ndage. Please, skip if any of these elements might be triggering to you.] SIGRUN If you called me stubborn, you wouldn't be wrong.

“First, I didn’t get pregnant from being raped. Aiden wasn’t intentional, Jonathan… he was trying to hid what Raven and I are from some really bad people including King Orin. Jonathan is Orin’s second in command, so Orin can link directly into his mind and see out his eyes like they’re his own. Trying to hide us, Jonathan had to make him believe we were essentially worthless thus faking abuse toward me and giving no attention to Raven.”

Patience's POV Yvette's words didn't sway Kelsey. He was convinced I was embarrassing him on purpose. His Alpha pheromones, cold and metallic, grew agitated as he stared at me. His tone reeked of condescension and impatience, "What will it take for you to make your friend shut up? Want me to compensate you? Fine, name your price, just stop causing a scene!" As his words hung in the air, I felt the familiar tug of our broken mating bond.

We would lure Seraphina and Lucian into a trap at an abandoned research facility once connected to Project Reaper, the very place where my conception had been manipulated. The night before the operation, the tension was unbearable. Damien made love to me with devastating intensity in front of the fireplace. He took his time, kissing every stretch mark, every curve, until I was begging. When he finally entered me, it was slow and profound, eyes locked on mine as snow fell outside. “I love you,” he rasped, thrusting deep. “More than power, more than revenge, more than anything.” “I love you,” I gasped, meeting him thrust for thrust. “My monster, my king.”

The more he thrust his hardness, the more she engaged in his every thrust. Being attached to this guy made her going crazy like a hungry human in lovemaking. She has no idea that the person she's mating was an Alp, an Incubus in the form of a vampire-human who uses his magical powers to mate with his desired woman to pregnant her and impregnated his seeds. Luckily, Diana has strong physical energy so when he tried to come into her inner self, she could last at least five minutes but some girls he recently visited in their dreams died during their sleep. He drained their physical energy which caused a sleeping paralysis or nightmare.

“Once your wolf returns, we deal with it. Your heat form… it’s going to be sensitive. You’re sick. You’ll need me for more than just the wolf. She blinked, then a small, incredulous laugh escaped. “So… basically, I begged you to fake marry me, and now I get my wolf back… and I need you more than I thought. Fantastic. Really perfect.” “Don’t thank me,” I said, tone low, serious. “Thank Marcus.” She tilted her head. “So… when do we start preparing?” Her voice was soft, eager, almost like a child excited for a trip. That, I realized, made me tense again. She was happy about the fake marriage, but she didn’t understand the full weight of this yet. I sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “W

It was like pretending all of the other problems didn’t exist. In some ways, it angered me not to be able to be close to my mate. Now that I was calmer about everything, my lycan had decided that perhaps the best course of action would now be to fuck her into submission. He wanted to take our wayward mate and spread our scent all over her body and inside, leaving behind his essence and impregnating her so there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind that no matter what house she lived in, she belonged to us.