Mating In Captivity Indigo Novels & Stories

Ismena flinched, trepidation crossing her expression, but she did not interrupt him. He stopped and turned to her, "The reason I'm telling you this is that there's a possibility that the cougar will want to mate with you and even though you should not let that happen, I still want you to know the basics you need to know about mating with our other-halves." "Okay, I'm listening." She breathed. "Knotting also happens sometimes during mating, when the animal is in charge." He went on. "What does it mean?"

It was getting harder everyday knowing that he had a mate but couldn't get close or talk to her. From what he noticed, she did not talk to people and was always on her own with her freaking head bowed so that others wouldn't see the bruises on her face. Dammit, everything was so complicated. " Grandma say something” he couldn't bear her silence anymore " Baby I don't know what to say, but this is very complicated. A wolf has not been mated to a human for thousands of years now, and she is still a minor living with her parents. I don't know what to say”

“I told them that I would give them the answer tomorrow.” “They can’t have babies,” Logan mused. “Being mated isn’t about reproduction. It’s about love and companionship.” She indicated towards their joined hands. “But there are ways…” “Many people will object to fertile women being taken out of the mating pool.” Logan warned. “Have you considered artificial insemination? Do you have something like that?” He was silent for a second. “What is that?” Ellis was glad he couldn’t see her expression at the moment. She explained and could hear how confused Logan was.

“Well, I feel like that’s a conversation that you two need to have. He should’ve had it with you already but I digress. From what I could see and smell, he was going to mate you.” “We already...mated, Havana.” Cheyenne said, confused. “Yes, you guys made love, that’s one of the steps. But when you are bitten by him you’ll go through the Alter. His hormones were going haywire when you guys got home.” “But why?” “The only way the mating or Altering hormones are triggered is if your mate thinks you’re dying or dead. So what happened before you guys got home?” Havana asked. Cheyenne sighed, sitting back against the seat.

“It doesn’t end until we die, does it?” “Some go into domestic servitude if they happen to live past their breeding capabilities, but most die from complications,” Josie said. She looked long and hard at the young captive. “I can’t lie to you, my dear girl. Those shots that we give you pretty much guarantee conception. The problem is that if you are bred too close together, you could continue to conceive. You’re not the first to be used by the guards in such a way. It happens more often than you might think. It’s become a type of competition between them. What these men either don’t realize or don’t care about is the fact that these women risk conceiving as much as six or seven times i

“But anything for my girl.” I managed to smile even through the sexual tension as I climbed on top of him. I sat straddling his thighs as Clay clutched the desk above his head, from trying to reach for me. And then I used my own claws to slice through his pants and boxers to free his shaft from his restrains. I swallowed at the sight of him. He was big and I wanted him inside of me. It was a good thing that wolves had really low fertility rates and couldn’t get pregnant without their mates or we would be wasting a lot of time finding condoms.

Nora slapped her, “Do you think I am deaf? I heard her (she gritted her teeth) does she mean, she and Dev, dungeon girl and Dev mated?” Indigo replied while rubbing her cheeks with a shrunken face, “If not they mated, why would our crown prince rip her clothes off? For not just to see her naked body I hope.” Nora breathed fire and her chest heaved in rapid inhale and exhales. Indigo added some logic to her words just to cool Nora before she could make any drastic move, “But my lady, if they mated, then as prophecy, the spirit of dragon would be made the flames shower. Our crown prince’s dragon is white and blue. So it would shower blue or white flames. Nothing happened ever like that.”

Our hands rubbed our clits frantically as we came repeatedly from the total degradation. After the golden shower, we were laid side-by-side on the central platform in extreme mating press positions. The final breeding ceremony lasted over four hours. Every man took multiple turns dumping thick, potent loads deep into our pregnant wombs. Victoria used syringes, funnels, and her own fists to push every drop past our cervixes, ensuring the new babies were bathed in fresh family seed on top of the existing pregnancies. We babbled brokenly through our endless orgasms:

In some packs all ranked members are required to perform the mating ceremony. From firsthand experience, the mating ceremony is exciting. At first, it’s hard to imagine going through with it. Once it’s started and you hear the clapping, feet stomping, and the howls, it’s exhilarating. There is something about watching others please their mates that is exciting, and arousing. When I looked out at the crowd and noticed the size of it had doubled and some mated pairs were engaging in their own sexual gratification while watching us, it was amazing.

Her cheeks flushed as she remembered the sculpted nudity she had been trying to ignore. “You must have lived under a rock or something, princess.” He said, tapping her nose gently, though a tremor shook his hand and he nearly missed, “The imprinting process between true mates is instinctual and happens through consummation. But chosen mates can intentionally imprint through strong emotions during... well, the right moment.” Lyra furrowed her brow, unsure of what he meant. “Is it like a... mark or something?” He hesitated but then gave a soft sigh as though accepting her lack of knowledge on the topic.