Mating In Captivity Indigo Novels & Stories

Serena’s voice was thick with emotion. “Indie was your mate? But you’re a succubus.” He said questioningly. “Yes. But only half. The siren in me prefers killing men and being with women. A siren’s true mate is always female. We can breed with any male, normally we pick humans so we’ll have full siren daughters. Since I’m half succubus, I don’t have to worry about pregnancy until I’m marked by my male mate. Indie would bring home energy for me. Part of the reason Maddie went out on Friday was to seal her form. The other was to get energy she could share with me.” She admitted. “It’s the only way to hide my scent.”

If I wasn’t mating with her then it wouldn’t matter, considering I am able to cum multiple times. After I officially claim her though, both of us will be unable to continue. The first time I was mated, I couldn’t get it up for nearly twenty-four hours. There was no way I was about to risk messing things up to where I couldn’t finish the mating ritual. It would be painful physically for both of us.

He carefully entered his bath bowl full of cold water and shivered, the coldness helped him a little bit. The cruelty about the double estrus was that except for one's true mate, it was quite picky on who to mate with. Drake could mate with five female dragons and the symptoms would still persist, it was a gamble and Drake didn't want to do that. He wanted to remain faithful to his true mate until he found her.

‎"You've got to tell me this isn't correct... Please tell me it's a mistake.... It can't be, please Dr., please..." ‎"I am really sorry, Luna...am..." ‎"I'm sure I can still have children, doctor… my womb is fine, just like every other woman’s, right? I deserve that chance… every woman deserves to hold her own child, don’t they?" ‎Mated to Eamon, the pack's Alpha, for 2 years now, we haven't had any child. Eamon manifested as my mate while I was 18 at the pack's mating ball, all the pack knew me, and they all hid their thoughts towards the fact that I haven't conceived yet. So Eamon suggested an ultrasound test, and to my greatest surprise, the test showed I could never conceive.

I wasn't just mated to Lorenzo anymore. I was mated to all three brothers.

"This life. Whatever blood-oath you think you owe me. Pay it off with the next Blood Moon cycle." I didn't move. "We'll see who owes who." He let out a soft laugh with something warm in it. The sound traveled through where his forehead touched mine, and the cut on the back of my neck where the old mate mark had been severed stopped burning for the first time. ***** The night before the Mating ceremony, Daphne was rummaging through every closet. She laid out the ceremonial gown over and over, fussing for half the night. I had my eyes closed. "Daphne. Sleep." She made an agreeable sound, and was quiet for a second. Then I heard her go through another drawer.

"Any time, yes. There's no bond restriction." Beanne confirmed it with a nod. "But mated couples are different. The female has to go through her second heat before the pair can conceive. It's a biological lock. The bond has to reach a certain stage before the body will allow it." I nodded. I looked down at my tea. Then I said, very quietly, "We don't use protection." The silence that followed was specific. Nala looked at the ceiling. Afnie pressed her lips together. Beanne very carefully set her mug down.

The one person created to care for her, accept her, love her. And because of that, as Dominic had pointed out, Ava wouldn’t have wanted her trapped in a mating she didn’t want. Ava would have expected her to do whatever it took to escape that fate. But this particular escape route was complicated. “Even if I agreed to this deal, I don’t see how we could fake a mating bond. It’s extremely intimate. Mates are touchy-feely, they never spend time apart, they scent each other, they wear each other’s marks, and they have a link that helps them sense each other’s moods. How could we ever fake a metaphysical connection like that?”

"She's my mate." "She is a rogue wolf," he says, "with no pack, no standing, no verifiable lineage, and no legal status within this structure beyond the guardian assignment I gave her, which I gave her as a temporary measure to keep you alive, not as a pathway to..." He stops. Restarts. "She has been in this compound for months and in that time she has attacked a guard, attempted unauthorized exit from the premises, infiltrated Ironclaw territory under diplomatic pretense, and is now pregnant with my heir's child under circumstances that any reasonable pack council would classify as deliberate manipulation of succession protocols." He says all of this with the methodical precision of someone

“Tell me. Whatever it is, let’s begin. Right now. I’ll do anything.” She looked me over, as if measuring my sincerity. “You and Stephanie must bond back,” she said simply. “You must be officially mated. That’s the only way she’ll survive this. That’s what the spirit of your child demands.” “Bond back…” I repeated, the words sinking deep into my gut. “You mean I should mark her?” “Yes,” she confirmed. “You must complete the soul bond that started when you first came together. Only then will the pull on her soul stop. Only then will her strength return… and your child will no longer be torn between life and death.”