Milked Males Novels & Stories

another of the males standing by Isolde's right chimed in. "That's going to cost a fortune, you know? Getting a fine breeder to bear you a pup and paying a fine wet nurse to feed the pup," his friend reasoned. Isolde realized then how things were being done in Abbator. The males pay for the breeder to sleep with them and knock them up with their pups. Then when the breeder gives birth, the male comes and claims the baby and also gets the baby a wet nurse. That was how they boosted their population. Isolde couldn't help but wonder how many babies had been born in the domain since she came.

We didn't start off great, but we ended up together, and soon, we will be fully mated. Tonight was the red moon and we were attending for the Alpha's that fought for a mate. The rules were any female could pick as many of the males as they wanted. Then the males chose the females. If more than one male chose the same female that chose them, then they fought for her. I smiled that my suggestion to the warriors worked and was fair.

Milk from Sophia’s tits dripped onto Aurora’s skin, warm and sticky, as the older men continued using them without mercy. The climax built slowly, relentlessly. Both sisters were placed on their backs in full mating press, legs folded brutally behind their heads. The seven older men took turns breeding them, their thick, experienced cocks slamming deep into their overstuffed cunts and asses. The deep, crushing pressure made their bellies bulge slightly with every thrust. The wet, squelching sounds were loud and obscene. Thick, creamy froth bubbled out around the invading cocks as they ruined the sisters’ holes.

“Now I understand the fuss. In heat too. No wonder you’ve been distracted, Killian.” “That’s quite a scent she’s putting out,” a third one added, his voice dropping lower. “Strong bloodline. Good breeding potential.” I wanted to disappear. Wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Killian’s hands were clenched on the table, his knuckles white. “Watch your mouths.” “We’re just making observations,” the first Alpha said, still staring at me. “No offense intended. It’s natural for unmated males to notice a female in heat. Instinct, you understand.”

He smiled, "Another surprise about you. I had you pegged for a girl who rides on the back. Not drives. And what is that? Luna?" I laughed and told him the story of how I earned the nickname. He said, "Yeah, the unmated males in our neck of the woods can be quite forward". I said, "We got it nipped in the bud very quickly, so it wasn't a continuing problem". He said, "I have no doubt".

Zalu says, and I swallow my last piece of food. "And if the male I don't want wins," I ask, and Zalu shrugs. "Then the male who wanted you, to begin with, is the better provider, and the male you wanted doesn't really want you. Because if he wanted you, he wouldn't stop fighting until he was dead. Mates are precious. Once you bond, there is no breaking the bond. A male who doesn't fight to his last breath isn't someone I would bond myself to," Zalu says, and again, my mouth falls open.

“Focus on rescuing the male pups.” The words fall like a blade. My brother blinks. “The… what?” “The male pups,” I repeat, my voice cold. “They are the future warriors. The future Alphas, Betas, commanders. Pull them out first.” Behind me, Ravelle’s breath catches sharply. “In this world,” I continue, merciless, “strength is survival. Males grow into fighters. Leaders. Protectors. Without them, this pack dies.” I feel her turn toward me as if I’ve struck her.

"That's the easiest answer. They think it's a choice. They believe if I just want to be straight? I will be." Brian wrapped his arm around Ryan's waist and hugged him against his side. It was clear from the gesture how much affection and love existed between the pair. Why would a family cast them out of their line for loving one another? "There are much fewer instances of female births than male among Zen. Our mating units are usually one female with three or more males to increase her likelihood of conceiving. Males form close relationships as they spend most of their time together. Zen don't understand refusing to contribute to the bloodlines. As long as one is willing to try to breed? Mal

I tell him, and he tightens his hold on me and sighs. “Care to explain what you mean? I have no idea why you would think that. So explain it to me. Whatever it is, we can work it out.” Why does he have to be so, so nice? “You wanted to know why I said those males would die. Well, it is because when I first went into my mating season many, many years ago. He died and so did the rest that tried. Sirens aren’t like wolves when they go into heat. She-wolves breed and the males, especially alpha males rut. It is pleasurable and there is hardly ever blood shed.” I say, taking a breath, ok here goes.

“In my head, we need older, more stable members in the top three places before the letter. We were looking at Victor, Lucifer and Kane. The only one that really works for any of those posts is Victor; however, if we added Dixion and other packs send ‘heirs’ of some sort, they’ll see it as favourable if we accept he would have to be in the top ten males, but we would have to be careful where.” Milo, who had been quiet until now, spoke for the first time, “Usually, harems reward younger males as they last longer in the bedroom, but older ones would be easier to do the required task, their sperm counts would be more likely to be higher, more settled and stronger pups because their father is. Bu