Rebecca Breeds Nude Novels & Stories

He spat directly into the gaping, rosebud hole before slamming back in. “Imagine it,” Louis snarled, breeding talk pouring out like venom. “Your tits swelling with milk, belly round with one of our babies while Aiden raises it. You’ll be our secret cumdump forever—sneaking off to get fucked and bred by his friends whenever that greedy cunt needs it.” Rebecca came violently around his fist, squirting hard enough to spray across the men’s chests. Her prolapsed cunt quivered and pulsed, pushing out even more as another orgasm ripped through her.

mask cracking under the sheer pressure of my gaze. Kendrick finally stepped forward, his suit looking stiff against his suddenly rigid frame. His eyes were dark with a mixture of embarrassment and suppressed rage. He looked at the guards, then at the crowd, and finally at me. "Nilah," he started, his voice a forced calm that didn't reach his eyes. "What exactly do you think you’re doing at a private auction like this? You’re clearly not in your right mind. You’re making a scene."

Appraising me. I wanted to spit and curse at them. I wanted to tell them that I'd never belong to any of them. But the words were caught in my throat, frozen by fear. I couldn't utter a sound. "I'm sure that with the right motivation, she'll be tame enough. Just show her the stick and she'll quiet down like a good little dog. She'll make a fine breeder—she has the hips for it. Well, shall we begin?" Breeder. After hearing that word, my whole world fell silent.

She finally challenges, “you wouldn’t want to risk being wrong about something so important.” I stalk forward, rudely reaching for her middle and uncinching her robe. I press my palm to her stomach, telling myself that she deserves this and more. After all, this is nothing compared to drugging someone and sleeping with them when they can’t consent. Again I feel nothing, no pulse of life, no tiny consciousness or connection. “I’m sure.” I proclaim fiercely. “As soon as the egg implants, the bond to the father forms. If you are breeding, it isn’t mine.”

She was a rather comely free breeder to whom he was instantly attracted - a weakness he couldn't seem to purge. Yes, the union between the Alpha Clone Marcius-Six and Legion General Angela Malta had legitimized such relationships, for liberals in any case, but not for Six, who came from a more traditional background in which unmediated breeding was subject to a range of sanctions that included expulsion, condemnation, and shunning. All of which should have reduced his ardor, but seemed only to fuel it, adding to the politician's misery. The clone froze the video on a tight shot of Sophie's face, studied the symmetry of her features, and felt the first signs of arousal. The voice was both har

With one hand at the small of her back, William’s mouth latched onto Rebecca’s tender breasts as he gnawed and tugged at them until her skin was raw and red. Every touch was so intense that Rebecca had to bite down on her lip to keep herself from screaming. With his free hand, he untied his robe, letting it slip onto the timber floor, revealing his body in its naked glory. She could see his manhood, full and erect, calling out to her. Then he tugged at Rebecca’s pants, pulling them down her thighs, leaving her in her silky black underwear. In embarrassment, Rebecca quickly clamped her thighs, not wanting him to see how much she desired him.

she whispered back as she closed her eyes. ---- (Rebecca's dream) She's wearing a nice, pink dress with an attractive bodice that highlighted her curves. Her mother paired it with her pair of favorite black shoes. Rebecca is only wearing a plain striped blouse and square pants that reached her ankles. She also wore a pair of white Vans sneakers because that's the kind of fashion she wanted to follow. "Becca, go with me please." Her mom pulled her hand as she got in the car. She nodded right away. She was seated on the passenger's seat while her mom is the one driving the car.

“We rush ordered the bed last night on the Internet. It arrived in pieces and we assembled it down here. You should have seen Owens’ face when I told him Rebecca’s help was all I needed. Our driver seems to think billionaires and women are equally helpless.” “He’s wrong there,” Rebecca said, emerging from the shadows of a niche. “I can lift hundred-pound tuna.” She knew how to make an entrance. She wasn’t wearing a stitch: not makeup and not clothes. She was no vamp as she came toward them. Her walk was just a walk, not shy but maybe self-conscious. Her body was naturally beautiful—slim, strong, the faint cooking scars on her arms picked up by the strong spotlight. Her small rounded breasts

she said slowly. I could see her snickering as she nodded her head, waved her hands into the air. "See you in the hall, Lupus." I laughed as I watched her back fading away. I hope I won't become her enemy in the future. Rebecca is a nymph, well a descendant of one to be exact. But, unlike the other nymphs you could find in the kingdom, she's one of a kind. She loves seeing arrogant and proud man stumble in front of her, falling into despair. She loves that kind of entertainment. One's desperation and troubles, is like a worthy kind of show in her eyes. She loves seeing their faces in pain. What a scary woman she is!

To make matters worse, Rebecca smirked as she lifted her hand from the robe she was holding, exposing a small of her nude body beneath the revealing lingerie that left little room for interpretation. I couldn't help but scoff at the ridiculousness of what she was doing. "What is this, Rebecca?" With a hint of incredulity mixed with frustration, I demanded. She said, carelessly, "It's nothing, your Majesty," her expression undisturbed by my obvious disapproval. "I just had a feeling that you were having problems, and I wanted to do everything in my power to console you. You deserve some relaxation because you've been through so much. She said, "I'm here to provide that for you," her words sou