Rebecca Breeds Nude Novels & Stories

“And you think that one would care to check on you as you scream? Your scream will come from this area of the territory.” Some would surely hear me, but they would figure out that the voice seeking help was a breeder's voice. No one would help a breeder, not when they were performing their duty. In layman's terms, not when they were being fucked. “I'll be quick. You don't have to do anything but lay there. Spread your legs and offer it to me.” I shook my head as I took a step back, but then my back hit the cold wall. “No. You won't be given a chance to touch me ever. I am Alpha's breeder and not just a simple pack's breeder-”

Nicholas P.OV I could tell that she was turned on already, but she didn't know I had devilish plans for her. I moved towards her and watch her fold her lips into a thin line, her heartbeat could be heard. Beads of sweat on her forehead, she closed her eyes expecting the worse. I drew back and stare at her, she remained in the same position, her vagina was wet already. My eyes traveled to her breast, her nipples were hardening already. I have never seen such a beautiful clean tit like hers, I couldn't help but grab and suck them. Immediately my tongue came in contact with her nipples, and she let out a soft moan, that alone stirred me up. I pressed and sucked the hell out of her nippl

A piece of her must feel disgusted knowing that the look is one of hungry lust from an immortal. “We’ll be down in a minute,” I promise. Beau tightens his jaw. It looks like he wants to say something else, and based on the look on his face, that ‘something else’ probably involves moving away from his new prize. Instead he gives a clipped nod and leaves. Rebecca rolls off the bed. There are a few deep bruises around her wrists and ankles from being held in captivity. They’ve had a few days to heal, however, and the color has deepened to a shade that’s reminiscent of a molded eggplant.

She keeps moving the scissors down until her shirt is completely cut open, exposing her top half. "Jesus," I say, looking across the scars on her body. Some are long and lightning-like, others are short and thick. They litter her pale skin from the collar of her shirt to below the beginning of her pants. A part of me wants to remove the rest of her clothing to see the full extent of her damage, but I can't tear my eyes away from the ones in front of me to do so. "So this is what being a mutt gets you in a pack," Rebecca says quietly. My eyes make their way back to her sleeping face. So peaceful, so soft and pale. Her eyes are sunken in and dark, and her stomach is concave from lack of nutri

, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten. “No, there’s still another one. Esca, capture him.” Conri ordered. “He is entering the borders on your right. Kill him.” Esca molds an ice archer and deliver the bow to the remaining Lighten running from the reaper of death. “Amazing! Your smell is really amazing, Con!” “Well, he is just the son of the strongest werewolf. And, his mother is a crossbreed.” Risse exclaims with pride. “Even if he’s a half-crossbreed, his ability is still above us. Ugh! I can’t stop from admiring you, King!” Esca jumps to Conri’s arms and hugs him.

I placed my back against it and continued listening to the conversation. “Where did you guys go?” Seth asked Janelle. “We went to go see Rebecca.” London said, finally speaking up. “Our Rebecca?” Briselle said. “I guess.” Janelle said. “She was a Caucasian girl, petite, blonde hair and stands at 5’1 in height?” “Yeah, that’s her.” “Is she even gay?” London asked. “No, that one is wild.” Naomi said. “She does what she pleases.” “Yeah, fucking a fanger was one as well.”

The surrogate nudged Rebecca to bend each knee in turn as she slid off the sneakers and anklet socks, and pushed her pants off, leaving the girl standing before the three onlookers in nothing but her ribbed white tank top and matching white cotton bikini panties. Rebecca trembled a bit, more from excitement than from cold, but made no effort to cover herself. Ms. Cameron stood behind her and whispered in her ear. "You have such a beautiful body. Look at how hard your future husband's dick is as you stand here, nearly naked before him. He's anticipating your warm wet lips engulfing his thick shaft."

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They rose and fell gently with her breath. God, they were perfect. And I’d sucked them. The memory was a live wire. I'd had those dusky nipples in my mouth, felt them harden against my tongue. She'd fucked me with these very tits, milked my orgasm out with their soft, oily heat. She liked to suck them herself, just like Rebecca did. Rebecca... whose huge, slap-marked tits l'd abused just hours ago. Anna's perfect, perky breasts by the pool. Rebecca's wet, hairy cunt. The way she'd sobbed as she came, admitting she wanted to eat her own mother out...

While others were clothed in leathers, Rebecca wore a sexy black wiggle dress with a ruffle top and long satin gloves, looking like a pinup model from the '50s. "Is this your first time being led by a female Dom?" Rebecca asked Ava, who was looking around nervously. "Yes. Hunter never really led me," she replied. "He just showed me around. Onyx tried, but I was too nervous." "I heard about that. Onyx is a nuisance. Tonight, I'll show you what it's like to be in subspace while letting you feel at ease. So don't worry. We're just learning." What should have been a simple answer came out as a squeak through the tight lacing on her corset. "Yes, Mistress Rebecca."