Seeding Romane & Geschichten

It was the only part of his body that seemed to listen right now. "To spread its seed. The part you coupled with used your essence to pollinate the seeds. Now it will wander as deep into the forest as it can go, eventually planting itself deep into the earth. It will incubate for nearly a century before forming a plant similar to the one that currently rules this section of forest." "And make a new Mandragora?" Mike asked. "Now you're getting it." Soft hands tilted his face to the side, and a water-skin was pushed against his lips. "Drink this. It will help."

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I know it in my gut, with the same unshakable certainty that guides my business decisions. I’ve flooded her body with my seed relentlessly. I’ve felt the subtle shifts in her, the almost imperceptible softening, the way she sometimes rests a hand unconsciously on her lower belly. My heir has taken root. The foundation of my legacy is secure. Tonight marks the end of this phase. The 'honeymoon,' the intensive breeding program, is complete. Tomorrow, we return to New York, to the complexities of my world, and her integration into it begins in earnest.

"Tell me what you need. Tell me everything." I told him. I told him when I was scared. I told him when I wanted him closer. I told him when I realized that surrendering completely wasn't actually terrifying—it was liberating. By the time we were finished, I understood something fundamental: that vulnerability during sex wasn't weakness. It was the only place where complete authenticity was possible. We lay in the dark afterward, Eli's head on my chest, my hand in his hair. "I can't believe we're engaged," he said into the darkness.

I only stopped when I finally stopped smelling medicine in the air and bought a bottle of water from a vending machine, gulping down most of it. Even as I came to my senses, I heard the boy in my belly talking to me. [Mommy! Help! She's killing me… She's eating everything, leaving me with nothing!] Hearing that voice, I was finally sure that this wasn't a dream. It was real, and I had reincarnated. - In my last life, I was married to Zach Spencer for five years but we never had children until he told me about Tina. She was his childhood friend and a gynecologist, and she had a miraculous treatment that could induce pregnancy right away.

The seed was taking over. I could feel the seed every second now like a second heartbeat that beat just a little out of rhythm with my own heartbeat. The seed did not shout at me anymore. The seed whispered to me. Constantly. The seed made suggestions that sounded almost like my own thoughts. The seed told me that the people around me do not really trust me. The seed said that they are waiting for me to fail. The seed asked me why I fight hard for people who spent years wishing I was dead.

ohhhh Robbbbbb! As deep as I could go, my body pressed against hers, grinding her with all I had. Atop that potting bench, Tina shuddered with ecstasy, as her body surrendered to the animal pleasures...of breeding. She felt my cock, still gently pumping as the orgasm faded, leaving her sated and breathless. She didn't want to move, wanting to lay there for hours...hours with me between her legs, and buried deep. Flashing back to the botany conversation, I thought the fertilization was complete...a female had been mounted and seeded. I started to pull out, but her grip felt so incredible, I shoved back into the warmth. "Wow, that was a big seeding"

A dozen tiny, brown seeds scattered across the damp concrete. "Scarlett?" Cole's hand was on my arm instantly, his voice sharp with concern. "What is it?"I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was staring at the seeds.They were moving.Not rolling. Not shifting. Growing.Right there, on the cold concrete, under the hum of the UV lights, the tiny brown shells were splitting. Pale green shoots were pushing up, unfurling, reaching. I watched, breathless, as a tomato seedling stretched itself into existence, its first two leaves trembling in the artificial light."What the—" Cole started."Don't," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

No personal desires. The purpose of seed donation was simple--to reproduce, to preserve humanity, and to ensure the survival of the human race. Any emotional attachment between a Seed Donor and a Seed Carrier was strictly forbidden. Anyone who violated that rule would face severe punishment. "You've been daydreaming this whole time. What are you thinking about?" A gentle voice pulled Fiora back to reality. She looked up, only to find Riven smiling at her. Feeling guilty, she gave the handsome blond man an awkward smile.

She was forced. She was submitting. ***** Sequel to Submission, Submitting out now. Submitting: The Darkness Beckons By Korielyn.