Sex Story Breeding Novels & Stories

I screamed when they let me breathe. The breeding frenzy began. Maddox went first. He folded me in a mating press on the stage, cock battering my cervix, and unloaded the biggest load yet — thick, hot ropes painting my womb white. He stayed buried deep, plugging it in. One by one, the five partners took their turn. Each one fucked my cum-slick pussy mercilessly, adding their own massive loads. Cum poured out of me in creamy rivers, but they kept pushing it back in with their cocks or fingers.

My voice trailed off, not seeing the need to complete the statement; she already knew what I was referring to. She let out a whoosh of breath before replying, "Yeah, but it's more reliable than sperm insemination. I want us to quickly get this over with, so I can move on with my life." She replied crisply. And for some reason, I felt a tad disappointed that she wanted to be done with everything already when we had not even started. 'What's wrong with me?' I couldn't help wondering. She was just a breeder, why was I being so much involved and not wanting it to end quickly like she did?

A spark of hope ignited within, and I knew nothing could go wrong with having him by my side, “Mate!” Kira giggled excitedly, and I felt everything plunge downward at the next word he uttered out of his lips, “You must be the breeder, destined to bear my child.” I shook my head, I have heard stories about one's mates and I have also had different ways I wanted my first time to be, “I am not a breeder; I am your mate!”I insisted, He chuckled, dismissing my protest. “A breeder you are and a breeder you shall be.”

Their plan was to breed more powerful werewolves such as alphas or betas, and later to increase the numbers of werewolves. I’d stumble across their dirty little secret more or less by accident. I was looking for a woman in that district, and when I finally found her, she was just one of several dozen. All of them were tied to surgical-like tables and kept docile and from screaming in pain, as they were being raped by several of the most powerful alphas in the world. All in the name of producing an heir and saving the werewolf race. And Blackwood funded their operation… “I have no idea---!” exclaimed the other male Elder in outrage, but I hadn’t even begun yet…

He even forced some of the Omegas to take drugs to get them into heat, and then gave them to some of the Alphas, making them pregnant so they could have another Omega. There were just three Omega Dominants in the brothel, including Shiloh, and they were only in Madam Rose's three brothel branches. And the old lady wanted more Omega Dominants to flog. Breeding them is the only way. But of all the experiments, they only had two Omega Dominants. The rest were Alpha Dominant babies, who, as you can imagine, were killed at birth. Some dominant kids have shown dominant characteristics since they were born, while others only become apparent as they get older. Some of the children, other than Omega

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, group sex (MMF), and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for size difference, intense power play, and heat-induced frenzy. CHAPTER ONE "I fucking need it," Selene was begging as she flailed around on the floor, touching herself intimately. "I fucking need a cock now," she demanded. She looked crazed with lust as her eyes devoured the two wolves, licking her lips as she continued to paw roughly at her own flesh. In fact, just moments before, she had spread her thighs wide open to give them a show as she jammed several fingers up inside herself and mewled with

"The Alpha Prime. Genetically modified for endless stamina, total obedience, and superior breeding genetics." She walked over to the cage. She poked Kaelen with an electric baton. He convulsed. He snarled behind the muzzle. His red eyes scanned the crowd, wild and unfocused. "He is currently in a state of hyper-rut," the woman explained. "The serum ensures that he can breed up to twenty times a day without loss of potency." My blood boiled. My womb contracted so hard I gasped aloud. The scent of him hit me. It rolled off the stage in waves. Musk. Iron. Rage.

The moment I started moving, shame and pleasure flooded me. “That’s it,” he praised, hands gripping my hips, guiding me. “Ride your priest’s thigh. Let me feel how badly you need to be bred.” I gasped at the word, rolling my hips faster, sliding my slick folds along his skin. “Breeding?” I moaned softly. “Yes.” His grip tightened. “This pure little womb will soon carry my seed, Evangeline. You were never meant to be a bride of Christ. You were made to be my secret breeding vessel.”

Shandre blushed and shook her head, “No, I do not know what you mean.” “Well, you know how Lewis fell pregnant through Quin? That only happened because they are fated to be together, the mark on Lewis’s neck is proof between their bond. If you and I were to mate, I would mark you too because you are meant to be my wife.” Heather explained as they climbed the elevator car. Shandre’s brows furrowed, “There is no way a woman can get another pregnant.” Heather nodded her head with a chuckle, “Of cause not bubble, I will ask my brother to donate his semen and we will implant it in you when we are ready, that way the child will still look like both of us.”

“We need to know if we have to be gentle, or if you need something more.” She let out a shaky breath. “No, he didn’t at all. Honestly, he seemed disgusted by the idea of sex, which was fine with me. He had this grand plan to artificially inseminate me with his sperm and create another Trueblood and clone them, but he never made any sexual overtures.” “Maybe he’s asexual.” Marek offered the theory as he moved behind her, pushing her hair off her shoulder so he could nibble on her neck. “Maybe he’s impotent.” Kriss suggested that idea as he knelt before her, lifting her leg and resting her foot in his hand so he could start placing teasing nibbles up her thigh, headed toward her pussy.