Submissive And Breedable 소설 & 이야기

“I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me deep and fill me with your cum. I’ll do anything… I’ll be your good little submissive. Just please let me come on your cock.” Damien finally stood, unzipped his trousers, and freed his thick, hard cock. He climbed onto the chaise and thrust into me in one deep stroke, burying himself completely. I cried out in relief as he filled the aching emptiness. He fucked me with slow, deliberate thrusts, eyes locked on mine. “That’s it. Beg like the lotus wants you to. Tell me exactly what your body needs.” “I need you to breed me,” I gasped, the words spilling out under the influence of the scent. “Please fill my womb with your cum. I want to be swol

"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.

My core fluttered lazily around the thick reminder, milking every last drop as the bond purred contentment. The months that followed were a haze of ruling and relentless breeding. The nexus thrived under our unified glow—ley lines singing symphonies of peace and power, packs expanding across stabilized territories, allies’ bonds ironclad and joyful. My belly rounded beautifully, heavy and glowing with violet-storm light. Alexander’s hands were never far from it, stroking possessive circles while he rutted me slow and deep on our chamber furs, mindful of the growing life yet still claiming me with that same feral hunger. Ava visited often, mixing potent fertility potions that made every load

His claws extended slightly, leaving scratches on Kai's hips. "Mine. My omega. My mate. Mine to breed. Mine to fuck. Mine to fill." He was snarling between words, his wolf fully present. "Gonna breed you. Gonna fill you. Gonna make sure you're carrying my pup." The breeding talk was more intense now, more demanding. And Kai's heat-addled brain loved it. "Yes, Alpha, breed me, give me pups, fill me, please..." Daemon's knot swelled faster than before, bigger than before, and when it locked inside, Kai screamed at the stretch. So big, so much, so intense.

The king yelled, rising to his feet immediately. "We have agreed with you since there's a way of getting an heir without a queen - You're a lycan, your royal Majesty, you rule the entire Werewolf Kingdom. The breeder we have chosen is a Tribid, she can't just get pregnant. Her body has to get used to yours only then will a connection be formed." The elders explained.

It finally dawned on me why I was chosen to be the breeder for the Alpha. As a rare hybrid, born to a witch mother and a werewolf father, I possessed untapped powers. My unique heritage made me an attractive choice for the Alpha's breeder, as my child would inherit extraordinary abilities. By producing an heir, I would ensure the Alpha's legacy surpassed his own strength, creating a potentially unstoppable successor. The Alpha sought me for my hybrid bloodline, hoping to create an heir with unmatched powers. My witch and werewolf heritage guaranteed exceptional abilities, making my child a valuable asset to solidify his pack's dominance.

“There's no way an Omega can be that powerful.” Professor Vargan smiled faintly and folded his arm. “I can't tell you anything about them but the only thing you need to know is that they no longer exist.” That was enough to spike my attention, making me wonder what class of Omega I fell into. The professor continued by explaining everything about the Submissive Omegas who were the most common type of Omegas. He described them to be gentle, emotionally sensitive, and instinctively obedient to higher-ranking wolves. Their natural scent emits a calming effect that can pacify aggressive Alphas and Betas, making them ideal for maintaining harmony but also easy to exploit.

Emilia I entered the council hall, the walls lined with ancient wolf sigils and flickering torches. At the far end sat the council members, claimed in authority, their eyes cold and unreadable. At the center of them stood Alpha Dominic — tall, composed, and utterly unreadable. His presence filled the room like a storm building at sea. “Emilia,” he said, his voice a low rumble, smooth but ended with warning. “You know why you're here.”

Blade’s POV “What’s she like? Let me guess, she’s one of those wimpy weaklings, who break into sobs at the slightest provocation.” I grit my teeth in annoyance, as I wait for my beta to fill me in on my new breeder. As expected, the cheeky asshole takes his sweet time with it. “Actually,” he drawls, taking a sip of his whisky. “There were no tears in her eyes. She seemed quite composed. Stoic. That’s the word I can use to describe her.”

“And what might that be? Your highness” “I need you to become my breeder. You are going to bear my child” I observed her gulp nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. “How could that happen sir……” Her words trailed off and she lowered her head the second I shot her a hard glare. “Impossible is not a word that exists for me. I don’t care about the way you were sold or who sold you to me but what concerns me is the present, so pay attention to me carefully,”