Submissive And Breedable Novels & Stories

, Liam asks very confused. “She is a full Alpha which means any offspring she has with a full Alpha has a 100% chance of full power or even a 50% chance to someone with a recessive gene. This makes her very valuable as a breeder. That’s why she escaped at 13. She had been sold to someone and was about to come into her first heat”.

Her lips moved lower and lower until they wrapped around a nipple. I growled. “I want you to do something for me,” Sin whispered, looking up at me. “I want you to breed me.” My grip on her tightened. “Do you know what that means?” She nodded and then shook her head. “Breed you…” I slipped my hands under her shirt. “It means fucking you and knotting you until my seed takes inside your womb.” “Okay. I want you to breed me.” She lowered her head again and licked around my nipple.”Breed me alpha.”

Flexing his hips, he rocked Sawyer’s butt closer and harder, their bodies flush, clicking into place like one big puzzle piece. Sawyer’s moans quickly turned incoherent as his heat completely overwhelmed him, burning wildly, throughout his entire body. It was the most basic and primal of instincts, for an Alpha to mate and breed with an omega. The omegas were the submissive ones, some male omegas were blessed with female reproductive systems, just like Sawyer’s. The pure male omegas had a testosterone influx and couldn’t breed or be mated with an Alpha but omegas with the female reproductive systems as well. This caste rule made such omegas with reproductive systems a hot commodity and why t

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”

“Shift into my wolf. Rip your clothes off. Pin you down in the dirt with my fangs at your throat and fuck you so deep you howl.” She sobbed. Moaned. Came again. Eyes rolling, mouth open, drooling. But I wasn’t done. “I want to cum inside your pussy,” I groaned. “Then flip you over and push it into your ass. I want my seed leaking out of both holes while you whimper and shake and beg me to stop ruining you.” I growled. Buried myself to the fucking hilt. Ground against her womb. “I want to breed you.” Her body bucked violently.

I whispered. Alexander’s face went pale. “That’s what Project Eros was building.” My stomach twisted. “You mean they were making people?” “Not people,” he said quietly. “Replicas. Designed to copy human emotion and loyalty. They used the data from our neural scans to create synthetic personalities.” I took a step back. “You’re saying that thing is based on us?” He nodded slowly. “Partly. Every subject contributed emotional data. But yours was the main source file.”

The sensation is obscene and possessive and absolutely perfect, and I whimper at the feeling of his fingers working his release deeper into my body. "Soon," he growls into my ear, his body covering mine, his weight pressing me into the desk. "Soon I'm going to breed you properly. Going to knot you and mark you and make sure every person who looks at you knows exactly who you belong to. Going to fill this perfect pussy with my cum until you're swollen with my pups. Would you like that, brat? Want me to breed you?" "Yes," I whisper, and I mean it with every fiber of my being. "Please."

The hidden lust that he kept trapped into a cave could finally be opened and Dante's breath grew much heavier, his entire body beginning to slightly tremble. Nate's voice had darkened, deepened, sounded as if he could kill if he was given the chance. "You better not tell me what to do again." Dante felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't even look when he he whispered in a shaky breath, "O-Okay." Nate noticed the way his entire demeanour changed again, as if he was a lost puppy who needed to be saved. His breathing never calmed, his fingers even trembling from excitement. To him, it was lust.

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.

If I couldn't smell his submissive Delta 2 wolf, I'd swear he's a submissive Delta 3 at best… ‘Hmmm…’ I think as my eyes move up his body again. It's like the Goddess couldn't decide what she wanted him to be, and in the end made him the best of both worlds, a pint-sized submissive Delta 2. The thought causes a small smile to tug at my lips as my eyes land on his face again.