Virgin Abby has never seen a man in his sexual prime before, but that's about to change. In her world, men and women are segregated into separate villages, brought together by lust and need for children. Now, she's due to visit the foot of the breeding ...
Virgin Abby has never seen a man in his sexual prime before, but that's about to change. In her world, men and women are segregated into separate villages, brought together by lust and need for children. Now, she's due to visit the foot of the breeding tree, where fertile women are regularly taken by the mysterious strong men who come from the woods.
Her teachers have told the young woman that her lover will be gentle, loving, and majestic. The reality is something else.
Magnus is a man in tune with his nature, and he delights in the rough conquest of Abby's innocence and virgin womb. Deflowering the maiden is just the beginning. He believes that breeding and BDSM go hand in hand, and this alpha dom won't rest until his new slave is obedient and pregnant.
Adults only, 18+. Over 7,000 words of rough breeding sex, virgin submission, and discipline.
Abby clenched her teeth nervously as he stood, unhooking the chain, but leaving the leather ring around her neck. She reached up and brushed it with trembling fingers.
Collared. Just like a head of cattle, she thought, thinking about the way farmers branded their animals. Now she understood why some of the old men who were occasionally allowed to help in the fields took so much pleasure from their work.
When he came back, standing above her, more chains were clanking in his hands. They were thicker and longer than the one that connected to her collar, and a familiar cold crept up her back. Conversely, her sex steamed, desperate to feel his huge muscles pressed against her skin.
“Lay down,” he ordered, helping her along with an insistent push. She did as he asked, and he slid her entire body toward the wall, without any outward sign of exertion.
The icy metal of a chain wound around her wrist, and then another. By the time she looked up, Magnus was attaching the other ends of the chains into a huge metal bar nailed into the wood.
“Why are you doing this?” Abby moaned, feeling her head swimming in a confused bath of arousal and uncertainty. She had heard about sex, but this wasn't a part of what she knew.
“No. This is about what you're doing for me. I need you to be receptive and pliant, like an oven for my fire. Spread your legs, young female.”