Becoming His Husband's Broodmare

By Jess Thick

Coy's happy ending is finally in sight, but Jarogniew wants more - yearns to see his lover grow gravid. As a shape-shifter, Coy has spent time in many forms, but all of them have been male. Can he truly bend his gender?

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.B. Black
• Release date: May 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463147283

Jess Thick

Jess adores the steamy side of romance, exploring the quick scenes that leave your heart fluttering as strong, fertile heroines find their Happily Ever Afters!

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Becoming His Husband’s Broodmare

A Gender Bender Shape-Shifting Feminization / Sissification Pregnancy Erotic Romance

Jess Thick

Becoming His Husband’s Broodmare by Jess Thick

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used.

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Hiding away in Mahli’s loft while their five compatriots continued to take pleasure in the strange woman who had wandered into and taken shelter in their home, Jarogniew and Coy narrowed their world between them. Centuries together had tethered them thoroughly, but Jarogniew had never dreamed Coy loved him as he had professed. Likewise, Coy trembled at the memory of Jarogniew claiming him - desperately marking and branding him, Coy had never believed his affection for the red-haired man was returned.

We could’ve been doing this for centuries, Jarogniew told him as he lay back in the thick furs covering the loft’s floor. 

Coy straddled him, lowering himself gently onto the other’s once more rigid shaft. Perhaps it is best we didn’t.

Jarogniew hummed. I suppose. The others would’ve been jealous if I got my bride and didn’t share. His hands pressed bruises into Coy’s pale hips. You’re mine, he commanded. And I am yours. The others can have that princess -

Akari, Coy offered.

Shush - I don’t want to hear anyone else’s name but mine, the red-haired man scolded.

Whimpering as Jarogniew’s hips shifted - pumping up and pushing his cock deeper, Coy squirmed. Anything, he pledged. I would bear your children if you wished it.

Would you? 

A smile teased at the man’s lips, and bending, Coy kissed him. Short and soft and sweet, the kiss chased away the ache - a balm on his desperate grief when he had so long believed his love unrequited.

Shape-shift or grow a womb - I would move the stars for you, Coy affirmed.  

"Your body has always been malleable.