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There is an Indian specific breeding fetish that you might enjoy. Sometimes, when women have trouble conciveing, older women in the family suggest home remedies, or visits to Gurus. A specific variant of this that i have been kicking around in my head is the relationship between a Devar (younger brother in law) and Bhabhi (older sister in law, brother's wife).

The Devar/Bhabhi pairing is quite common in Indian erotica. The Bhabhi is also considered sacred, like a second mother to her young Devar, which just dials up the taboo meter.

In this particular variant, a Devar from the city visits his family in the village. The Bhabhi is either widowed (or the husband is indisposed, most probably bed ridden, and unable to serve his wife). The Devar assumes the mantle of the man of the house (mard) and the servile Bhabhi, who has been instructed to make sure the Devar's needs are taken care of, becomes his woman (aurat).

The family is sad because the Bhabhi can't conceive because of her situation, and there should be someone to carry on the family name. In desperation, they turn to the Devar, who is after all, from the city and we'll educated. The Devar suggests performing a physical and psychological procedure, through which the Bhabhi can become pregnant, and the ignorant and bucolic family eagerly agrees. The Bhabhi, in two minds, torn between her apprehension and ingrained desire to fulfill her duty to the family, reluctantly agrees at first.

The Devar sets up a special room in the house, where no one but him and the Bhabhi are allowed to enter. There is no door to that room, just a thick curtain, so any sounds from inside can be heard in the whole house. The Devar makes the Bhabhi go through several purifying rituals in the privacy of the room, giving her small pleasures her husband never did, until she is putty in his hands.

And then, after blindfolding the Bhabhi, he ties her to the operating table (for her own safety of course) and begins the breeding. The Bhabhi is unable to stop him, in fact she is unable to stop herself from encouraging him, as he inseminates her, and then plugs her hole so that the seed stays inside. He tells everyone that the special medicine needs to be given thrice a day, and that after every session, the Bhabhi puts her clothes back on, pulls back the curtains, and with her Devar's hot boiling seed sloshing inside her, goes back to her household chores.

Three times a day, everyday, the Bhabhi is inseminated, and though her moans and cries are heard throughout the house (including her aging in -laws), everyone dismisses them as pain from the procedure.

That's just the gist, haven't really put too much thought into it TBH, but thought it fit the theme of your thread
 
There is an Indian specific breeding fetish that you might enjoy. Sometimes, when women have trouble conciveing, older women in the family suggest home remedies, or visits to Gurus. A specific variant of this that i have been kicking around in my head is the relationship between a Devar (younger brother in law) and Bhabhi (older sister in law, brother's wife).

The Devar/Bhabhi pairing is quite common in Indian erotica. The Bhabhi is also considered sacred, like a second mother to her young Devar, which just dials up the taboo meter.

In this particular variant, a Devar from the city visits his family in the village. The Bhabhi is either widowed (or the husband is indisposed, most probably bed ridden, and unable to serve his wife). The Devar assumes the mantle of the man of the house (mard) and the servile Bhabhi, who has been instructed to make sure the Devar's needs are taken care of, becomes his woman (aurat).

The family is sad because the Bhabhi can't conceive because of her situation, and there should be someone to carry on the family name. In desperation, they turn to the Devar, who is after all, from the city and we'll educated. The Devar suggests performing a physical and psychological procedure, through which the Bhabhi can become pregnant, and the ignorant and bucolic family eagerly agrees. The Bhabhi, in two minds, torn between her apprehension and ingrained desire to fulfill her duty to the family, reluctantly agrees at first.

The Devar sets up a special room in the house, where no one but him and the Bhabhi are allowed to enter. There is no door to that room, just a thick curtain, so any sounds from inside can be heard in the whole house. The Devar makes the Bhabhi go through several purifying rituals in the privacy of the room, giving her small pleasures her husband never did, until she is putty in his hands.

And then, after blindfolding the Bhabhi, he ties her to the operating table (for her own safety of course) and begins the breeding. The Bhabhi is unable to stop him, in fact she is unable to stop herself from encouraging him, as he inseminates her, and then plugs her hole so that the seed stays inside. He tells everyone that the special medicine needs to be given thrice a day, and that after every session, the Bhabhi puts her clothes back on, pulls back the curtains, and with her Devar's hot boiling seed sloshing inside her, goes back to her household chores.

Three times a day, everyday, the Bhabhi is inseminated, and though her moans and cries are heard throughout the house (including her aging in -laws), everyone dismisses them as pain from the procedure.

That's just the gist, haven't really put too much thought into it TBH, but thought it fit the theme of your thread
It’s different…so I need time to wrap my head around it. But you’re right, it does hit my coercive breeding kink.
 
It’s different…so I need time to wrap my head around it. But you’re right, it does hit my coercive breeding kink.

Yeah, there is a bunch of India specific nuances in there. I've been hoping to do some writing around it and ideas like this (reluctant breeding out of a sense of familial and cultural obligation) but it's been hard finding the time. :(
 
Yeah, there is a bunch of India specific nuances in there. I've been hoping to do some writing around it and ideas like this (reluctant breeding out of a sense of familial and cultural obligation) but it's been hard finding the time. :(
I think there’s cultural ties to Brothers taking their widowed SIL in groups here too. Just not within the past century.
 
11 games left in my Utah šŸ’ā™£ļøā€™s season. Chasing Vancouver, Calgary and St Louis (who is getting hot at the right time). My hope is dwindling 😭
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So, this isn’t appealing but there is a scene from John Carpenter’s Vampires where the master was feeding from a prostitute’s thigh which was more my speed.
someone nibbling on your thigh. oh what fun
 
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