Devil's Tongue Knot Novels & Stories

I gave him a quick kiss before wiggling my way out of his hold. “Fine…” He scowled as he watched me fix my dress. He softly grabbed my chin to make me look at him, the lust still visible in his eyes. “You owe me a round with that mouth of yours.” His voice went low as he ran a thumb over my lips. “Oh, look who’s loving the skills of my tongue.” I wiggled my brows at him. He let out that smirk that made him look like the sexiest Devil alive. “You did take me by surprise there… I’m afraid to ask how you’ve learned to use your tongue like that.” I shot him a side look while we walked around the garden. I wanted to laugh at how he was not being discreet at all with his question.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

"Ahhh..." The sound escaped me, a raw, jagged vibration of pleasure that filled the moonlit silence of the room. I was pinned beneath the weight of his obsession, my legs splayed wide and helpless as Cillian knelt between them. He wasn't just touching me; he was feasting on me. His face was buried deep in the junction of my thighs, his tongue rhythmic and relentless, swirling against my clitoris with a friction that made my vision fracture into a thousand points of silver light.

“Willow, I am here to help. My name is Lugh Hallam.” I look back at him. He has a twang to his voice. He clearly isn’t from around here and his voice sounded like he derived from Ireland. It is almost winter and as a werewolf I don’t really feel the cold. But this Lugh guy is wearing a grey pea coat, a navy jumper, blue jeans and hiking boots. He has a necklace on which is a silver pendant on a black leather strap. He follows my gaze down and pulls his necklace out to show me. “It’s called a Trinity Knot. It is of Celtic origin.”

Wet, filthy sounds filled the den every time his knot rubbed inside me. The heat wave crashed over me again, even stronger now that I was locked on his knot. My pussy gushed around him. My clit throbbed so hard I could feel it pulsing. I came suddenly, screaming his name as my whole body jerked on the furs. My walls squeezed the knot tight, milking it, trying to pull his cum out. Thorne roared and kept grinding. “That’s it. Cum on my knot. Your cunt is sucking me so good. You are going to take every drop when I breed you.”

But this was more, the ritual demanded unity. As they thrust in sync, knots swelling, the air thickened with energy. Kade's knot popped first, locking in her pussy, hot cum jetting deep. Ronan followed, forcing his into her ass, the chain beginning as their knots pressed through her walls, linking. Darius pulled from her mouth, shifting to straddle her back, his knot seeking her pussy alongside Kade's. The stretch was divine agony, two knots in one hole, Ronan's in the other, their bodies forming a tangled knot of flesh. Lila screamed around the pleasure-pain, her body yielding as Darius's knot wedged in, completing the chain: Kade and Darius knotted pussy-to-pussy through her, Ronan's ass k

His hot, wet tongue dragged over her skin, slow and torturous, as if savoring every second. Hema squeezed her eyes Tighter. A foreign heat coiled in her stomach, unfamiliar and unsettling. His lips trailed down, sucking slightly, tasting her. The sound of his mouth working against her skin, the slight wetness of his tongue mixed with his shallow breathing—it was intoxicating. Then, he sucked harder. Hema let out an involuntary whimper. Zayden stiffened. His grip on her hair tightened, his fingers tangling into the strands as he buried his face into the crook of her neck.

Devil magic, pure evil eroticism. From behind, his invisible extension ate my ass deeper, tongue splitting into three—impossible, wicked—rimming, fucking, vibrating all at once. I screamed his name—still didn’t know it, just “Devil”—as orgasm three crashed, body seizing, squirting in arcs that he lapped up mid-air with another phantom tongue.