Dog Knotting Novels & Stories

Alsie POV- “You heard me. The slick your body produces lets us grow and knot up inside you without causing damage. Knotting you is the wolf way of making sure our seed stays inside you. We knot up, release into you, then the knot fills the space to keep our seed from running out. If you, or I try to disengage before my knot has subsided it could cause internal bleeding.” “They don’t teach us all that in sex-ed. Why does it feel so good yet hurt.”

I just know I have to keep going. “Fuck,” he says, suddenly, pulling out. “What?” I ask, stumbling away from the tree in a daze. “I’m knotting,” he says. “It only happens with a True Mate.” I look down at the swelling that bulges at the base of his cock, the one I started to feel right before he stopped. “What does that mean?” I ask. “You’ll see,” he says, pulling me back to him, a determined look in his eye. He seizes the back of my thighs, lifts me up, and impales me with his erection. I can feel a strain when I reach the knotted part at the base, and he

And when it locks, when my knot swells and he clamps down around me, crying out as he shakes beneath me, I wrap my arms tight around his waist and hold him through it. “Good,” I murmur against his mouth, kissing him slowly now. “You did so fucking good, Princess.” And he clings to me like he believes it. I don’t know how many times I take him until his heat passes, but we both fall asleep with my knot still deep inside him.

“Stop getting fucking big! Do you want to tear my insides?!” “I… I don't know what's happening!” I confessed, leaning close to him. I couldn't tell how to stop this. I'd never knotted in someone before, though I'd heard about it. An alpha male, only knots in the one he would spend the rest of his life with, and I'd never found that person. Not only that, but the urge to knot only came during our rutting seasons, and I wasn't in any fucking rut. Which would mean… I peered down at Aithan who was still thrashing in pain under me, looking like he was a few seconds from sending me on a path to meet my ancestors.

"You're opening up easily. That's good. Means you'll be able to take an Alpha's knot without much prep." "How big is a knot?" "Mine? At full inflation, about three inches in diameter. Bigger than my cock. It'll stretch you wide, lock inside you, keep my cum trapped deep so it can breed you properly." Kai's cock pulsed at the description, and Daemon chuckled. "You like that idea. Your body wants it. Wants to be stretched and filled and knotted." He added a third finger, and Kai whimpered. "That's a lot..." "This is less than my knot. And you're taking it well. Such a good omega. Made for breeding." He crooked his fingers, found that spot inside, and Kai's back arched.

"This is boring. It's just hair stuff." "Fair enough," She pulled him into her lap easily. "You know how to tie knots?" His face lit up. "Real ones?" "The realest," She produced a length of rope and soon had three boys crowded around her, showing them different knots. "This one's a bowline. You'll use it for everything, and this is a clove hitch, see? Yeah, like that, you've almost got it." Her patience seemed endless. When they got frustrated, she would just say "Try again, you're close," and when they got it right, her whole face would light up. "There you go! See? Told you."

"Yes full." He started with slow thrusts. Long deep pulls out then back in. Each thrust pressed the knot harder against my opening. "Yes." He kept the pace steady and slow. The knot swelled bigger stretching me more. "Oh god." He leaned down closer. His chest touched mine. He kissed my neck. "Going to knot you now." "Yes please." He thrust deeper and ground at the end. The knot pushed past my entrance slowly, and it popped full, locking us together. "Fuck."

"Stupid." "Not stupid," he said. "Expensive. Keep it until it buys something you want." He tapped the coil with his boot. "You're going to saw through that with feeling. Go untie something that won't resent you for it." I let him take the bowl, my hands suddenly useless for carrying anything but rope and grief. I walked forward into the bow's small privacy and sat with a short length of line, making knots and unmaking them until the moon looked a little bitten. Bowline. Sheet bend. Two half hitches with a stopper. The Carrick bend my tutor had called pretty, and Jas had called a good way to die if you tied it for show.

' Noah’s wolf asks smugly. 'And it's WORKING.' This time, when the ring at the root of my shaft starts thickening, I don't fight it. I move faster to get as many thrusts in as I can. The strokes get shorter because the base is too thick to easily pull out of him anymore and he’s tightening around me. Three inches. Two. Then I try to pull back for the next one and I can’t. He's closed around it. His body has hold of my knot and it isn't giving it up.

The wound closed wrong and is infected in a way that resists the physician's treatments, and his thread reflects it — the knot I saw from the doorway is tight and hot and angry. I sit beside him, and I find the knot, and I work at it differently than I worked at the fraying. A knot is not a fraying. A knot is something that was tied too tight in the wrong direction and needs to be loosened before it can be released. I find where it starts, and I follow it back to the moment the wound closed wrong, and I look at what the thread was doing then, and I ask it, in the way of the domain, to try again. The guard hisses. Actual pain this time, brief and real, as the knot releases. He grabs the bed f