Dog Knotting Novels & Stories

I needed a life? Lucien patted me not to worry. He led me to a tree, the breeze eerily quiet except for the storm's roar, which seemed to vibrate through the walls and into my bones. “I got some surprising stuff,” he pulled his hand into his pocket, getting some ribbons and I wondered. “What for?” My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic rhythm that echoed with the wind out here, as he wrapped them around my wrists, tying them loose but firm enough to remind me of my surrender.

Maeve's POV Older omegas were nothing but lies. They spoke about knots like they were just things that locked you and your alpha together so he could knock you up. They were always so prudish about it, and God, I wished they’d told us the truth. I'd felt Declan shoot his seed inside me, and it had triggered a series of mini orgasms in my pussy, but when his knot locked us together, it was like I was on drugs.

His other hand moved away, just long enough to shrug off his coat and wrap it around my waist. "Where was the guy with you earlier?" he suddenly asked, eyes fixed on the knot he was making. I blinked. "Guy? Who?" He paused for a beat. Something shifted in his expression. "The one... never mind," he muttered, brushing it off. I was about to utter a question again when he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style. Instinctively, I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. It felt like déjà vu. "Next time, don’t drink too much if you can’t handle your liquor, hm?" Rome chided as we exited the place, but I was too distracted—buried in the scent of his neck—to really hear a word he was saying.

I staggered back, heaving heavily, my cock was still hard and dripping. Kael was still locked in her ass, watching me with dark eyes. I couldn’t stay here. If I stayed one more second, I was going to do something I’d regret. I turned and barged out of the room, slamming the door right behind me. Author’s Note: Knotting is a popular trope in werewolf/shifter smut. When an Alpha is close to orgasm, the base of his cock swells into a large, bulbous “knot” that locks inside his partner, physically tying them together for several minutes.

“No. Well not really. When he finishes, typically the male would pull out, but knotting is when he stays inside and his wolf comes forward.” “And...” the suspense is killing me. “His cock swells at the base, like a wolfs, or dogs. That is what a knot is. It locks the two together, keeping his cum inside, keeping them connected, building the bond between the human sides and the wolf sides. It can be intense, especially with an Alpha. Back in our grandparents’ days it was considered a fact of life, something to be endured by females, as were many things. But believe it or not, males are much more enlightened now.” He winks and chuckles, trying to lift the mood, but I’m still stuck on being stu

He's moving in to verify. I didn’t reply, Damien could handle it without my input, but I stood by the phone anyway, waiting for the next update. Minutes dragged, then another message. Not him but got some info from another contact. They call it the Knot. Ritual work, I’ll explain when I know more. The Knot… The word throbbed like a bruise in my mind. A ritual to break and reforge bonds? If true, then the sacred was just another tool for men to twist. If Alex could unmake fate, then he could unmake everything.

Apocalypse With my eyes on his sleeping face, and by touching him with feather light hands, I made sure he didn’t wake up, while I created a Shibari art with some Asanawa rope. The rope consists of three strands of jute thinner ropes twisted together. This made it strong but also soft and flexible at the same time. I knew as soft as it might feel, if knotted too tight the rope can bite painfully into the flesh. I needed to put the right amount of tension when making the knots to keep him tightly bound but not to hurt him. At least not too much, I smile at that thought.

A few seconds later, he suddenly asked, "Is this the mark like the one in those Omegaverse novels you read? Biting on the other person's gland to mark the person?" Stella was very surprised by what he said. She gradually stopped biting him after hearing that. She then released her bite and stared at him. "You looked at my tablet?" Keegan glanced at her. "Can you turn off the cloud storage function when you read those nasty things? I don't want to see those that stuff when I use my computer to search for information." Keegan paused. "What does knotting mean?" Stella was speechless. Stella expressionlessly said, "It means entangled."

Seeing the rope in Kir’s hands make my own tremble. Dirk starts showing Kir knots. He loops the rope around the thick vertical beam of the striking post. He demonstrates a basic single-column tie, explaining the tension, the locking half-hitch, and the way to secure the friction so it doesn't slip and cut off circulation. Kir steps up and replicates the tie perfectly on the first try. His massive hands handle the rough rope with delicate precision. I writhe on the bench. The friction burn on my thighs is getting real. I’m stuck here, bare-ass naked, watching my amazing boyfriend learn exactly what I asked for.

He was creating a harness that would distribute weight evenly if someone was suspended, but that also created incredible pressure points and sensation when the person was standing. "The key to good bondage," he explained as he worked, "is that every knot serves multiple purposes. It's both beautiful and functional. It creates both restriction and sensation." He added rope around my hips in a way that created a crotch rope again, but this time integrated with the larger harness so that the pressure increased when I moved. "If you move forward, the rope increases pressure on your clit," he explained. "If you move backward, it creates tension in a different way. The rope becomes a way to guide