Dread Knot Novels & Stories

She was wearing a silk robe and holding a tablet, looking like she had been awake for hours plotting her next social move. "You need to wear the blue tie," Helene said without looking up from her screen. "I'm not wearing a tie." She finally looked at me and sighed. "Dante, please. It is your first day at Cross Industries. You need to look like you belong there." "I don't belong there. Harlan forced me into this job so he could keep an eye on me." "Harlan gave you an opportunity," she corrected sharply. "Do not throw it away just because you want to be stubborn. You have a seat at the table now. All you have to do is play nice."

His hole was also pulsing around the knot jammed up his ass like some twisted reminded that yes, he had been fucked and fucking knotted By Zane. Zane, the man he hated. Zane, the man he was related to by blood. His stomach churned, and bile crawled up his throat. But nothing came out except a strangled sob. He wasn’t an Alpha anymore. He wasn’t anything, but a sobbing little Omega, whimpering around a knot he didn’t even remember asking for. Wait. The knot was still fucking inside him. “Get. The fuck. Out of me!” Asher roared, his voice shaking as he tried to wriggle out, only to bite back a hiss. The knot shifted inside him, stretching his sore, swollen muscles. “Shit–!”

The knot, the bulge that swelled after the alphas reached orgasm and guaranteed reproduction. Aidan groaned. He didn't want to get pregnant but he couldn't shake him off, it would just tear him apart. Absorbed, seeing the point of union between them, he felt Dominic's tongue delving into the side of his neck and he cowered in fear. The alpha growled and bared his teeth at him. Aidan shuddered with fear. Dominic wanted to tag him and he was refusing. The alpha's hip made a sudden movement towards his interior and the omega screamed feeling how the knot stirred inside him, slightly tearing somewhere.

The knots are starting to form for the final time tonight. In my pussy, Silas begins to swell. The base of him expands, pushing my walls out until I think they will rip. In my ass, Kael is doing the same. It is a double knot, a craziness that locks me to the floor. I am fused to them, a bridge of flesh that is being filled to the absolute brim.

His expression was as cold as ever, his hands were strangling her neck tightly, and his black eyes seemed to be looking at a corpse. “Deirdre, how dare you escape. Regardless of where you escape, I will catch you and not let you go!" Deirdre gasped and woke up in a state of panic. Even though the warmth of the sun was shining on her, the chill coursing through her spine could not be resolved no matter what. She put her hand on her forehead, thinking she must have been in distress. It was made clear that Kryan was not Brendan. Yet, she had the nightmare. Hence, she thought she might be too stressed.

Cum overflowed as the knot locked, her belly swelling visibly. He switched holes without mercy, pulling out and forcing his blood-smeared cock into her tight ass. The burning stretch made her scream “Daddy!” as he fucked her bowels raw, one hand choking her lightly, the other mauling her breasts until milk-like fluid beaded from her nipples due to the constant claiming.

So she split herself up between Kate and Blythe, and created a tightly formed butterfly knot. She didn’t set out to be malicious. The feelings, they just developed into something that couldn’t be stopped. Overtime, Kaitlyn and Blythe knew. Sawyer needed both of them...and they wanted to be there. Together. The question of what to do when she woke up still lingered, but they hadn't crossed that bridge yet. Little did Blythe OR Kate know, they were about to.

The more he struggled, the tighter the knot became. Jack looked at Darryl with a cynical smile on his face. "Hahaha! Don't struggle. This is called the Soul Trap Knot. It isn’t something from The Nine Continent and there’s no way you can get rid of it, even if you are skilled!"

"That's—that's not normal. That's not—people don't do this for five hours. Knots don't last this long. This is—" It's fine," I said quickly, trying to soothe the anxiety I could hear building. "It's normal. For us, at least." "How is this normal?" he demanded, his voice rising slightly. "I've never heard of anyone knotting for five hours. Most knots deflate after twenty minutes at most. This is—there's something wrong—" "There's nothing wrong," I insisted, my hand still making soothing circles on his stomach.

“Gonna fill you until you can’t take any more. Gonna breed this perfect cunt.” “Yes,” she gasped. “Please—knot me. I want it.” With a final, brutal thrust, his knot forced its way inside, locking them together. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but the pressure on her inner walls sent Selene spiraling into another orgasm. Darius roared as his knot locked fully, hot pulses of cum flooding her womb in thick waves. He kept rutting shallowly even while tied, grinding the knot against her most sensitive spots, drawing out her pleasure until she was sobbing his name.