Femboy Knot Novels & Stories

“It will be uncomfortable at first, but then it should ebb away, and it will go down.” He laid them on their sides; the position he’d knotted her in wasn’t ideal for comfort, but he was able to maneuver them easily. “That’s a first,” Kenzie said after a couple of minutes of silence. Viper’s knot did not always inflate, and when it did, he’d made sure not to knot her. It would deflate as soon as it popped when it wasn’t locking him to someone. However, he wanted to for the mating season. “Do you dislike it?” he asked.

Well, this one is not nearly big ass enough; it is going to be far too easy. While keeping a firm eye on the door, I follow the loops that flow into each other. The rope is not thick, and fairly easy to squeeze my fingers underneath. With each knot that flows into the left, I pull it out to the right. I tuck them one by one, into left, out to the right. Slowly they start to come lose and loser. With one final pull, the complete knot comes apart, and I slip my hands out.

She then rotates so she’s head down and her hands are free. She quickly finishes the knot, then grips the lower rope in both hands so she can unwrap her leg from the rope and right herself. She pulls the knot tighter with her body weight, then nods at it and clambers down to the bottom again. She looks at her work, nods again and turns back to the group. George is smiling at her, clearly impressed, Seb and Greyson are open-mouthed and Rosie’s staring at her. She furrows her brows,

He had his knot out and was stroking it while watching her hungrily. This made me fuck her harder until she was a trembling mess over my knot. The toy kept fluttering inside her until she came hard, clenching around me before squirting hard. I came soon after, draining all the seed my knot had stored for her. My knot inflated with fresh seed while pulsing harder inside her, locking us together. Isabelle lay wasted in my arms, trembling and spent from the orgasm. Aiden groaned, reaching his release. He stood up and shot his seed all over her chest and stomach before collapsing back in his seat, his knot still hanging out of his pants.

He had his knot out and was stroking it while watching her hungrily. This made me fuck her harder until she was a trembling mess over my knot. The toy kept fluttering inside her until she came hard, clenching around me before squirting hard. I came soon after, draining all the seed my knot had stored for her. My knot inflated with fresh seed while pulsing harder inside her, locking us together. Giselle lay wasted in my arms, trembling and wasted from the orgasm. Waylon groaned, reaching his release. He stood up and shot his seed all over her chest and stomach before collapsing back in his seat, his knot still hanging out of his pants.

“I don’t want to push you. Not even a little.” I nodded. Still, he didn’t move. His jaw tightened. “The moment you feel uncomfortable, you say it. Out loud. You swear to me.” “I swear.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, soft and grounding, like he was anchoring both of us. Then he lifted my wrist again. The fabric wrapped around my skin, gentle and warm. He tied it slowly, carefully, speaking the whole time. “These are quick-release knots. One pull and you’re free. It won’t take more than a second. You understand?”

Which was when I discovered, it was also thrilling. My body was such a strange mix of arousal and fear as I reached for it, offering to show her first how to untie the knot, then how to retie another, a simple bond that wouldn’t slip. I showed her the two loops and how to pull the rope through, demonstrated that once the knot was formed, it wouldn’t move, then handed her the rope and urged her to try a couple of times. Unsurprisingly, she was a quick study. So, a minute later, as she quickly released the knot for the third time, I sat back again and kind of opened my hands.

he says with a smile. “The Maiden.” He runs his hands over the knot on the left side of the box. It’s surrounded by unopened rose buds and stalks with no thorns. “The Mother.” He taps the top of the box. Here, the Triquetra loop around blooming roses with fresh, new thorns and big open leaves. Kane turns the box around so I can see the right side. “The Crone.” The roses are wilting on this side, and the leaves are dying, but the thorns surrounding the knot are sharp and deadly.

My knot starts swelling and the moment Noah feels it he pushes back into it, working himself over it before it locks in with a stretch that has both of us shouting. He comes from the pressure it creates inside him, his whole body seizing around me, too good and tight and warm for me to resist coming with him. I empty into him in pulses that go on and on while the strap creaks and the pine rail finally, quietly, splits. We snort out a quiet laugh, too satisfied and languorous to say anything about it now. I get the cuffs off him, still inside him, still joined. His wrists are slightly chafed where the leather bit when he strained closer to me. I press a gentle kiss to each of them.

*** "Mama! Mama!" Rachel startled when she heard Sky's voice from outside the window. Before she could get up from the chair, Sky already rushed in and hugged her. "Mama!" Rachel chuckled lightly. “Honey, why are you here? And why do you look so happy?” “Look at this, Mama. I have succeeded in making many kinds of knots.” Sky showed a twig covered in strings. “This is the basic knot, noose knot, square knot, and this is the most difficult knot. I failed many times. Luckily, Uncle Ed patiently taught me.”