Femboy Knot Novels & Stories

A double knot. I'd heard about them but never experienced one—when a wolf's knot swelled so large during mating that it essentially created a second point of pressure, a second lock that made separation completely impossible until it deflated naturally. It usually only happened with true fated mates, when the bond was strong enough and the compatibility perfect enough to trigger that additional response. And it was happening to us.

Next, I went to work on her feet, tying her ankles with rope before lifting and bending them at the knee to attach them to the back of the pony. "Are you comfortable Gem?" "Ye...yes." She stammered over the word and I could sense the slight tinge of fear and uncertainty. "This is called a wooden horse. It can be used to inflict great pain, or at a lesser level, like now, it can be a fun game." Her eyes followed me as I moved around her making sure her bonds were okay. When I was sure the tension was right, I attached the clamps that hung from the ceiling to her tits, and wrapped the bondage rope around her neck.

NICK Emily's fingers are on my tie, and her face is close, and she smells like the perfume she only wears when she wants to feel armoured. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth while she works the knot. "Chin up," she says. I lift my chin. She pulls the fabric through, tightens it, steps back, tilts her head, pulls it loose, and starts over. "You already did this." "It wasn't right." "It was the same knot."

"Anything! I swear! Just please..." I begin to move again, slower this time. "You're mine. Completely. Say it." "I'm yours," he gasps immediately. "Completely yours." "Again." "I'm yours! Dom, I'm all yours!" I speed up, my knot beginning to swell. "Beg for it. Beg for my knot." "Please! Knot me! Fill me up! I need it so bad!" My knot expands, locking us together. Kai screams as it stretches him wider, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. Cum spurts from his cock, painting his chest and face. His hole spasms around me, milking my own release.

Winter's eyebrows shot to the sky. "Knot?" She asked. "My knot is a tissue that swells during intercourse and is filled with a fluid that is ensured it stays swelled. When we both reach our climax, my knot is shoved up inside of you locking us together while I fill you with my seed. And we stay that way for a while until my knot softens and I can remove it from you without causing you pain." I answered her the best I could, and Winter placed a hand over her mouth. "Does it hurt?" She asked.

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.

“For landing on your feet.” I braided my hair by the slit of a window, fingers moving with the old rhythm I’d learned as a girl when I’d dreamed only of one wedding, one alpha, a small life. I fastened Lefu’s countercharm knot at my wrist and breathed through the first warmth of it against my pulse. The cord lay white as milk across my skin.

“Beg for it, pretty boy. Beg for your alpha’s knot.” “Please knot me Damien, I need it, need your knot, breed me, fill my hole, make me yours…” He roared, slamming home one last time, knot popping inside, locking us together as he came, hot, thick ropes flooding my omega hole, pulse after endless pulse. The pressure triggered my own orgasm, my cock spurting between us, coating our stomachs as my hole milked his knot, pulling every drop deeper. “Mine, mate, fuck, Alex—” he groaned, hips grinding, knot throbbing inside me, sealing his cum deep. “You’re never getting away. My omega. My pretty boy.”

—he held up a black pump-thingy—“this is to inflate the knot.” I watched as he pumped it, making the base of the dildo inflate. “And to deflate it.” He did something that made the knot go down. “This tube here is for air and this one is to stimulate ejaculation.” He explained the rest of the things that came with the dildo before he handed it over to me. I turned it around in my hand, studying it silently. It was the same one I had seen in the picture. “Bella has one like it,” I whispered.

He began to bind her. First the chest harness. The rope looped beneath her breasts, cinched tight so they were lifted and framed, nipples thrust forward like offerings. Every knot he tied pressed the silk against her skin and sent sparks straight to her clit. He worked downward in perfect diamond patterns, rope framing her ribs, her waist, her hips. When he reached her cunt he paused. He parted her folds with two fingers, stroked once, twice, gathering her wetness, then threaded the rope between her legs so a thick knot settled directly on her clit. He pulled it snug. The slightest shift of her weight ground the knot against her swollen bud and made her knees buckle.