Femboy Knot Novels & Stories

"Okay, Knot the tie then." No woman would refuse to experience this moment. The hands of the human god being placed on their boots and being in between his legs was every woman's dream each day the cock crows. His long eyelashes, his pink lips, his white and blue natural eyes, his height, his 6packs, his personality, was irresistible. Rose kept trying to knot the tie as she tried her possible best to avoid looking at the sexy man in front of her and Finally, she said; "I'm done sir, I did it!" She said, Her voice filled with so much joy and happiness. She was so happy that she had knotted it so very well and was proud of it.

—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.

This is the type of marking that has been done when one of the mates is human. This was the moment when our bond was completed. And I knew why he had asked me to mark him this time, as tonight he would break the bond. Because to break the mating bond, the work needed to be completed. Tying my hair into a French knot, I secure it with hairpins. Taking the small bag out of the closet that I brought with me, I gather my belongings and keep them in it. There is nothing much, but it is everything that I ever had.

I was close already. When the knot finally popped inside, locking us together, I came with a cry I couldn’t hold back. Cum splashed across my stomach and chest in hot spurts. My hole clamped down hard around him. Kade followed seconds later with a deep, rumbling growl. His cock pulsed, flooding me again—thick, endless ropes of cum that made my belly feel full and warm. The knot pulsed with every spurt, locking it all inside. I could feel it. So much. Too much. It leaked out around the knot anyway, messy and obscene.

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

The pressure was unbelievable, and he had no idea what was going on. Claudius peppered kisses to Ethan's face, as the Alpha pepper kisses along his shoulder and neck. "I'm sorry baby, that's our knots," Claudius said, as he wiped Ethan's tears. "What is that?" Ethan asked, his face scrunching up as he tried to bear the pain. "Dominant males knot their submissive mate when they're in heat. The knot is at the base of our cocks. It starts to swell as we cum, and reaches full size once we're done cuming. It locks us in place to help ensure you get pregnant.

Her second orgasm came harder, faster, shaking her so violently he had to pin her wrists above her head to keep her from falling. And then the knot began to swell. She felt it, thickening inside her, locking them together. She gasped. “What—what’s happening—?” He licked the sweat from her throat, voice distorted but reverent. “You asked for my beast. It knots when it mates.” “Gods,” she moaned. Her body squeezed him tightly as the knot grew larger, locking her wide open. There was no escape. She didn’t want one. “Let it happen,” he said.

“I’m your little fucktoy. I’m your filthy, wet, cum-soaked girl. I’m your best friend’s daughter’s best friend, bent over your bed and begging for your knot.” He slammed in harder. I choked on my scream. My pussy fluttered like it couldn’t handle the stretch. His cock was swelling. I could feel it. The knot. The pressure. The growing thickness of him locking inside me. “Please, Daddy,” I sobbed. “Please knot me. Please stretch me open and lock me full. I want it. I need it. I want to feel your knot throb inside me. I want to be stuck. I want to feel you explode so deep it fills my womb.”