Femboy Knot Novels & Stories

“In this circle, with these witnesses and the goddesses we serve, I pronounce you handfasted—united until your romantic love ends.” We pull our hands free and tie the ends of the cords together, forming a Mandala Knot—also known as True Love’s Knot. It’s enchanted to remain tied until our love fades. Mikela finishes, “We thank the goddesses, the spirits, and all gathered here. And now, Freya and Nathan—may love and laughter light your days and warm your heart and home. May good and faithful friends be yours wherever you roam. May peace and plenty bless your world, and may all life’s seasons bring joy that endures. You may now kiss your handfasted.”

After some time, the ropes the ropes were being passed through my groin and every time they moved against my skin I wanted to let out a sigh, which I knew I had to hold back, but it was getting harder and harder as I watched them kneeling, completely immersed in their task, until finally the rope-work was ended with the rope having three small knots in significant sensational places of my body. The first knot was made to rest between my buttocks, pressing against my ass. The second knot was made and left pressing against the entrance to my pussy and the third knot was perfectly aligned with my clitoris, the two men finally stood up and finished tying the ends and briefly moved away to pick u

I came a second time, even harder, body shaking uncontrollably, muffled screams vibrating around Knox’s dick. Kai’s thrusts turned erratic. His knot started swelling fast at the base of his cock, catching on my pussy lips with every stroke. “I’m knotting you now,” he warned, voice strained. “Gonna lock this cunt full and breed you deep.” He slammed forward hard. The thick knot stretched me brutally wide, forcing its way past my entrance and popping inside with a wet sound. The pressure was insane — my pussy stretched to its limit around the massive swelling. Kai roared and buried himself as deep as possible. His knot locked us together tight. Then he started pumping.

It might be a show but Monroe will never compromise safety. I watch as the double strands twist below the weight of her breast. Monroe runs his hand beneath her breasts, straightening and then tightening the loop around her front so her breasts pinch together between the strands. He ties off the end at her back and continues crossing the free end of the rope over her shoulders and between her breasts in an intricate pattern.